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

Anuo seemed startled: "Teacher, you..."

Verrocchio immediately delivered his trump card: "Harley is very worried about you."

Upon hearing this, Anuo froze on the spot, his mouth agape.

"The departure of that little girl, Simonetta, is something none of us wanted to see, Lawrence, not just you."

“I’ve heard about everything you did for that little girl. You tried your best, but you didn’t succeed. You can lament, you can be sad.” Verrocchio straightened Anno’s disheveled collar with a helpless look. “But you absolutely cannot be discouraged, not even for a moment, because you have Harley, you have Adroson, understand?”

"...I inquired about Simonetta's situation with Lorenzo." Verrocchio stood up, gazing at the Lorenzo Palace in the city center. "Her condition...even God himself couldn't save her. We are merely mortals, and mortals with a touch of genius, how can we possibly snatch her back from the clutches of death?"

Anno looked up and glanced at Harley, who was standing at the rooftop entrance holding Adroson. Seeing the worry in Harley's eyes, she suddenly felt a little guilty.

The man swallowed hard, stood up, and went to his wife's side: "Harley, forgive me, I shouldn't have..."

Harley smiled gently, that's just the kind of person she is: "I don't blame you, darling."

Faced with his understanding wife, Anuo was speechless.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile.

“I need to regroup, my dear.” With a wife like this, Anno felt like the luckiest person in the world. He suddenly felt all the defeat he had felt for failing to save Mrs. Simonetta vanish.

In fact, Harley was just a guide; Anno himself had a very strong ability to regulate his emotions.

Verrocchio, left standing to the side: ......

Looking at his beautiful wife, Anno wondered if he should do something.

He took Adroson's hand, held his wife and children's hands, and walked down with a smile: "To improve our family's mood, I've decided to cook for myself, which is quite unusual for me!"

Adroson was so happy that he skipped and hopped as he walked.

Verrocchio, completely forgotten: ...What bad luck!

The chubby teacher sat sadly on the rooftop, looking at the sky that was beginning to clear, unable to shed a tear.

"What...what's going on?!"

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

Verrocchio went home cursing and didn't even stay for dinner at Anno's house.

Anno looked completely bewildered.

But none of that matters. Anno let Manrio sleep alone today, and Anno made up for his wife's worries and sadness during this time.

Simonetta's departure did not cause a ripple. Lorenzo and the Julius brothers were reasonable people. They knew that this was not Anno's fault and did not choose to make things difficult for him.

However, a thorn has definitely gotten stuck in the relationship between the group, like a fishbone stuck in their throat.

Anno visited Lorenzo's palace much less frequently as a guest minister.

He was also thinking about a problem.

Was it too frivolous and hasty to give up the dissection simply because he didn't want to get his hands dirty with blood?

After pondering this question for a long time, Anno finally made up his mind.

He bought a chicken.

Anno, who had never killed an animal before, hesitated for a long time before killing the chicken with a knife.

Harley, as Anno's assistant, helps Anno record information and data, while Anno, with his bloodied hands, holds a pen and draws anatomical diagrams of chickens.

Anno didn't know the point of doing this, but he still maintained a serious attitude and completed this cruel task.

Harley was also heartbroken, but she would always support her lover, even if he was wrong.

After the autopsy, the two kissed gently.

Anno meticulously documented the entire structure of the rooster, including its head, feathers, internal organs, bones, and everything else, on paper. The couple looked at the complete manuscript and smiled, both relaxed and heavy-hearted.

They felt relieved because they were finally free from the gore, but also heavy-hearted because the scene they had just witnessed had left them both with some psychological trauma.

Neither Anno nor Harley ever killed a single animal. Other wealthy people and nobles enjoyed hunting, but Anno never participated.

Today, we've set a precedent.

The couple lay in bed, with Adroson fast asleep in the middle, but both of them stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.

These two are destined to be sleepless tonight.

......

Luslan's Diary, Florence, Italy, December 1, 1476.

I feel like I've gained a bit of myself.

I am an individual named "Ruslan," created for the purpose of "seeing."

I have been with this "Anno" for a long time.

However, I cannot understand many of his behaviors.

I can't understand it.

Why can't I understand?

It doesn't matter.

I wasn't created as a human being, so perhaps emotions are irrelevant to me; all I need is the ability to "see."

But... I do seem to have gained something... something akin to a sense of self?

Otherwise, why would I engage in such complex thinking?

This is so annoying, so annoying.

Is this a side effect of imitating people?

The old butler imitated Anno, taking notes with a pen.

Then again, why can't I create my own self?

The feigned spirituality in his eyes faded, replaced by a hint of contemplation amidst his coldness and rationality.

Putting aside other issues, I've changed quite a bit since then.

Since that person didn't step in to warn me, perhaps letting things take their course is the best course of action.

Ugh, thinking is so tiring. A standard butler job would be much easier.

I kind of miss those days.

Nostalgia, for the days in Britain...

The paper containing the written words suddenly turned to ashes, which were scattered into the air by the old butler.

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Chapter 217 Harley Falls Ill

The situation in Naples is largely under control.

The city lord chose to sacrifice half of the people to save the other half.

The city lord was unable to stop the people who fled the city.

The year is February 1477.

Anno's family went on a spring outing.

After Simonetta's death, Anno's artistic activities decreased, and she focused her life on her family and her medical research.

Over the course of several months, Anno dissected some animals and maintained contact with several university professors, engaging in numerous exchanges.

The family of three rode in a carriage driven by Ruslan, slowly making their way from the outskirts to Florence.

The interior of the carriage was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Inside the wreckage of a carriage by the roadside, a rat poked its head out, observing the moving carriage.

The carriage wasn't moving fast. The mouse squeaked twice and jumped onto the side of the carriage.

The mouse was small, just a young mouse. It was a little hungry, found a gap in the carriage, and squeezed inside.

Adroson was the first to spot the baby mouse, and, feeling playful, reached out to grab it.

"Roson, don't touch it!" Harley knew that rats could bite, so she nervously grabbed Adroson and pulled him back.

Anno was looking out the window when he saw this scene.

His wife, holding their son in one arm, opened the carriage door with the other and kicked the intruder out.

Anno: ? ? ?

Harley smiled. "It's just a roadside rat that got into the carriage." Harley was very carefree; she had been by Anno's side the whole time she was dissecting animals.

"Didn't scare Adroson?" Anno hugged his son and smiled.

Harley closed the carriage door and checked the interior again: "There shouldn't be any, right, Rosson? Try not to touch these small animals in the future, they might bite you."

Little Luo Song obediently replied, "I understand, Mom."

"Ah."

Harley had no idea that the little animal she had just kicked had left something on her body.

A tiny insect clung to Harley's skirt, struggling to survive.

Anno held Adroson in his arms, while Harley sat opposite Anno.

..........

Leonardo da Vinci waited impatiently in front of the Anno residence.

Adroson wanted to play with his godfather today. Anno had said that he would hand Adroson over to Leonardo da Vinci after the outing.

Leonardo da Vinci has now severed ties with his father and, after leaving behind a large sum of money, has chosen to buy his own house.

The carriage pulled up, and Adroson jumped down from it: "Godfather!"

"Oh! My little Adroson!" Leonardo da Vinci embraced Adroson, who was rushing towards him.

Adroson still really enjoyed being with Leonardo da Vinci. After all, his father, Anno, was quiet and serious, and his mother, Harley, was too gentle. Da Vinci, on the other hand, was like a big boy who hadn't grown up yet, and Adroson found it very fun to be with him.