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

After gathering some feedback, Anno left.

But her mind drifted back to the data about Miss Harley that the servant had given her.

Their development is truly advanced.

Having received her new clothes, Harley wore Anno's brand-new design to a social gathering of aristocratic socialites.

This gorgeous, innovative, and less fussy new style of dress instantly ignited the hearts of all the noblewomen of Florence.

They frantically asked Harley where she ordered the dress.

Under pressure, Harley had no choice but to tell the truth.

The noble ladies never expected that such a stunning dress was not made by a tailor, but by the artist who was famous in Florence—Laurence Anno Falgao.

How could a male artist who paints and sculpts design such gorgeous women's clothing?

Despite harboring these thoughts, it did not hinder their pursuit of beauty, and they flocked to Verrocchio's studio one after another, hoping to find Anno.

However, when they arrived at Verrocchio's studio, they found that Anno had disappeared without a trace.

After completing all his orders, Anno left a letter for Verrocchio and a few of his fellow apprentices, packed his bags, and boarded a carriage to go on a trip.

In his letter, Anno stated that he would first return to the town of Falgao to visit his Uncle Ferdinand and Aunt Anna, and then embark on a long journey around Europe that would last a year and a half.

He said that since waking up at his uncle Ferdinand's house, he had been staying in Florence. Although he had amassed enough fame and wealth, this life of being constantly burdened by orders was not the life he wanted.

He is an artist who yearns for freedom, not just a worker who needs to rush to complete orders.

The noble ladies who couldn't find anyone had to leave disappointed. A few who were still determined left orders with Verrocchio, hoping he could design something, but Verrocchio refused them all.

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Chapter 176 Anno's Holy Mother and Son

February 1469.

Florence, Italy.

What appeared at the city gate was a strange man sitting on top of a carriage.

The strange man was not old, but he had a head of long, seemingly endless black hair that was blown by the warm spring breeze.

It's Anno.

He jumped down from the carriage.

He took two pieces of paper out of the box and handed them to the guard at the city gate.

"These are my property deed and identification documents. Please take a look."

The carriage entered the vast city he had been away from for nearly two years.

Over the past two years, Anno has truly embarked on a long journey, visiting many places.

Berlin, Paris, Athens, Jerusalem, and so on...

He experienced the local customs and culture in these places, which were completely different from those in Florence, while also creating art and enriching his knowledge and skills.

Back in the familiar three-story building, Anno stepped down from the carriage, her long hair trailing behind her, almost touching the ground.

With an undisguised smile on his lips, he pushed open the door to Verrocchio's studio.

Everyone in the studio turned their gaze toward Anno.

Among them, the one who looked the youngest had a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Lawrence!" Leonardo da Vinci ran over excitedly.

"Hey Leonardo, everyone, I'm back." After more than a year of traveling, Anno's personality has become much more cheerful.

Anno and Da Vinci bumped fists, both wearing genuine smiles.

Although Leonardo da Vinci arrived last in Verrocchio's studio, and Anno only spent about six months with him, their relationship was the best.

Handsome people always have more in common, don't they? And they're both equally talented.

After everyone realized what was happening, they all gathered around to welcome Anno back from her trip.

“Welcome back, Lawrence!” Verrocchio excitedly shook Anno’s hand.

Anno took the initiative to hug Verrocchio: "Long time no see, teacher!"

Kreddy gave a slightly distorted look, but quickly corrected it.

Anuo and his fellow disciples hugged one after another, creating a lively scene.

Verrocchio clapped his hands: "To welcome Lawrence's return, I've decided to host a luncheon on the second floor at noon!"

"Lawrence, tell me about your travel experiences." Da Vinci patted Anno on the shoulder. He had grown quite a bit taller and was now only two scalps shorter than Anno.

"Don't rush, let me get the things down first." Anno gave a mysterious smile.

Verrocchio instantly understood Anno's plan: "Hehe, looks like I'm about to have my eyes opened."

Anno tugged at the hem of his clothes and gave a shy smile: "It's not that it was an eye-opening experience, just some works I created while traveling."

Anno clapped his hands, and two servants carried down two boxes, one large and one small.

