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

Anno's long hair was tied into a ponytail and left behind, with only a few wisps of hair on her forehead.

The countless stars in the sky were reflected in Anno's pupils.

Harley tried her best not to look into Anno's eyes, just smiled slightly, put on her shoes, and placed her hand on Anno's hand: "Thank you, sir."

......

Anno accompanied Harley to the banquet hall.

The open-air venue was now brightly lit, with candles burning, and an atmosphere of both harmony and hypocrisy permeated the air.

Various aristocratic officials from high society chatted and socialized with smiles, while men and women twirled freely on the dance floor.

However, at this moment, it was as if the bright moon in the starry sky appeared at the banquet venue.

Harley Bahargul Orvis appeared at the event in the most glamorous manner, wearing an unprecedentedly gorgeous gown.

Then, unsurprisingly, just like last time, it caused a huge uproar.

"That lady... I think it was Miss Harley, her outfit..."

"It's so beautiful..."

"Lord..."

These are the men's comments; their eyes are red-rimmed, and they seem to want to devour Harley immediately.

Women, on the other hand, were more interested in Harley's clothes.

They secretly decided that this time, they would definitely order such a new, elegant, luxurious, and beautiful dress.

Harley smiled confidently and took a glass of wine from the waiter standing nearby.

Anno and Harley clinked glasses: "How are you feeling?"

Harley took a sip of the red wine in her glass, lost in thought.

Then, she flashed a smile that Anno had never seen before: "I don't think it's unpleasant."

Anno was a little stunned, while Harley quickly wiped the smile off her face, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

He extended a hand: "Well then, beautiful lady, may I have this dance with you?"

Harry placed her hand on Anno's hand and smiled sweetly: "Of course, sir."

In the center of the dance floor, men and women smiled and danced freely, drawing the attention of those around them to this perfectly harmonious scene.

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Chapter 196 Ferdinand is in Critical Condition

Anno sat in the courtyard, looking at the empty street.

Although he was used to noise, he still preferred quiet.

It's been almost a week since I danced with Harley in the middle of the dance floor.

Harley and Verona's tailor shop became an unsurprising hit, receiving over a hundred Flora deposits on the first day alone, whereas previously, clothes would have cost at most two Flora.

Looking at the golden Floras, Ferrona hugged Harley and cried for a long time.

A tough time is ahead for Verona and Harley.

After the major art exhibition, Verrocchio's studio invited Lawrence and his brothers to host a banquet, which was more like a family gathering, together with their teacher, Verrocchio.

Verrocchio got drunk in front of these students for the first time, completely intoxicated, and cried terribly.

Normally, Girandaio and Perugino, those two rascals, would have already dragged Anno into making fun of Verrocchio, but this time, faced with Verrocchio's overwhelming grief, everyone remained silent, unable to utter a single word.

At the end of the party, Verrocchio kicked Anno and the others out of Verrocchio Studio, one after another.

Then, standing at the door, he covered his face and shouted, "You all need to make a name for yourselves! You are all students of the Wei family!"

Anno, Botticelli, Perugino, and Girandaio were either lying or sitting on the ground, with a slight smile on their faces, but tears were streaming down their faces.

They understood that Verrocchio wanted them to leave without any burdens, to embrace a better future that belonged to them.

Perugino packed his things and set off the next day, beginning his journey.

Girandaio and Botticelli, on the other hand, "shamelessly" lingered in the studio for a few more days.

Anno and Ghirlandaio had talked. Ghirlandaio wanted to open his own studio in Florence. Although they were not as famous as Anno, they still had a certain social standing.

Unlike before, Verrocchio was no longer full of energy and was called "the cheerful uncle" by Leonardo da Vinci. Instead, he became a little melancholic and devoted more time to artistic creation.

It was late at night, and Anuo was still sitting in the courtyard.

Anuo picked up the teacup, about to take a sip, when he noticed a leaf had fallen into it.

