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

He took a few deep breaths, and his eyes regained their calm.

There's no turning back now, if that guy Lawrence really finds out.

Kredie's teeth were grinding together.

These despicable... geniuses!

......

"Hello, Mr. Ludovic." When Anno returned to Verrocchio's office, he saw a middle-aged man with a big beard chatting with Verrocchio, so he took the initiative to go up and greet him.

“Hello, Mr. Lawrence.” Ludovic shook hands briefly with Anno. “I heard from Mr. Verrocchio that you wished to see me?”

“Yes.” Anora pulled up a chair and looked at the middle-aged lawyer. “I have some information to share with you regarding Leonardo’s case.”

"Tell me about it." Ludovic was a veteran lawyer and was quite confident in the Da Vinci case, but wouldn't it be better if he had more information?

Anno shared the intelligence he had obtained with Ludovic.

Ludovic's face was grim.

“There’s one more thing, Mr. Ludovic,” Anno wagged his finger. “I think we can find some time to go and meet Suvatl’s brother.”

“I believe he should know very well about his brother’s current situation.” Anno said with a mysterious smile. “According to the information I have, this Mr. Manrio is often abused by his brother.”

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Chapter 183 The Tragic Manlio

The two people involved in this case are Leonardo da Vinci and Suvart. Da Vinci, as the defendant, was imprisoned, but he is probably doing alright now, since Anno has already intimidated the person in charge.

As for Suvart, before the second trial, he continued to live his life as usual, except that he no longer went to pubs to drink, but only drank at home.

“Suvartl isn’t a diligent model. His long-term drinking has made him handsome but out of shape,” Anno explained to Ludovic, leaning against the carriage door. “In addition, he loves drinking, so he’s always been on the verge of starvation.”

“His parents died early, leaving him and his younger brother, Manrio, who is ten years younger than him, to depend on each other.”

"According to my investigation, Suvart had been drinking mediocre wines at the tavern, but a week ago, he bought several bottles of high-quality wine and hasn't come back to the tavern since."

"Therefore, at some point a week ago, Suvart acquired a great deal of wealth."

Ludovic remained silent, quietly organizing the information in his mind to transform it into a weapon to help Leonardo da Vinci win the case.

"Now, we need to find Manrio, the young man who has been subjected to domestic violence by his brother for a long time, to verify some things."

"And there's the bottle of medicine that Suvart used as evidence," Anno sneered. "The stopper hasn't even been opened, so who knows what's inside?"

“Then, the course of events is quite clear.” Ludovic laughed. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence, I know what to do.”

The carriage was moving quickly and had already arrived near Suvart's house.

The two got out of the car and found Suvart's house.

At this time, Suvart wouldn't be home.

Anno didn't care whether anyone was home or not, and just pushed the door open forcefully.

The overwhelming smell was a strong, almost nauseating, stench of alcohol and sweat.

"Excuse me, Mr. Manlio should live here, right?" Anno asked loudly, suppressing the urge to vomit.

A head peeked out from behind the door to the inner room.

"Who...are you?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Manlio?" Anno didn't waste any words and went straight into the inner room.

What appeared before me was a thin, small boy.

Manrio Springer is the boy's name.

When Anno entered the inner room, Manrio fearfully hid in the corner.

“Please come out. We are not your brother’s friends and will not hurt you.” Anno understood why Manrio was afraid. According to Verocchio’s friend’s investigation, Suvart abused Manrio several days a week, and sometimes even brought his friends from the tavern to beat Manrio.

"I am Manrio," the little boy said, huddled in the corner. "What do you want?"

Anno approached Manrio and observed him closely.

His entire body was almost covered in bruises, bloodstains, and scabbed wounds. His skin also looked like it had some kind of fungus, and it was all wrinkled. He looked at Anno with fear and panic in his eyes.

"Tsk, this scumbag..." Anuo spat.

Luke Vido was scribbling and drawing on the paper, recording something.

Anno originally just wanted to ask Manrio a few questions and then leave.

But now it seems...

It can only be said that, in this situation, unless one is heartless, perhaps no one would ignore it.

