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

Driving at night is very dangerous, especially now that it has rained and the roads are muddy and slippery.

The coachman was quite skilled, but he could only keep the carriage from tipping over.

Nobody wants to travel at night, but Mr. Lawrence really gave them too much.

Anno sat in the carriage, feeling anxious and irritable.

Not only because of Ferdinand, but also because the swaying carriage shook all the cushions he had placed on his seat off, and because it was shaking so much, he couldn't put them back on!

Driving after the rain, especially in the dark, is not only slow but also extremely bumpy.

Anno could only endure the discomfort.

The carriage traveled all night and finally arrived at the town of Falgao before dawn.

A light rain was falling when Anno opened the carriage door and rushed out.

He pounded on the door of the house, his knocks urgent and forceful.

The person who opened the door was Aunt Anna, who was in tears.

“Aunt Anna, Uncle…” Anno asked anxiously.

Anna opened her mouth, patted Anno's shoulder, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

She looked older and more haggard, tears streaming down her deep wrinkles.

Anuo stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

His heart seemed to stop for a few seconds, then he went berserk, bypassing Aunt Anna, and rushed upstairs.

At the door of Ferdinand's room, he bumped into a doctor, nearly knocking him over.

Anno grabbed the doctor's shoulder: "Doctor, my uncle..."

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a dim look in his eyes.

Then he left the room.

Anno walked blankly to the bedside.

Lying in bed was Ferdinand, whose face had turned ashen.

He looked much thinner, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful, as he entered an endless slumber.

Aunt Anna appeared behind Anno at some point and said, choking back tears, "Your uncle started having stomach aches a week ago, but we all thought he ate something bad."

"Until a day ago, when he started vomiting blood and couldn't eat anything, we realized it wasn't food poisoning."

"He...he always wanted to see you again, but...but..." Anna wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, but she couldn't dry the tears.

Anna grabbed Ferdinand's hand, pressed it to her forehead, and stared wide-eyed.

“He had been experiencing stomach discomfort for a long time, but he never told me until the doctor asked him. Only then did he tell us that this condition had been going on for several years.” Anna sat on a chair to the side, her voice already breaking down.

Ferdinand was the only pillar of this family. With Ferdinand gone, the old woman was the one who was most heartbroken, both emotionally and in terms of life.

“Uncle…” Anno kissed Fedino’s rough hand, tears dripping onto the ground.

"We sinned in our past lives, and this is the Lord's punishment..."

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

Anno was wearing a pure black dress, with Aunt Anna standing next to her.

The rain was heavy. The two men stood in front of a deep pit, holding umbrellas. Behind them were many residents of the town of Falgao.

Ferdinand was very popular during his lifetime. Although he looked fierce, he was a real old rascal.

The priest prayed nearby as several workers carried the coffin and slowly lowered it into the pit.

Aunt Anna rested her forehead on Anno's shoulder, choking back tears.

Anno threw the umbrella aside, picked up a shovel, and filled Fedino's grave with soil, shovelful by shovelful.

He took a dried flower from his pocket and placed it in front of the tombstone.

“Uncle…” Anuo bit her lip, and it was hard to tell whether the tears falling from her cheeks were rain or tears, or both.

"Rest in peace... I will pass on your sugar-making skills." He stood up, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and left Ferdinand's grave with Aunt Anna.

Ferdinand Jo Olgovich Falgaard 1403–1470.

......

A week has passed since the funeral.

“Aunt Anna, please come to Florence with me.” Anno sat in the living room, thought for a while, and finally said this.

Now, although only one person is missing from the house, both of them feel it is empty.

Anna was still reeling from Ferdinand's abrupt departure: "But this is your uncle's house."

Ferdinand and Anna actually lived a very comfortable life and didn't need to live in such a small town, but it was because Ferdinand was nostalgic and unwilling to give up sugar production that the couple stayed here.

But now, I will let Uncle Ferdinand, that old man who loved life, pass away.

Aunt Anna's health was also poor, and Anno didn't want the tragedy to repeat itself, so he decided to bring Aunt Anna to Florence and take care of her himself.

Aunt Anna was still a little reluctant to leave this place.

