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

“So, Manrio, I hope you can be a witness then, is that alright?” Anno looked into Manrio’s eyes.

Manlio lowered his head nervously.

"Not just for my brother Leonardo, but also for... Suvart."

“I’m just asking for your opinion, Manrio. It’s just a request, and I won’t force you if you don’t want to face Suvart.”

Manrio lowered his head and clutched at Anno's clothes.

“Lawrence, sir.” Manlio remained silent for a long time before finally raising his head, his body trembling slightly.

"I'm here."

“I am willing to attend and serve as Mr. Leonardo’s witness.” Manlio’s voice trembled, but he still managed to utter the words of affirmation.

"Thank you, Manrio." Anno grasped Manrio's thin hand and shook it.

Manlio smiled.

He was a grateful man. When he was imprisoned by his own brother, Suvart, Manrio was almost a mindless walking corpse.

Without knowledge, without the ability to resist, one cannot attain dignity.

Ten years passed in a daze, and in the end, he couldn't even speak clearly.

Until he met Anno.

This long-haired, handsome man, almost feminine in appearance, burst into Suvart's house and pulled Manlio from the depths of the ocean.

For the first time since he became aware of his surroundings, Manlio was eating what could be considered normal food, instead of the scraps that even wild dogs wouldn't fight over; for the first time, he was sitting at a dining table, instead of just huddled in a damp corner; for the first time, he was sleeping on a large, soft bed, instead of on the hard floor.

Manlio was ignorant, lacking in knowledge and completely unaware of society. The only people he associated with were Suvart and Suvart's drunken friends.

That is why, apart from his fear of Suvart, all that remained of Manrio was pure emotion.

As Anno said, those who have been redeemed are more willing to lend a helping hand to the disheartened and to redeem others.

Ferdinand redeemed Anno in the storm, and Anno in turn redeemed Manlio, who was trapped in the abyss of fate. Now, Manlio is going to lend a helping hand to Leonardo da Vinci, who is deeply wronged.

Perhaps, this is fate's salvation.

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Chapter 187 The Truth Revealed, Crazy Kredy

Leonardo da Vinci's second trial finally arrived a few days later.

Verrocchio, who was closer to Lorenzo de' Medici, used his connections to make the trial completely public.

The judge, however, was replaced by one of Botticelli's relatives.

This wave is as steady as a rock.

Anno, sitting in the spectator's seat, unconsciously revealed a confident smile.

In court, Suvart's cheap lawyer was no match for the experienced and well-informed Ludovic, not to mention that the rescued Manrio also pointed out Suvart's crimes in a trembling voice.

Suvart trembled and glared angrily at Manrio.

He thought Manrio had simply run away because he couldn't bear the constant beatings, and never imagined that Manrio would be the final blow to his judgment.

Leonardo da Vinci sat in a chair and wept.

The judge, one of Botticelli's brothers, looked at Suvart kneeling on the ground with disgust and seriousness: "Suvart, can you name the person who bribed you and instructed you?"

"God may have mercy on the lost sheep who have turned back."

Upon hearing this, Suvart stood up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot with a mixture of anger and fear.

Kredie, who was also sitting in the spectator seats, was drenched in cold sweat.

He could no longer hold back and jumped up to flee frantically.

Suvart roared, pointing at Kredie, who was frantically running away through the crowd: "That bastard, the bastard from the same studio as Leonardo, just because he was jealous of Leonardo's talent, he made me frame Leonardo, it's him!"

Anno jumped up the moment Kreddy fled, trying to catch him.

Kreddy had already run out of the crowd, with Anno close behind.

"Lawrence! Don't push me!" His tone was filled with panic and madness.

Anno didn't speak, but simply followed behind Kredie, his eyes cold.

Botticelli and several officials also rushed out from the crowd.

Anno followed Credi around Florence, frantically trying to shake him off, but Anno clung to Credi like a nightmare.

Finally, Kreddy chose the path of death.

This is a blocked alley.

Anno looked at Kreddy: "Senior Brother Kreddy, why did you frame Leonardo?"

Kreddy didn't reply, but simply reached behind him.

