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

Anna fell silent for a moment.

Anno does indeed bear some resemblance to her son; otherwise, she wouldn't have so readily rescued Anno and settled him in her home.

“Give up those ideas, Ferdinand,” Anna said sadly. “Instead of keeping him trapped in this small town, let him go out and explore.”

Anna patted her apron and looked at Anno by the window.

"He's lost his past, so what good is a future that's trapping him?"

Ferdinand was deep in thought.

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Chapter 154 Falgao's Melancholy Youth

Verrocchio only had a pencil at the moment, so he sketched Anno's bewildered and melancholy figure into the frame.

Half an hour later, he put away his pencil with satisfaction.

Then, he showed the painting to three people, including Anno.

"Mr. Verrocchio, you are truly..." Due to memory loss, Anno was at a loss for words and couldn't recall any words of praise.

In the painting, Anno has her eyes closed, but she is still looking out the window. One hand is supporting her chin and the other is placed on the table. Her short black hair is tucked behind her ears, which makes her look somewhat feminine.

This is a common problem of our time.

From a sketching perspective, this painting is exceptionally excellent.

Verrocchio was very pleased with his new work, and he named it on the spot: "The name of this work is - 'Falgao's Melancholy Boy'".

He took Anno's hand: "Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence, thank you so much for being my model."

Anno was still in a daze after losing his memory. He was at a loss after Verrocchio's interference and could only mechanically reply, "Ah, um, you're welcome, Mr. Verrocchio."

Verrocchio released Anno's hand, turned around, and looked at the Fedinos: "Fedino, my brother, I will give you two extra Floras as payment for Mr. Lawrence for modeling for me."

"Is that alright, Mr. Lawrence?" he asked, seeking the model's opinion.

Anno simply smiled and nodded: "As long as Uncle Ferdinand has no objections."

The Ferdinands did not answer immediately, but instead led Verrocchio to a separate room.

Anno scratched his head and began to tidy up the tableware, taking it to the kitchen.

The Ferdinands entered the room and said to Verrocchio, "Verrocchio, my friend, in fact, Lawrence... is not related to me and Anna."

Verrocchio frowned: "Then he is...?"

He had just had an idea that Lawrence could work for him. He felt that the Ferdinands were Lawrence's guardians and was planning to ask for their opinion, but given the current situation...

Ferdinand sighed and began to explain to Verrocchio.

"That's it, we brought him back to life."

“But to be honest, Verrocchio, I’m very worried about Lawrence’s mental state,” Anna said, her eyes filled with worry. “It’s been almost a month since the child regained consciousness, and he’s still so quiet, so quiet that it’s a little frightening to us.”

“He’s a man who has lost his past,” Ferdinand said, clenching his fist with a hint of sadness. “So, actually, we want to ask you to talk to him and see if you can bring him to Florence and find him a job where he can interact with people.”

"I'd also like to ask you to find someone to investigate and see if you can find out about his past."

Just as Verrocchio was about to say something, Fedino interrupted him again: "We can pay you... Lawrence, who looks a lot like our dead son, I just don't want to see tragedy happen to a young man again."

When Anna heard her husband mention their son, she covered her mouth and nose and turned her head away.

As Verrocchio looked at the couple, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

He nodded: "I will speak with Mr. Lawrence."

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Chapter 155 Work

Heavy topics that require deep thought always need their own space.

Verrocchio led Anno into the carriage and dismissed the coachman.

Anno quietly looked at the artist, who was in his thirties and full of vigor, and waited silently for him to speak.

Verrocchio did not speak immediately, but instead met Anno's gaze with an inquiring look.

Anno showed no embarrassment or fear, and simply met Verrocchio's gaze calmly.

Verrocchio discovered an interesting soul.

He suddenly burst into laughter, a hearty laugh.

He extended his invitation.

"Mr. Lawrence Anno Falgao".

"Ah."

Would you like to work in my studio?

"Did Uncle Ferdinand and Aunt Anna agree?" Anna knew that the three of them must have talked about something in the room just now.

