In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Mrs. Anna stood up. "Wait a moment. I just cooked some seafood and broccoli. I'll go get them." With that, she went out.

Looking at Anno's dejected and helpless face, Ferdinand felt a pang of sympathy for the pitiful young man: "Mr. Lawrence, so, what are your plans for the future?"

Lawrence lowered his head: "I'm not quite sure what I should be doing right now..."

He clutched the corner of his clothes with both hands, looking so lost and helpless.

Ferdinand thought of his son and sighed deeply.

He patted Lawrence on the shoulder: "Cheer up, young man. You're still young. There's no need to be so desperate."

“If possible, follow the custom and use the town’s name as your surname,” Ferdinand encouraged. “Consider it a new beginning, how about it?”

“Lawrence Anno Falgao…” Lawrence murmured his name, then suddenly turned to Fedino and replied with a smile, “Thank you, Mr. Fedino.”

From downstairs came Mrs. Anna's booming voice: "Ferdinand! Come down and bring the food!"

Ferdinand quickly ran downstairs.

......

Two days later, the rain stopped, and Anno, who could walk, finally saw the town.

The town is small, with only about two hundred households, but it is very lively, with many children playing in the puddles after the rain stopped.

Ferdinand's full name is Ferdinand Jo Olgovic Falgao. He was born and raised in this small town, only occasionally going to Florence, which is not far away, for shopping.

In this small town, Ferdinand's family was quite well-off.

The town of Falgao is located on the banks of a small river, but it has enough wetlands that Ferdinand cultivated a sugarcane field and mastered the technology of sugar production.

In this era of pandemic, many people believe that sugar can cure all diseases, so Ferdinand, who makes sugar, is very rich.

Ferdinand and Anna had a son together.

Their son was very talented and had served as an official in the town of Falgao. However, a few years ago, an accident occurred at a construction site in the town, where Ferdinand's son fell into a deep pit and tragically died.

When he and Mrs. Anna found Lawrence unconscious in the wilderness, their hearts ached.

Their son was only in his early twenties when he died.

Therefore, they extended a helping hand to Anno and spent money to help Lawrence.

In this day and age, human life is worthless; Lawrence is very lucky.

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Chapter 152 Verrocchio

February has arrived.

Anno has been living at Fedino's house for over a month.

His illness was still not cured, he was in poor spirits, and had very deep bags under his eyes.

He sat quietly under the eaves, holding a bowl of tea.

Raindrops pattered on the ground, making a pleasant pattering sound.

Ferdinand walked out of the room and looked at Anno, who was sitting alone under the eaves.

In an instant, he felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

Shaking his head, Ferdinand walked over to Anno and patted him on the shoulder: "My boy, feeling any better?"

Anno looked up and met Ferdinand's gaze: "Thank you, Uncle Ferdinand. I'm feeling pretty good now."

Ferdinand smiled, his aged face breaking into a smile: "Come inside. A big shot is coming to buy sugar today, so we need to prepare a lavish meal to entertain him."

"A big shot?" Anno stood up and followed behind Ferdinand.

Ferdinand's somewhat obese body wobbled as he walked: "Yes, he came from Florence. He's a very nice fellow; he often buys candy from me."

As he spoke, he began to boast again: "Of course, this is also because my sugar-making skills are excellent enough."

"He's a big shot who's close to both the church and the king, hehe, even he would acknowledge my sugar-making skills!"

Anno simply smiled and nodded.

Ferdinand sighed.

This young man is quite tall, but he doesn't like to talk.

"Your Aunt Anna made a delicious fish soup today, baked a pizza, and cooked lots of vegetables and seafood," the old man chuckled.

Anno simply sat at the table, continuing to watch the rain outside the window.

He was reflecting on his past and his own existence.

Ferdinand shrugged and went downstairs to help Anna prepare dishes and supplies for the important person.

......

At noon, the rain stopped for a short while.

A carriage stopped in front of Ferdinand's house.

A tall figure stepped down from the carriage, leaning on a cane.