"During this year-long trip, I didn't create many works. Oil paintings were the most numerous; I painted a total of eleven paintings. As for jewelry, because I was traveling and short of money, I only made four small items, hehe." He scratched his head.

Open the box, and you'll find Anno's artwork inside.

Anuo took out a painting: "Teacher, take a look at this painting?"

Verrocchio looked surprised: "This is..."

"A Madonna and Child painting?" Leonardo da Vinci interjected, looking at the oil painting in Anno's hand.

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Mini-Theater 2: Sisters by the Sea (?)

A strange summer singularity.

Leonardo da Vinci stretched, displaying the perfect figure that belongs to Mona Lisa.

"Everyone's wearing swimsuits..." Da Vinci rolled over on the deck chair. "Wearing swimsuits doesn't really matter..."

"But what the hell is this about being able to modify your own Spirit Origin at will?!"

Leonardo da Vinci was wearing a swimsuit that perfectly accentuated her curves.

A woman on another beach chair nearby took a sip of her drink.

"Leonardo, haven't you noticed? They're two different Servants now, two different ones."

The woman has long, wavy, wine-red hair that cascades down her back.

She jumped up from the chair.

"Since it's summer and we're at the beach, it's okay to be a little more energetic, right?"

"That being said... Lawrence, aren't you getting too used to it?"

"Really?" The woman gave a gentle smile. "I just don't want to worry about so many things like I did when I was alive."

After saying that, she turned around, walked to the beach, and went into the sea.

“Summer…” Da Vinci lay back on the recliner, put on an eye mask, and fell fast asleep.

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Chapter 177 The Blue-Haired Boy in London

Although "The Virgin and Child in Berlin" is one of Verrocchio's later works, it is one of his most famous works.

At the art exhibition two years ago, although many people witnessed Anno's new style, many mature connoisseurs and artists still appreciated Verrocchio's "Madonna and Child of Berlin" more. This art form is more popular and more accepted by the older generation.

“I was reminded of my teacher’s painting when I was staying in Berlin.” Anno sat down to the side, casually took a comb from her pocket, pulled her long hair to her chest, and began to comb it herself.

This has become part of his daily routine and hobby.

Incidentally, he was very good at braiding hair and did a lot of experiments with his own hair.

"I remembered my teacher's painting, so I tried to imitate it. It's just a clumsy attempt," he said with a modest smile.

The students in the studio were severely affected.

Listen to this, is this even human language?

The group carefully examined Anno's "Madonna and Child". The Virgin Mary's expression was kind and gentle, vivid and lifelike, while the Christ Child was lively and adorable, playfully grabbing the Virgin Mary's finger.

The exquisite detail and superb craftsmanship of the painting are in no way inferior to Verrocchio's work.

Verrocchio was speechless. Although he had long known how terrifying Lawrence Anno's learning ability was, when he was actually surpassed, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss and the realization that he had discovered a rough gem.

The complex emotions lasted only a moment. Verrocchio, his face flushed, excitedly patted Anno on the shoulder: "Good lad, you've already left your teacher far behind!"

"Keep going! Make sure you leave me completely out of sight."

Anno, feeling awkward but grateful, hugged and bumped fists with Verrocchio: "I'm still just a newcomer and I really need my teacher's guidance."

Verrocchio really didn't know what to say, his eyes were a little red. He turned around and said to the students in the studio, "Everyone, now I'm going to assign a task. Each of you must paint a picture of the Madonna and Child within a month and submit it. You can sell it yourself, but it must be approved by me or Lawrence."

“I hope you can learn more from Lawrence. He has already surpassed me.”

"oh oh!"

"Understood, Professor Verrocchio."

Several senior students were also inspired by Anuo and were filled with fighting spirit.

Only Leonardo da Vinci took out each of Anor's works from his travels.

"Lawrence, where was this painting painted?"

"This was drawn during my stay in Vienna. It mainly depicts the local buildings."

"What about this one?"

"This is in Milan..."

“This is London.” When Leonardo da Vinci asked about a painting, Anno recalled his own experience in London.

The newly built Big Ben is always frequented by a group of strange people.

A young, blue-haired boy paid Anno to paint his portrait. The boy seemed to be a nobleman, elegant in demeanor but with a hint of impatience, which left a deep impression on Anno.