He had been hoping for the best, which is why he participated in Leonardo da Vinci's public trial.

But unexpectedly, it plunged him completely into the abyss.

Kreddy pulled out a dagger.

Anno's pupils contracted, and he took a step back.

Kreddy took a step closer, his expression hysterical: "Didn't you ask me why I still have Leonardo?"

“Come here, Lawrence, I’ll tell you why.”

Anno stood there, watching Kredie, who had lost his mind in panic.

"Because he is so outstanding, so outstanding, he can actually create works that are in no way inferior to mine."

“Such an outstanding person, such an outstanding person, appearing in this world, entering our studio, isn’t it, isn’t it a little unfair to me?” He swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his face, his eyes darting around, his hand holding the dagger trembling. “So, isn’t it normal for me to want him to disappear? Right, don’t you think so, Lawrence?”

Anno gritted his teeth.

He had never felt so angry and regretful.

“You’ve gone mad, Kreddy.” His eyes were like the Norwegian sea, turbulent yet icy cold.

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Chapter 188 Cutting Off Long Hair

Neither Anno nor Kreddy are particularly skilled in combat, but right now, Kreddy is holding a weapon.

Anno doesn't even know what she's thinking now.

Perhaps grief and anger overcame fear.

The original Verrocchio Studio was so harmonious and wonderful among all its members that Anno naively believed that this wonderful atmosphere could continue indefinitely. Therefore, he did not choose to leave the Verrocchio Studio, but instead rejoined as a partner.

But Anno had just returned from a year-long trip when this happened.

He was confused, angry, and, more than anything, saddened by the shattering of his hopes.

He didn't know what to say to someone like Kreddy.

Verrocchio misjudged, and everyone else misjudged.

As Kredie rambled on and on, a single tear rolled down Anno's cheek.

Anno grabbed a wooden stick leaning against the wall and started talking to Kreddy.

Although Kreddy was excited, he was still more afraid than anything else.

The two of them awkwardly and rudely became friends.

Although the stick was long, Anno was ultimately a man who had never fought before. After a few minutes of fighting, the stronger Kredy slashed Anno's arm and threw the stick aside.

Kredie gave a twisted laugh: "Haha, I always feel like you're omnipotent, Lawrence, you know that."

"Even though you joined the studio later than us, you're ahead of everyone else and earn more than everyone else. Why?! Why?!" Kreddy roared hysterically. "You deserve to die! You deserve to die! You're just like Leonardo! You deserve to die!"

"You shouldn't be alive!" Kredy brandished his dagger and charged forward madly.

Anno wasn't stupid either. Although he hated Kredy, he would never just stand still.

However, his carefully maintained long hair became a hindrance to him at this moment.

Kreddy grabbed Anno's hair.

"Uh." Anno groaned and was forced to stand still.

Seizing the opportunity, Kreddy didn't waste any words and swung his dagger directly at Anno.

"Stop!" Botticelli finally arrived and shouted.

In desperation, Anno managed to push off the ground with a desperate effort.

The dagger missed its mark.

Black strands of hair danced in the air, leaving Kreddy and Anno stunned.

Anno's long hair, which she had kept for four years, was cut off by Kreddy, leaving only a length that reached her shoulder blades.

Anno stared at the hair that had fallen to the ground and was still floating in the air. She was speechless for a moment, a little stunned, and stood there helplessly.

Creddy tried to swing his knife again, but Botticelli finally arrived, incredibly brave and unafraid of Creddy's dagger, kicking Creddy in the stomach.

Perhaps it was anger, but Botticelli's kick sent Creedy slamming into the wall.

Kreddy was retching from the kick, and the two accompanying officials quickly subdued him.

"Hey, Lawrence! Wake up!" Botticelli shook Anno, who was still standing there in a daze.

Blood flowed down Anno's left hand and stained a patch of ground red.

The past few days and nights of running around, the intense emotional fluctuations, and now the wounds.

Anno finally couldn't hold on any longer.

His vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Hey, Lawrence, pull yourself together!" Botticelli was startled and quickly caught the unconscious Anno.

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Chapter 189 When Fire Meets Water, It's Time to Leave