Ferdinand, dressed in rather formal attire, warmly shook hands with the tall man.

"Long time no see, Ferdinand." The man didn't look young.

“Of course, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you either, my big customer, Verrocchio.” Fedino’s fat hand gripped the handle tightly.

The man's name is Verrocchio.

“Please come in, Mr. Verrocchio.” Fedino extended a hand to lead Verrocchio in.

The two entered the foyer that Fedino used to entertain guests.

Verrocchio patted the hem of his coat on the doormat, took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and then went into the restaurant.

"Hey, long time no see, Verrocchio." Aunt Anna gave Verrocchio a warm hug.

He and Anna shared a simple hug.

Anno stood in front of Verrocchio and bowed respectfully: "Hello, esteemed Mr. Verrocchio."

Verrocchio's beautiful eyes looked at Fedino, waiting for his master to introduce him.

“Verrocchio, let me introduce you. This is Lawrence Anno Falgao, who is temporarily staying with us.” Fedino pushed Anno forward.

Verrocchio smiled gently: "Hello, Mr. Lawrence."

The two shook hands briefly before separating.

"The soup is ready. Please sit down, Verrocchio." Aunt Anna helped Verrocchio sit down and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Verrocchio's gaze, however, remained fixed on Lawrence Anno.

He was attracted by the child's temperament.

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Chapter 153 The Art Master Begins to Paint

I ate lunch very slowly.

Ferdinand and Verrocchio, both in their fifties, chatted about purchasing sugar while eating.

Verrocchio visits the town of Falga almost every month to buy about five Flora's worth of sugarcane.

Flora coins are made with gold and have high purchasing power.

However, sugar was scarce in this era and was considered a rare commodity, so five Floras could not buy much sugar.

During the conversation, Verrocchio glanced at Anno more than once.

However, Anno was completely unaware of Verrocchio's attention. After finishing his meal, he quietly rested his chin on one hand and gazed at the things outside the window.

He looked haggard and listless.

But perhaps it was Verrocchio's keen intuition that led to this.

He abruptly put down his knife and fork and said to Ferdinand, "Brother, may I leave the table for a moment? I'd like to go to my carriage to get something."

“Ah, please go ahead.” Ferdinand readily agreed.

Verrocchio ran out quickly, and under the astonished gaze of his servant who was munching on a biscuit, he slipped into the carriage and found a pencil and a piece of paper.

Then he ran to the driver's seat and knocked it down.

Then, he calmly returned to Ferdinand's house, pulled over a stool, and looked for an angle.

Fedino, seeing Verrocchio's actions, immediately understood his thoughts.

“Mr. Lawrence, could you please keep this pose?” Verrocchio asked Anno excitedly as he poked his head out from behind the plank.

"Huh?" Anno was a little stunned. What happened all of a sudden?

Verrocchio flashed a healthy smile: "I hope you can be my model."

He then added, "I will pay you afterwards."

Verrocchio had no thoughts at the moment; he simply wanted to capture that fleeting moment of loneliness he had just glimpsed in his painting.

Verrocchio was an artist who, as the founder and owner of the famous Verrocchio Studio in Florence, had close ties with the king and the church and was a top-tier artist.

But at this moment, the master artist excitedly tapped the cushion that had been used as a canvas with his index finger, looking at the lonely soul by the window.

Anno also realized what was happening.

He smiled nonchalantly: "It's alright, Mr. Verrocchio."

Verrocchio rubbed his hands together, squinted one eye, and scrutinized Anno.

Then, the pencil moved swiftly across the paper.

Anno ignored the artist who had started painting, simply returned to her original posture, and looked out the window.

When Verrocchio wanted to start painting, the Fedinos hid to the side.

Ferdinand nudged his wife's shoulder. "Anna, what do you think of Lawrence?"

Anna's plump face always wore a smile and a kind expression: "He's a very nice young man, willing to help with chores, and very hardworking. He's just a little too quiet."

"Do you think he looks like...?"