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

He pushed open the tavern door, went inside, and looked at the chaotic scene before him without any surprise.

He ignored all of that and walked straight to the bar.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" The bartender with a small mustache approached and said obsequiously.

"Hey, have the most expensive one, okay? Business is so good today, I love a lively atmosphere, I can't help but patronize." Anuo revealed a warmth completely different from his usual quiet and silent self.

A hint of surprise flashed in the mustachioed bartender's eyes: "No problem, sir."

He leaned close to Anno's ear: "Cheng Hui, a gold Flora, sir."

Anno took a Flora from his pocket and placed it on the bar: "Of course."

The bartender practically snatched Flora away, excitedly saying, "Thank you for your patronage."

After saying that, he hurried off to get some wine for Anuo.

A moment later, the bartender brought over a glass of wine, placed it in front of Anno, and said, "Sir, is this your first time here?"

“Well, I heard there’s a celebrity who comes here often, so I thought I’d come and pay my respects, you know what I mean?” Anno took out another Flora from his pocket and rubbed it between his fingers.

The bartender's eyes instantly turned red when he saw Flora.

"May I ask which celebrity you're referring to, sir? Our tavern is quite upscale; many famous people have patronized us."

"That's why I came back," Anno said, his expression beaming with joy, as if he had joined in the lively atmosphere of the tavern.

He tossed Flora up and caught her.

“I think you must be eager to know something, sir,” the bartender said, understanding Anno’s thoughts.

“A smart person.” Anno’s expression instantly returned to its original calm, but unlike before, this time it also carried a chill.

The mustachioed bartender unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Suvart, do you know this person?"

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Mini-drama 3: Saber and Caster

Chaldea Dining Hall.

"Hey, Lawrence, that Saber over there has been watching you." Da Vinci patted Lawrence beside him.

The woman, referred to as Lawrence, glanced at the group sitting at the other side of the round table.

One of the knights, dressed in white armor, was looking at him.

Lawrence rolled his eyes and deliberately nudged Leonardo da Vinci with his elbow.

"Da Vinci, feed me."

"Ugh?"

"What do you mean 'hey'? Just feed him, we're all women now anyway."

“Well… alright.” Da Vinci pursed his lips and used a toothpick to pick up a small piece of apple.

"Ah~ Hmm." Lawrence took a bite of the apple, then looked at Saber with a provocative gaze.

The knight turned his head away.

Anno Saber: Senior Citizens' Subway Cellphone

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Chapter 181 The Person in Charge of the Detention Center

“It’s pretty much confirmed, teacher.” The next morning, Anno, who hadn’t slept all night, returned to Verrocchio’s office and said as soon as he opened the door, “Leonardo is being watched.”

Verrocchio didn't look too well either: "What did you find out?"

“Suvart is a seasoned drunkard.” Anno sat in his chair and rubbed his forehead. “He used to be a regular at that tavern, but after buying a few bottles of wine recently, he hasn’t been back.”

“No wonder…” Verrocchio realized.

"Suvartl's social relationships are very simple. He has a younger brother, and other than that, he has only had employment relationships with a few people in the studio, but these relationships were all very short-lived."

“However, the most important thing now is to rescue Leonardo, and then we can consider the issue of who's behind it all,” Verrocchio reminded him.

“I understand, teacher,” Anno sighed. “That’s why I need more information.”

"By the way, when is Mr. Ludovic Bartley arriving?"

Verrocchio glanced at the sun outside the window: "Soon."

“If Mr. Ludovic arrives, please ask him to wait for me. I have some other matters to attend to.” Anno picked up his coat from the hanger again. “I’m going to the place where Leonardo da Vinci is being held.”

“Okay, you go first.” Verrocchio understood what Anno was going to do. “Take this.”

Giving the minor official guarding Leonardo da Vinci some money would make his stay more comfortable. As for the small package Verrocchio gave Anno, it naturally contained money.

“There are officials in Botticelli’s family, and I will speak with Botticelli later,” Verrocchio added.

"Okay, I'll go to the teacher's place now." Anuo nodded, holding her wallet.

Anno rushed out again, not even sitting in the office for five minutes.

......

A temporary detention center for criminals located west of Florence.

Just as Anno was about to go in, she bumped into someone she never expected.

“Kreddy?” Anno was surprised.

Kredie panicked for a second, then quickly composed herself, looking equally surprised: "Lawrence?"

"Kreddy, what are you doing here?" Anno frowned slightly.

Kredy feigned composure and quickly thought, "Ah...we're all here to do the same thing."

“You…” Anno looked at Kredy with some skepticism, but in the end, he chose to believe Kredy for the time being. “I understand, senior brother.”

Then, ignoring Kredie, he went straight into the room.

Kreddy clenched his fists, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He was conflicted, but in the end, he followed Anno inside.

Anno found the person in charge of this place.

"Hello, is Leonardo da Vinci imprisoned here?"

The person in charge looked up: "Hmm? Another one looking for Leonardo, another one..." He had just looked up when he saw Kredie standing at the end of the corridor, waving frantically.

The person in charge immediately understood: "Tell me, why are you looking for that guy?"

Anno frowned and stared intently into the eyes of the person in charge.

He took a bag out of his pocket, bent down, and whispered to the person in charge, "Be nice to Leonardo, my friend."

He pulled the bag open at one corner, revealing Flora inside.

“My name is Lawrence, and you… should understand what I mean.” Anno didn’t look directly at the person in charge, but instead glanced to the side with annoyance. “Regardless of what that person who came to you before said…”

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Chapter 182 Creddy's Dilemma

Anno now has a guess.

A terrifying conjecture.

So he was in a very bad mood, and anger and irritability appeared on his body.

So, although he didn't move his body, his words became increasingly harsh.

“My friend, you should know who I am.” His voice rang in the person in charge’s ear. “Do what I tell you to do, or else…”

The person in charge certainly knew the name Lawrence.

One of the most famous artists in Florence in recent years, he is not only very wealthy, but also has a close relationship with the city's ruler, Lorenzo.

Therefore, the person in charge was covered in cold sweat, his eyes filled with fear, and he didn't dare to look at Anno beside him.

Anno didn't wait for the person in charge to answer; he simply handed him the wallet and turned to leave.

Kreddy was still waiting for Anno at the door, his back already soaked with sweat.

Anno saw Kreddy and immediately put on a smile: "Let's go, Senior Brother Kreddy."

Although Kredie saw Lawrence smiling, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar: "Ah, well, Leonardo will be saved, right, Lawrence?"

“Yes, Senior Brother Kredy, Leonardo will definitely be saved.” Anno’s smile was gentle and quiet.

The two left the place and went their separate ways.

Anno rushed back to Verrocchio's studio without stopping.

That night, Anno visited all the studios Suvart had worked with, still screening them to see if it was the work of a competitor.

But to everyone's surprise, there was a mole in Verrocchio's studio.

However, there isn't enough evidence yet, so Anno won't reveal it.

Anno clenched his fists, and bags reappeared under his eyes, his gaze flashing with a fierce light.

......

Kreddy returned to his residence.

How to do how to do.

I hope that bastard Lawrence won't find out.

What did they say while bowing their heads? Did that bastard in charge report me?

Kredie held his head in his hands, sweat dripping from his nose onto the ground.

No problem, no problem.

Suvart will definitely handle it beautifully.

I can't panic, I can't panic.

Kreddy kept telling himself that.