He was stunned, but then shook his head with a laugh, drank the tea in one gulp, and got up to go into the house.

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1470 1 Month 1 Day.

Anno designated this day as his birthday because he was rescued from a rain-soaked wasteland by his Uncle Ferdinand and Aunt Anna on January 1, 1465.

It wasn't raining today, so Anuo decided to go out for a walk to clear his head. A lot had happened lately, making his thoughts a bit disjointed.

The air after the rain was very fresh. Ever since Anno entered the art world, her nose had been filled with the pungent smell of oil paintings, so it was refreshing to come out like this once in a while.

Instead of taking a carriage, he rented a horse and galloped along the riverbank.

Anno and Verrocchio had learned riding skills and were quite good at it.

He stroked the neck of the horse he was sitting on: "Faster, little horse, faster."

A cold wind, carrying moisture, blew against Anuo's face, leaving it misty. This icy sensation helped him clear his head.

The recent banquets, parties, and countless orders have almost overwhelmed Anno.

He tilted his head back and let out a long breath.

Perhaps I should take fewer orders.

Or let Manrio grow up quickly!

As for myself... I'll spend my free time getting some truly luxurious jewelry.

He hated a life that was too tiring; simply put, he was lazy.

Patting the horse's neck, Anno began his journey back to Florence.

............

Anno returned to his office and wrote on a piece of paper: Regulating one's emotions is very important and very effective; it can relieve anxiety.

He would write down almost all his thoughts and reflections on problems on paper, bind them together, and occasionally look through them. This not only allowed him to look back on the past but also to present new perspectives on current issues, and it was also an important means of recording his own existence.

Annaud often doubts his own existence, because not only the Fedino couple and Verrocchio, but also, after gaining a certain social status and ability, he also tried to find his past, including his year-long trip. In fact, it was not just a simple trip; while traveling, Annaud was also inquiring about which family had lost a child named Lawrence Annaud.

After all, he had almost no memory of the first ten years or so of his life. Only the doctor who treated him speculated that he was about seventeen years old when he was discovered.

If one has lost their past, then is their future truly real?

Anno was so engrossed in thinking about this problem that he almost became obsessed.

After all, it is a terrible thing for a normal person to know nothing about their past, past identity, past life, and past relationships.

Anno kept searching, but to no avail.

He placed the paper on top of a stack of papers next to him; Anno's manuscript was already over a thousand pages long.

dong dong dong.

"Come in," Anno said, straightening her posture.

The butler, Luslan, pushed open the door and came in: "Master, this is a letter for you."

Anno asked, "Who sent the letter?"

"The postman said it was a letter from an old woman in the small town of Falgao."

Anno took the letter, frowning. "Let me see."

Luslan bowed slightly and left through the door.

Anno tore open his faith.

“My dear young man, Lawrence Anno Falgao.”

"How have you been lately? I heard you've become a big shot in Florence. I'm so happy for you."

"However, I have to tell you this painful and regrettable news, Lawrence, my lad."

“Your uncle, Fedino Jo Olgovich Falgao, is ill, very ill.”

"He wants to see you, so I'm asking you, could you please go back to Falgao Town?"

“Your loving aunt, Anna.”

Anno held the letter, somewhat incredulous, her hands trembling slightly.

Uncle Ferdinand is sick? I saw him a month ago and he seemed to be in good health. How could he have gotten sick so quickly?

He slammed his hand on the table: "Ruslan!"

Luslan pushed the door open again and came in: "Master."

"Prepare a carriage for me; I'm going to Falgao now."

Anno stood up and walked towards the door.

Ruslan followed behind him: "But, sir, it's almost dark..."

"It's alright, I can handle traveling at night. Let's get things arranged quickly." Anno's voice sounded somewhat impatient.

"Yes, I understand, sir." Luslan could only nod and go to arrange the carriage.

Anno nervously clutched the hem of her clothes: "Uncle Fedino..."

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Chapter 197 Returning to the Embrace of the Lord