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

Adrosson was the name given by Leonardo da Vinci; boys were named Adrosson, and girls were named Cossella.

Anno lifted Adroson high.

Mrs. Dorigina glanced at the baby a few more times, then hurried inside to see her own daughter.

Anno went in and kissed Harley on the forehead: "Thank you, darling, thank you."

Harley's laughter was weak: "Quick... take Adroson to Aunt Anna to see, hurry up."

Anno nodded, picked up her son, and quickly went out.

Aunt Anna had been eagerly anticipating it for a long time.

Her eyes widened as she watched Anno hurry in through the door.

Anno handed the still-crying Adroson to Aunt Anna: "Aunt, this is my son, Adroson, my and Harley's son."

Aunt Anna smiled, speechless, and reached out her right hand to touch the baby.

So close, so close.

What an adorable baby!

Bless you, my child, my child...

My young man...

His arm hung limply at his sides.

"Auntie!" Anuo looked at Aunt Anna's drooping hand in disbelief.

The old man's eyes began to gray, and he stared blankly at Adroson with a look of expectation and regret.

He has passed away.

Anno's tears flowed down her cheeks.

He gritted his teeth, holding Adroson in one arm and Aunt Anna's body in the other.

She burst into tears.

So helpless, so heartbroken, so sorrowful.

Verrocchio stood to one side, wiping away tears.

Everyone was happy that Harley and her baby were safe, but everyone was also saddened by the passing of Aunt Anna.

......

The number of people at Anno Manor has remained the same, but their lives have changed dramatically.

That kind, warm old woman, who always exuded an aura of approachability, has finally left us.

Aunt Anna was buried next to Uncle Ferdinand, and the two would continue their life in the town of Falgao.

Harley was a little weak after giving birth, so Mrs. Dorigina put aside her pride and helped Anno take care of the mother and child.

Anno personally cooked all kinds of soups for Harley every day, making sure she was full. Harley had gained about 20 pounds since she was pregnant.

Although the baby was born safely, no one was in the mood as good as they had imagined.

Anno sat down beside Harley and their son and gently kissed his wife.

“Lawrence…” Harley looked at Anno with tears in her eyes.

“Harley, don’t be sad.” Anno hugged Harley and looked at Adroson. “Aunt Anna would never want us to be sad because of her.”

He looked out the window: "She will turn into a star and bless us forever in heaven."

“I understand, I understand.” Harley was a very strong woman; she sniffled.

Anno nodded and walked out.

He went up to the rooftop, sat in that familiar spot, and quietly looked up at the sky.

"Auntie." There was no crying, only tears silently streaming down her face.

He's been thinking a lot these days.

From the passing of Uncle Ferdinand to the passing of Aunt Anna.

“The human body, human diseases, human suffering are definitely not predetermined,” Anno murmured to himself.

"Even if there is a predetermined fate, it is definitely not controlled by any so-called Lord or God."

"Uncle and Aunt are definitely not people who have returned to the Lord's embrace."

"...I need to make a choice."

Anno lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Standing in the courtyard, Ruslan looked at Anno sitting on the roof and smiled.

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Chapter 210 Strange Movements

the next day.

Anno sent Luslan out to some surrounding cities to collect medical books.

Anna's helplessness at her deathbed deeply affected Anno.

He didn't want to see this helpless situation happen again, so he decided to learn some medical knowledge himself.

Ruslan left with the orders, and Anno sighed.

Upon entering the room, I found Leonardo da Vinci holding and playing with Adrosson.

Adroson is now a month old, and Anno has lost a full ten pounds in that month.

There were simply too many things that required his personal attention, and although the birth of Adroson had somewhat eased his grief, the events that had occurred left him both saddened and physically exhausted.

He walked over with a smile, looked at Adroson held in Leonardo da Vinci's arms, and patted Adroson's little head.

Adroson's skin has smoothed out, and he no longer looks like a wrinkled little old man when he was born.

"Losson, call him Godfather!" Leonardo da Vinci looked into Adrosson's clear eyes with a smile.

"Ya ya." Adroson certainly wouldn't call him Godfather; it was just unconscious babbling.

“Adroson.” Anno took his son, his expression gentle. “Father is here.”

Anno looked very haggard, and Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but sigh.

"Take a break, Lawrence. You're overworking yourself. If this continues, something bad will definitely happen." Da Vinci was a little worried about Anno's condition.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Anno kissed Adrosson.

The atmosphere between the father and son was very harmonious.

Adroson's baby hair has already sprouted some hair of normal color, which seems to be inherited from Harley.

"You are the most precious piece of jewelry in my life, the most perfect work, my child," Anno murmured sincerely as she looked at Adrosson.

Harley also came out of the room and went to her husband and children.

Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but chuckle: "With such good-looking parents, this child will definitely be good-looking in the future."

Anno handed Adroson to Harley and smiled at Leonardo: "Leonardo, I have something I'd like to ask you."

“You mean Lawrence?” Leonardo da Vinci nodded with a sigh.

Time is a terrifying force, something everyone has experienced.

Anuo once told him that she would never get married, even if it meant dying, but now her child is already a month old.

Harley sat in a chair with Adroson in her arms, and Anno stood beside her, tidying her hair. The three of them looked at Leonardo da Vinci.

"I hope you can paint a picture for us."

Leonardo da Vinci nodded; he was now skilled enough to paint independently: "No problem."

Harley and Anno exchanged a smile.

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

The area around Naples.

The plague has restarted here, and the panic has lasted for a long time.

The Black Death.

This word terrifies countless people.

The horrific divine punishment that killed the Pope's dark rule in the last century also killed half of Europe.

Whether they were commoners, nobles, or clergy.

Death is fair, and the deaths caused by epidemics will spare no one in sight.

Several years ago, a ship sailing back to Naples brought this terrible disease back to the city.

The de facto rulers of Naples acted swiftly, issuing a lockdown order that prohibited anyone from leaving their homes, with all necessities being distributed by the government.

However, while this curbed the spread of the Black Death, those already infected were trapped in their homes, wailing and waiting to die.

Panic gripped everyone, and the entire city fell silent.

Moreover, in this era of extremely poor enforcement, local governments are simply unable to exercise completely effective control.

A businessman hurriedly left Naples, wanting to escape this hell and do business in other cities.

But he didn't notice.

A tiny insect was sucking his blood from his ankle.

At the same time, something was being transported into his body...

......

Luslan spent a month shopping and finally spent all the money Anno had given him.

Anno's initial instructions to him were to spend all the money, buy as many books as possible, preferably the private manuscripts of university professors.

Luslan returned with a dark expression on his face.