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

"I'll leave Rosson to you for now, Leonardo," Anno patted Leonardo on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Lawrence, I am Rosen's godfather after all." Leonardo da Vinci chuckled as he held the handsome little boy. "Come on, Rosen, say goodbye to your father."

Luo Song obediently said, "Goodbye, Dad."

Anno smiled and patted Luo Song's hair: "Be good at your godfather's house."

"Okay, Dad." Luo Song leaned down and kissed Anuo on the cheek.

Leonardo da Vinci happily carried Rosson away.

Harley then got off the carriage.

Her expression was a little strange.

"What's wrong, Harley?" Anno walked over and took Harley's hand.

“My chin is a little itchy…” Harley showed Anno her chin.

“Let me see…” There was a red, swollen spot on Harley’s chin, like she had been bitten by a mosquito.

Anno touched the red and swollen area with her hand.

"Ugh...it's a little itchy." Harley instinctively pulled her head back. "It also hurts a little, don't touch it."

"You also need to be careful not to scratch, or it will get infected," Anno said with a smile, looking at his lovely wife.

“I know.” Harley noticed a small black bug on her chest. “I guess this bug bit me.”

Anno leaned closer and flicked the wobbly flea away with a finger.

Then, taking Harley's hand, he said, "Come on, let's go inside."

"Ah."

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

Silent all night.

The next morning, Harley started acting strangely.

"Honey, I'm feeling a little...unwell." Harley's face was flushed, and her voice was weak.

Anno anxiously helped Harley up: "Have some water first."

Harley nodded, opened her mouth with some difficulty, and Anno fed her the water.

Notably, the bite wound on Harley's chin had swelled up considerably. Anno tried to touch it and found it to be very hard, and Harley felt pain when touched.

Anno was extremely anxious and quickly searched his manuscripts for the disease that Harley's symptoms belonged to.

Fever, dizziness, headache, feeling extremely cold, face flushed red, body aches, nausea, vomiting, swelling at the wound site...

Anno searched for Harley while taking care of her.

With a few tears in his eyes, he searched frantically.

Finally, Anno found a case in a book that was similar to Halle's current situation.

This book was written by a doctor in the last century before his death. It became a professor's collection and was later bought back by Ruslan.

This book describes some of the symptoms and inner sensations of the Black Death. The doctor, who was suffering from the Black Death, wrote this book with all his might before struggling to die.

In other words, Harley might be suffering from... the Black Death.

Anno suddenly knelt weakly on the ground.

"How could this be... This is impossible..." His voice was filled with helplessness and disbelief.

The Black Death, in this era, meant something very simple.

It means death.

"No, no..." Anno was a little unwilling to give up, and ran to Harley's side with the book in her hand.

The two exchanged questions, inquiring about Harley's feelings.

It can match many of the symptoms.

Anno, trembling, took a small knife and made a small cut on Harley's fingertip.

The blood flowed out gently, and the color that Anno observed was darker than that of normal blood.

"..." Anno's mind was struck as if by lightning, and he collapsed to the ground, powerless.

The Black Death, Harley... she contracted the Black Death.

Anno kept replaying those words in his mind.

It is common knowledge that the Black Death was incurable, and countless doctors and clergy have proven this with their lives.

“This… how is this possible…” Anno pounded the ground in despair.

Hearing the noise, Luslan opened the door and came in: "Master, what happened?"

“Ruslan…” Anno’s face was covered in tears and snot. Harley had already fallen asleep, leaving the man devastated.

"Harley...she got the Black Death..."

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Chapter 218 One More Kiss, My Love

Anno laid out thick cups in the carriage and let Harley lie down inside.

Harley contracted the Black Death.

The Black Death was synonymous with death; contracting it meant certain death.

When Anno was at her wit's end, she remembered the existence of a certain person.

Joseph Zorgen, the blue-haired man who lived in London.

Although it sounded somewhat frivolous, Anno, having exhausted all other options, decided to head to London.

However, Florence and London are far apart, and Anno instructed Ruslan to get there as soon as possible.

Anno wasn't sure how much longer his wife could hold on, but...

Luslan nodded silently, and in a corner where Anno couldn't see, a faint glow emanated from beneath his feet.

"Lawrence..." Harley called weakly from under the covers.

“Harley, I’m here, Harley.” Anno, unafraid of contracting the Black Death, held her lover’s hand.

"How is Rosson now...?" Harley's words were broken and intermittent. Her whole body was sore and weak, and she had no strength at all. There was also a huge lump on her chin, making it difficult for her to speak.

“His godfather is taking care of him, don’t worry, Harley.” Anno stroked his wife’s beautiful long hair with heartache, trying his best not to cry.

Despair, this feeling is utterly despairing.

Even if Harley's illness is brought to London, it may not be curable, but it may be Anno and Harley's only hope.

Other doctors and professors were terrified of the word "Black Death," and would not only refuse to treat them, but might even drive Anno and Harley away.

Fortunately, Harley didn't have the Black Death that caused her to bleed black blood. With Anno's relatively hygienic and meticulous care, she survived for five days.

Using his extraordinary powers, Luslan traveled to London in five days.

Anno didn't pay attention to these details; his mind was filled with Harley.

The carriage stopped in front of the inn. Anno kissed the back of Harley's listless hand and got out of the carriage.

Entering the hotel, Anno found Joseph's room and knocked on the door: "Mr. Joseph, are you there?"

"I'm here, who is it?" A tired voice came from inside the room.

“It’s me, Lawrence,” Anno replied.

crunch--

The door opened, and a lazy-looking blue-haired youth appeared in the doorway.

He wanted to hug Anno enthusiastically, but Anno grabbed his shoulder, which startled him.

"Lawrence, long time no see—oh dear? What's wrong?" Joseph shouted in fright.

Anno stared at Joseph with bloodshot eyes, tears streaming down his face. Combined with his deep eye bags and sparse beard, Anno looked somewhat frightening.

“Joseph, my friend,” Anno called out, trembling, “you said last time that you could do many incredible things, right?”

Joseph swallowed hard and became serious as well.

What could make this man lose his composure and elegance like this must be something extraordinary.

“I’m just an apprentice… Tell me what it is first.” Joseph sighed and patted Anno’s upper arm.

“My wife, my Harley, my love…” Anno tried to keep her voice down, breaking down as she leaned close to Joseph’s ear, “She has… the Black Death…”

Joseph's pupils contracted.

“I have no choice, I really have no other way. Nobody is willing to help Harley. I thought of you, Joseph... Can you do it?” Anno said these words cautiously and tremblingly.

"The Black Death..." Joseph hesitated, but seeing Anno overcome with grief and almost collapsing, he softened.

"How many days has Sister Harley been sick?" he asked earnestly.

"It's been six days now." Anuo wiped away her tears, but she couldn't wipe them away completely.

"Take me to see him first." Joseph sighed. Six days had passed...

The two quickly went downstairs and arrived at the carriage.

It was early morning, and there weren't many people on the streets. Joseph looked around and said to Anno, "Let's carry Sister Harley to my room first."

Anno nodded and leaned over to Ruslan, saying, "Ruslan, pack your things. Throw away the blanket Harley slept in, and move the carriage somewhere else."

“Understood, sir,” Luslan replied.

After getting rid of Ruslan, Anorhari was carried on his back.

Harley's voice was weak and feeble, tinged with fear and dread: "Lawrence, I feel... I'm going to leave you..."

“Don’t talk nonsense, you’ll survive,” Anno replied to Harley, biting her lip.

Joseph's room was on the second floor, and Anno's legs were trembling.