Anno comforted her, "Aunt Anna, I will find workers to keep this sugarcane plantation and workshop running. If you want to come back, you can come back and stay for a while anytime."

"So please let me take care of you in Florence, Auntie."

Aunt Anna cried again.

Her emotions have been unstable these days.

"Lawrence, my lad, my child, your aunt just can't bear to part with your uncle," Aunt Anna said, tears streaming down her face.

“I know, I know, Aunt Anna.” Anna’s eyes welled up with tears when she heard the word “uncle.” “We come back every month to see Uncle.”

Anna eventually agreed to return to Florence with Anno.

For Anna, leaving this place for a while is good. If she stays in a state of grief for too long, I imagine her aunt will also...

Anno specifically chose a relatively sunny daytime to set off.

After a bumpy ride, the carriage finally returned to Florence.

Aunt Anna stepped down from the carriage and looked at the mansion, which was much, much larger than her own house and had a yard, with some surprise: "Lawrence, is this your home?"

Anno nodded: "Yes, Aunt Anna, I've always wanted you and Uncle Ferdinand to stay here."

Anna was heartbroken again: "I survived, but why wasn't Ferdinand as lucky...?"

She was on the verge of tears as she spoke.

Anno quickly comforted Aunt Anna: "Aunt, please come in first. I'll tell the servants to help you tidy up your room." Anno waved to Luslan, who was standing at the door: "Call a few people over to put my aunt's luggage in my room."

“Yes, sir.” Luslan bowed slightly.

Anno decided to let Aunt Anna stay in her room, while he would tidy up his office, put a bed in it, and live in the office himself. Anyway, his office was spacious enough to fit three beds.

Manlio crawled out of the house.

He walked up to Anuo and bowed to her, saying, "Teacher, you're back."

Aunt Anna, standing to the side, looked at Anno, waiting for an introduction.

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Chapter 198 Manrio Ferdinand Springer's Sugar Making

“Aunt Anna, this is Manrio, my student.” Anno pulled the somewhat shy Manrio over and introduced him to Aunt Anna.

"Hmm, I never imagined that the young man I picked up when he collapsed in the rain would be able to take on students now." Aunt Anna was still happy for Anno.

Anno did not speak.

In fact, many people applied to Lawrence Studio, but Anno rejected them all without exception.

Teaching Manrio alone sometimes makes Anno feel like he could get a stroke from the stress.

Anno considers himself a calm person, but teaching children to do their homework is beyond his capabilities!

Aunt Anna patted Manrio's head: "He looks like a good boy."

"Auntie, I'm actually almost fifteen years old." Although Manlio really enjoyed being patted on the head, he still said it with righteous indignation.

"Huh? Fourteen years old?" Aunt Anna looked at the little boy in surprise.

Fourteen years old, this height...

Manlio is only about 1.3 meters tall and suffers from severe stunted growth.

Anno sighed: "Let me tell you about Manrio's situation, Aunt."

Anno recounted the events to Aunt Anna in detail, and the kind old woman listened with such fervor that she kept pounding her leg with her fist.

"That Kreddy, and Suvatel, they're really awful!" Aunt Anna said angrily.

"So I took Manrio in and taught him some skills so that he wouldn't go hungry in this society in the future." Anno patted Manrio's head. He had to admit, it felt really good. Manrio's hair was very soft and a pure black color.

Manlio lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought, perhaps recalling the feeling of being imprisoned by Suvart.

“Of course, Manrio’s talent also surprised me quite a bit,” Anno said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good." A hint of relief appeared on Aunt Anna's aged face. "When I saw this room full of artworks, I knew I could hardly imagine your achievements, but child, I'm glad you haven't abandoned your kindness."

She patted Anno's arm excitedly: "Good child, your Uncle Ferdinand once told me that kindness is our last line of defense. It is a noble emotion, and you must preserve it."

Anno felt a little pain from the slap, but still smiled and replied, "I understand, Aunt Anna."

Luslan appeared at the office door: "Sir, lunch is ready."

"Let's go, Aunt Anna."

"Yes, yes." Aunt Anna was still a little excited.

......

After the meal, Anno pulled Manrio into the reception room.

“Manrio, I want to ask you for a favor.” Anno looked into Manrio’s eyes.