Verrocchio leaned back against the ornate chair, smiling calmly: "Of course, that's why I wanted to talk to you."

Anno lowered her head and looked at the tips of her shoes.

“I’ve heard you’re a very talented artist, so what can I do for you?” He agreed.

Verrocchio had already prepared a plan: "Hmm... for the time being, you can be in charge of purchasing and cleaning in the studio, and you will also need to organize the works of the studio members."

After saying that, he thought for a moment and felt that it was a bit of a waste of his talents: "Also, sometimes we need you to act as a model."

Anno smiled and nodded: "I can do all these jobs. So, what's my pay?"

Verrocchio spread his fingers and held up seven: "I can pay you seven Floras a month, but if you want to continue learning from me, I can only pay you five."

“If I can learn, I only need five.” Anno thought for a few minutes and chose the latter.

“A wise choice.” Verrocchio smiled with satisfaction.

In reality, he presented the first option only to make Anno choose the second one.

Anno has nowhere to go in Florence, so he will definitely stay at Verrocchio's house temporarily. If he doesn't need to buy a place to live, Anno's expenses will be very small, and five Flora will be more than enough.

When Anno arrives at his studio, his actual role will be more like that of an intern. By the time Anno is able to paint on his own, the salary Verrocchio pays might not even be as much as Anno earns from painting.

Under normal circumstances, the knowledge and skills acquired will always outweigh the vested interests gained.

Moreover, the current king and the church are unusually fond of art, so artists are now very valuable.

If Verrocchio's intuition hadn't told him that Anno was special, he would never have easily recruited him into his studio.

What's the point of having more people? To steal our jobs?

He patted Anno's shoulder with his large hand: "Well then, go pack your things, young master."

“Understood, Mr. Verrocchio.” Anno stepped one foot out of the carriage, then turned back. “May I call you teacher now?”

"of course."

"So, Mr. Verrocchio, may I come back sometime?"

Verrocchio patted Anno on the back: "I always bring you with me when I come to buy candy."

He had seen everything Anno had done.

An interesting soul, an unconventional temperament, fine character, and a brilliant mind.

All in all, he was very satisfied.

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Chapter 156 Arrival in Florence

Ferdinand, Anna, and Anno shared a simple hug.

Anno felt a pang of sadness looking at the old man who was slightly shorter than her.

He was rescued by Ferdinand, and Ferdinand has been taking care of him ever since.

This old man was really, really good to him.

Ferdinand handed Anno a small bag with gold thread. Anno opened it and found about twenty or thirty Flora gold coins inside.

With a smile, he took only five coins from his pocket and then returned the bag to Fedino.

“Lawrence…” Ferdinand wanted to say something.

Anno interrupted Fedino: "I understand your kindness, Uncle, but if I stay at Teacher Verrocchio's house for the time being, I will have virtually no expenses, so you should keep these Floras."

The coachman called out, "Young sir, if you want to catch up, please hurry. We need to get to Florence before dark."

“Understood, Mr. Rao,” Anno replied kindly to the coachman.

He turned around and pulled Ferdinand and Anna over.

"I will come back to visit you often."

Anna patted Anno on the shoulder, unsure of what to say.

Ferdinand gently patted Anno's cheek: "Go on, my boy."

Anno took two steps forward, then stopped, turned around, and bowed deeply to the two of them.

Without saying a word, he climbed into the carriage and sat opposite Verrocchio.

"Giddy up!" After Anno got into the carriage, Mavrao began to drive it forward.

Ferdinand followed the carriage a few steps.

A hand reached out of the car window and swung up and down.

"Keep up the good work, my young man!" Aunt Anna shouted.

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In those days, even official roads were rugged and uneven, let alone after the rain.

Although the interior of the carriage was exquisite and elegant, it was not comfortable to sit in.

The road was very bumpy, making Anuo, who was already feeling a little sad and reluctant, feel a sharp pain in her buttocks.

Verrocchio was also in a bad mood.