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

The rain stopped, and the two walked to... a huge lake?

Anno tidied her rain-soaked hair and asked in confusion, "Where is this place? There shouldn't be such a huge lake around here."

Harley had a bit of a cold: "Achoo... Lawrence, I feel a little cold."

"The rain has stopped now, and I have dry clothes in my purse. Change into them first." Anno took the purse off her back and took out the dry clothes.

Harley nodded and went to change her clothes.

Anno suddenly noticed a sword standing by the lake not far away.

"Strange..." He wanted to go closer to take a look.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was not a sword at all, but a sword-shaped tombstone.

The inscription reads: The White Knight's Tombstone - A great man who stood tall in time, but was defeated by the ants of time - Erected by the White Knight's friend.

For some reason, Anuo suddenly felt a little melancholy.

Looking through the tombstone at the shimmering lake behind her, Anno sighed deeply.

“Honey, where are you?” Harley’s voice came through the phone, tinged with panic.

“I’m here, darling,” Anno quickly replied, glancing back at the tombstone before instinctively putting her hands into her pockets.

Take out the extra dried flower and place it in front of the grave.

Then they left in a hurry.

The tombstone stands alone by the lake, with only dried flowers in front of it, as if no one has ever been here.

......

Ruslan and his rescue team found the couple quickly.

Harley just has a slight cold, it's not a big problem. Anno has a great constitution, she's fine.

He was just a little puzzled by the tombstone and his own sorrow and melancholy.

That tombstone is the White Knight's tombstone; presumably, it's the tombstone of King Arthur's most powerful and valiant minister.

Why was he buried there, and why did it evoke that feeling in him?

Anno shook his head, no longer thinking about those things; he was more concerned about his wife, who had a slight fever.

After spending two days traveling to London, Anno quickly booked a hotel to take care of his wife.

Harley's condition was probably due to her poor health, and although Anno took very good care of her, Harley's condition still fluctuated, making Anno very anxious.

One day, he was carrying a kettle downstairs to fetch water when he bumped into someone.

Both of them were running very fast, and the collision knocked them both over.

Anno sat on the ground, covering his forehead, which was already red and swollen.

The kettle fell to the side, and the person who collided with Anno was also groaning while covering his forehead.

Anno rubbed his head, struggled to his feet, and extended a hand to the person he had bumped into: "Sorry, sir, are you alright?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn't have been running in the hallway—oh?" The person lowered their hand, revealing a face that Anno was quite familiar with.

"You are--"

"Lawrence?"

"Joseph?"

The man who bumped into Anuo had blue curly hair, a delicate and gentle demeanor, and wore glasses, giving him a scholarly air.

He was a boy that Anno met a few years ago when he traveled to London alone. Joseph looked very young at the time, but he was willing to pay Anno to paint his portrait. The two became friends from that time on.

Joseph was a rather incredible person in Anno's eyes, like a magician, always carrying some strange little gadgets.

Joseph told Anno that he was struggling to get into that field, and when Anno asked further, he refused to say more, so Anno had a deep impression of Joseph.

The two greeted each other and gave each other a brief hug: "Lawrence, what brings you to London again?"

"Long time no see, Joseph. The purpose of my visit this time is the same as last time. How have you been?"

Joseph gave a tired smile that seemed completely out of character for his age: "Not progressing well, still unable to gain recognition and enter that field, but I will one day."

Anno didn't know what he was saying either: "Good luck."

"Thank you."

“I’ll go get some water first. My wife is sick, and I need to boil some more water for her to drink.” Anno picked up the kettle and looked at Joseph.

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Chapter 206 The Trip Ends

"You're married?" Joseph was somewhat surprised. When Anno last came to London, the two had a lot of conversation. Anno had made it clear that she didn't want to get married, feeling that marriage would become a burden.

"I just fell in love with someone." Anuo turned her head and smiled, admitting it generously. "When you meet the right person, your thoughts will naturally change."

"The fact that you've changed your mind means you two are truly in love."

"Oh, right, Joseph, what are you doing here again?"

"The hotel owner is my friend, and I'm staying here temporarily."

"Okay, I'll go get some water now, Joseph. We'll talk later."

"Alright, please go ahead." Joseph smiled and waved.

......

The weather in London gradually improved, and Harley finally recovered from her illness.

She kissed Anno: "Thank you for your hard work, Lawrence."

Anno simply stroked Harley's soft, long hair: "I am your lover, you can rely on me more."

Harley didn't know how to respond, so she could only ask, "Now that I'm better, where are we going?"

"Let's go for a walk in the streets first," Anno said, taking Harley's hand as they walked out of the room.

Just then, Joseph, who was carrying a small bag, walked by.

"Good morning, Lawrence," Joseph greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Joseph," he replied with a smile. "This is my wife, Harley."

"Hello, dear Ms. Harley."

"Ah, hello..." Harley was still a little weak.

“This is Joseph, a friend of mine, whom I met a few years ago when I came to London,” Anno introduced. “He’s a very remarkable person.”

After a brief exchange, Joseph, having other urgent matters to attend to, left first.

In the evening, Anno and Harley sat by the river.

The remaining light of the sunset stretched the two people's shadows long.

Lonely people always tend to seek out another lonely person.

That's how Anno and Harley are, so they won't separate.

Harley leaned on Anno's shoulder and murmured, "Lawrence, when I learned about the past from Aunt Anna, I was really shocked and sad."

Anno smiled indifferently: "I was indeed apprehensive and afraid because of this matter before."

“I know, I understand, Lawrence.” Harley hugged Anno’s arm.

"It's terrifying to not know the meaning of your own existence..."

“You said you were my lover, and that I could rely on you more.” Harley’s long, wine-red hair fluttered in the breeze. “That’s true, my love.”

“You can rely on me more often too,” Harley said, looking at her husband with her beautiful eyes.

She had been sick these past few days, and her condition hadn't improved during the gloomy weather. Anuo had been taking care of her and looking after her every step of the way.

She knew he loved her, because she loved him too.

“Harley.” Anno smiled gently.

His eyes were no longer lonely and empty.

“I have found the meaning of my existence, Harley.” He hugged Harley tightly. “I came to this land knowing nothing and having nothing, perhaps only to meet you, my wife.”

"I am no longer afraid, no longer doubtful."

"Where you are, that is the proof and meaning of my existence."

He rubbed his chin against Harley's forehead, and Harley enjoyed it like a cat.

“Let’s go back to the hotel.” Harley stood up and looked at Anno.

“Let’s go.” Anno stood up as well.

Luslan waited silently for the two to board the carriage, then revealed a distressed expression.

Damn it, showing off in front of me...

If I weren't unable to interfere with history, I would have—

harm.

Luslan shook his head and started the carriage.

......

The couple spent about a week traveling in and around London before preparing to return to Florence.

Before leaving, Joseph sought out Anno again.

“Lawrence, I know you’re a very famous artist now, so please paint another portrait of me,” Joseph said with a smile.

He knew he was destined not to achieve anything great in that field, and he needed a way to make future generations remember him.

He had many people paint his portrait, but only Lawrence's skill satisfied him.

“Okay.” Anno smiled; he happened to have some paper left.

"Regarding the price..." Joseph was about to bring up the price when Anno stopped him.