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Chapter 184 Leaving Hell

Ignoring his long hair hanging down to the ground, Anno squatted down and looked at Manrio, who was trembling and on the verge of tears: "I won't hurt you, Manrio."

"You...you really didn't come here to hurt me?" Manrio's tone was full of doubt.

"No." Anno tried to appear gentle.

"What do you want from me?" Manrio spoke haltingly and incoherently.

Anno wove together his thoughts and then stretched out a hand: "I'm here to lead you out of hell."

Anno kept trying to touch Manrio's heart with his words.

Throughout the twenty-minute negotiation, Manlio remained silent, while only Anno, who was usually taciturn, kept offering words of reassurance.

Perhaps Manrio was extremely disappointed in his brother, because he finally calmed down after hearing Anno's words.

Manlio stood up slightly, revealing his legs.

There is a shackle at the ankle.

What silenced Anno and Ludovic was that, despite Manrio's feet being so thin that they could easily be removed from their shackles, Manrio showed no intention of taking his feet out.

Anno hadn't lost his temper since arriving in Florence, but all his anger had surfaced in the last few days.

“Manrio, trust me, okay?” Anno placed his hand on Manrio’s shoulder and looked at him.

Manlio didn't speak, he just nodded slightly.

That look in their eyes was a mixture of fear and hope.

“Now, stand up and take your feet out of the shackles,” Anno said to Manrio.

"Keep it up, little boy," Ludovic encouraged.

Manlio swallowed hard.

Then, gripping the shackles with both hands, as if using all his strength, he pulled his feet out of the nearly rusted chains and stood up timidly.

Manrio is fourteen years old, but his height only reaches below Anno's chest, who is 1.8 meters tall.

The chain was thrown aside; it was at least ten meters long.

“Let’s go.” Anno gave an encouraging smile. “Once you leave this room, you won’t see the demon anymore.”

Manrio grabbed Anno's hand, but Anno paid no attention to the dirt on Manrio's hands and instead held the poor man's thin hand tightly.

Attorney Ludovic gave Anno a friendly smile.

He was very satisfied with this young man.

The three left Suvart's room. As for whether Suvart cared about Manrio's whereabouts?

Who cares? From the moment Anno started to get angry, he had already planned out this scumbag's future.

......

Manrio settled in at Anno's mansion, where Anno instructed two male servants to bathe him and hired a doctor to treat his ailments.

“This isn’t like you. In my memory, you’re very low-key.” Verrocchio looked at his most prized student with some surprise.

It's not a accusation, it's just that I feel Anno has changed quite a bit.

Anno smiled and said, "Actually, I haven't changed. It's just that I feel that people who have received salvation from others are more likely to give salvation to others."

Verrocchio smiled and said, "That's true. If we knew what was going on, do you think anyone would choose to help Manrio?"

Manrio, now clean and tidy, stood before the two men in neat clothes.

He stammered his thanks to Anno: "Thank you, gentlemen, esteemed gentlemen."

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Chapter 185 Redemption

In Verrocchio's office.

Sitting on the four chairs were Verrocchio, Anno, Ludovic, and the rescued Manrio.

Manlio didn't dare to speak, and the three adults remained silent as well.

The scene seemed to freeze.

Anno gave Verrocchio a wink.

Verrocchio immediately understood. He coughed twice and said with a smile, "The food should be served soon. Let's go to the dining room first."

Ludovic stood up: "Actually, it's getting late, so I'll head back now, Mr. Verrocchio."

"Well then, goodbye, Luquevedo." Verrocchio shook hands with Luquevedo.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I have any news,” Anno added.

Ludovic nodded: "It'd better be quick. I'll probably be here during the day for the next few days. The second trial of Leonardo da Vinci and Suvart is coming up soon, so we need to speed things up."

"of course."

Ludovic picked up his coat from the hanger and walked out of the office.

Anno glanced at Manrio, who had his head down, and smiled: "Let's go, Manrio."

Manrio looked up and secretly glanced at Anno.

Manlio only looks young; due to long-term malnutrition and a captive-like living environment, he is only about 1.3 meters tall.