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

Leonardo da Vinci left with Adrosson, and Anno walked back into the house alone to pack up Harley's belongings.

After tidying up for a while, Anno found two boxes.

Two boxes, one large and one small, lay quietly at the bottom of the cabinet.

Anno took out the two boxes, opened the larger one, and inside lay their token of love—"The Love of the Goddess."

Anno gently stroked the treasure, her eyes welling up with tears again.

Anno put the Goddess's Love back into the box and opened the smaller box.

But after opening it, Anno couldn't hold back her tears even more.

He sat on the bed, holding the jewelry from the box, and wept silently.

Inside that box was the first piece of jewelry that Anno truly made for Harley.

A pair of diamond earrings the size of pigeon eggs.

Anno recalled that day when the elegant Harley handed him the two treasures and remembered what he had discovered with those diamonds.

He understood everything, he figured everything out.

The man stood on the rooftop, not looking at the bustling interior of Florence, but at the lush greenery outside the city.

I finally found my own meaning in your passing.

Harry. I will love you forever.

Nature will wait for humanity to find a suitable way to coexist with it, but this process will always be accompanied by anger and separation. I will become a bridge, trying to soothe nature's anger... Am I being a little arrogant, Harley?

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Chapter 220 Dissection...The Same Kind

morning.

Warm sunlight streamed into the studio.

Manlio was sitting stiffly in front of an easel.

Last night, he spent a long time at the cemetery with his sister Harley before returning to the Anno mansion, and he still hasn't been able to sleep.

Anno opened the studio door and walked in.

Manlio looked up, his lifeless eyes revealing a slight emotional fluctuation.

Anno's once flowing long hair was gone, and her eyes were filled with weariness and sadness.

“Teacher…” Manrio choked back tears.

Anno silently hugged his only student.

The master and apprentice remained silent.

Anno pulled over a chair and sat down: "Manrio."

“Teacher.” Manrio rubbed his eyes and sat obediently opposite Anno.

“You’re ready to graduate.” Anno’s expression was stiff and lifeless as he uttered words that struck Manrio like a thunderbolt.

"...Why, teacher?" Manrio didn't cry or get angry; he just asked the reason in a daze.

Anno sighed: "I plan to stop all my artistic activities, and besides, you're good enough to graduate."

He didn't say anything more, but simply walked out of the room and into the courtyard.

Manlio paused for a moment, then ran to the door and shouted to Anno, "Teacher, even if I can't learn art from you, I can still..."

“Manrio!” Anno shouted from under the tree, interrupting Manrio.

"Teacher..." Manrio had lost count of how many times he had silently repeated this word today.

Anno turned around and looked at Manrio from afar.

"What I'm about to do will be without anyone's involvement... Leave now and find a better version of yourself!"

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

Manrio left.

Anno also left.

Anno left a letter for Leonardo da Vinci at the mansion, then left with some necessities.

"To Leonardo da Vinci"

"My beloved, reliable brother, Lawrence Anno Falgao, hereby apologizes for leaving without saying goodbye, and also apologizes on my behalf to Verrocchio and Adroson."

“I am not a good husband, a reliable father, or an excellent student.”

"But my departure is definitely not to escape or abandon. What I need to do is the meaning that Harley entrusted to me, and it is something I must accomplish."

“I am likely to die a violent death. However, if I do not die, please come to London to find me on January 1, 1487, ten years from now. I will certainly keep my promise.”

“If you do not find me in London, then please tell Adroson that his father has fallen in love with his mother again.”

“Adroson, I beg you, my friend, my brother.”

"The deeds to my house and land are in my office drawer."

“From—an irresponsible father, student, and brother.”

"Lawrence Anno Falgao".

Leonardo da Vinci held the paper and looked out the window at Florence.

Adroson sat at his desk, fiddling with some paper and pens left behind by Anno.

“That bastard…” Leonardo da Vinci clenched his fists.

“Since you said you would be in London on January 1, 1487, then I will definitely keep my promise—not only will I beat you up, but Adroson will also definitely beat you up!”

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

In a certain city.

Anno has been gone from Florence for a month.

What he is about to do is something he cannot do with others.

Now, he only has an old butler by his side who drives him.

Anno kept Harley's earrings with him and made a frame out of iron to hold the two diamonds in place.

Long ago, Anno used these two diamonds to discover something... magical.

Anno held a manuscript and examined it carefully.

The manuscript contained the information that Anno had discovered with the diamonds.

The enlarged pieces of wood, the lifeless wood, look like tiny rooms.

But that time, perhaps due to the lighting, everything I saw was blurry.

Anno has been searching for a way to see things completely clearly this month.

Finally, he used a knife to cut a piece of cork into very thin slices, fixed them on a piece of glass, and only then could he observe the structure of the wood clearly and completely.

Anno named this tool, consisting of an iron frame, two diamonds, a cylinder, and several mirrors, the "Harley Mirror."

Using the Hallie Lens, Anno was able to observe many things that could not be seen directly with the naked eye.

He pondered: if some things are so small that people cannot see them with their eyes, and if disease is not some kind of "divine punishment," could it be that something too tiny to be seen by humans is at work...?

But before that, Anno had some things to do.

He bribed the local cemetery manager and obtained a fresh... corpse.

In the dimly lit basement, Anno held a small knife, looked at the old man who had not been dead for long, and swallowed hard.

Then, without hesitation, he began his dissection.

The purpose of anatomy is to understand the human body.

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

After leaving Florence, Anno began this nomadic lifestyle.

Arrive at a place, find a way to get a corpse, and then begin to dissect it, trying to understand the human body, to understand everything.

His hands were stained with human blood, and in this era where corpses were more important than life, Anno was often hunted by the church and had to continue his autopsies in secret, hiding his identity.

He discovered countless things, all of which were recorded in his manuscripts. All of his manuscripts are kept by Ruslan, and there are currently more than 10,000 pages in the carriage.

In 1480, Arnold discovered that the Black Death was caused by the presence of a black cluster of substances in human blood, but because the magnification of the Harley microscope was too low, he could not observe the specific appearance of the black clusters.

In 1482, Anno's research showed that many substances in nature, which he named "fungi," had an inhibitory effect on many diseases that invaded the human body, and he began to search for various fungi to suppress the Black Death.

In 1485, Anno discovered a type of fungus that was roughly gray in color in the throat of a chicken, a subject he was most familiar with for dissection. He named it "Gray Streptomyces". It was later found that this bacterium was very effective against the Black Death virus.

He quickly set out to try using this bacterium, and after six months of various experiments and failures, he found a way to cultivate the bacteria. Then came the experimental dosage.

A large number of bacteria can cause harm to the human body after entering the body. This is a conclusion that Anno previously reached. Therefore, Anno's main goal is to make use of bacteria without harming the human body.

Anno tried culturing the gray mold fungus in water and then mixing this culture into a cough medicine.

The date was January 1, 1487.

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Chapter 221 Reunion After Ten Years

January 1, 1487, early morning.

A hooded man sat beside a pool.

The man's face was hidden under his hood, but one could vaguely see that he was somewhat unkempt, with a stubble beard, though his skin was quite fair.

An old man stood beside the man, the old man trembling as he held a little paint.

The man held a sketchbook and sketched a street scene in London.

"It's been almost ten years since I last touched my drawing board..." The man's tone was full of nostalgia.