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

"Sir, your skills haven't diminished at all." The old man's voice trembled slightly, filled with emotion.

The images on the canvas are so lifelike they seem real.

"But I'm definitely getting a bit rusty..." the man sighed and put the drawing board aside.

The man stood up; he was thin but appeared quite tall. He was just a little hunched over.

The sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.

......

"Godfather, is my father... really here?" The young man with short, wine-red hair sat in the carriage, looking politely at the man with slightly dignified features.

"...It will be." The dignified-looking man sighed.

He sat by the window, looking out at the scenery.

Lawrence, will you really keep your promise...?

The wine-red-haired boy seemed a little reserved: "In my memory, I only met my father, my godfather, when I was very, very young. What kind of person was my father?"

Da Vinci rolled his eyes: "Roson, how many times have you asked me this question?"

Adroson scratched the back of his head, looking a little shy.

Da Vinci murmured, "Then I'll say it again."

"Your father was a handsome, elegant, and talented artist. Although I don't know much about what that bastard is doing now, that's at least my impression of him back then. Lawrence Anno Falgao, the most famous artist in Florence, was second to none in painting, sculpture, and jewelry. Many people even said he was the greatest artist of this era."

“Father…” Adroson’s eyes revealed longing.

“Hey, Rosson, don’t forget what I told you!” Leonardo da Vinci reminded him.

“Ah, I understand, Godfather,” Adrosson immediately agreed. “But… is that really a good idea?”

"Just do as I say!" Da Vinci's forehead veins bulged. "That bastard dumped you on me and ran off after your mother died, saying there were 'some things that had to be done.' He was extremely irresponsible to both you and me. Just do as I say!"

Ah, the tone is filled with an air of unyielding resolve.

"Understood!" Adroson replied loudly, his face flushed.

In fact, some were quite eager to try.

......

The carriage arrived at the gates of London.

A guard stopped the carriage.

Leonardo da Vinci poked his head out and asked, "Is there something you need, sir?"

The guard gave a friendly smile: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Adroson?"

Leonardo da Vinci frowned, turned his head to look at Adrosson, and Adrosson nodded.

“Yes, is there a problem?” Adroson asked.

"No, it's just that a gentleman told us that if we encounter a man named Adroson entering the city today, we should tell him that someone is waiting for him in London Square." The guard said this with a smile and then retreated to the door.

As the carriage entered the city, Leonardo da Vinci and Adrosson exchanged a glance.

Leonardo da Vinci excitedly grabbed Adrosson's hand: "Adrosson, your father is here, he's here!"

Luo Song was also very happy, cheering and jumping for joy: "Yes! Yes!"

......

Anno and Ruslan were still sitting by the pool.

Luslan is quite old, but he still follows Anno.

He was somewhat distressed, as the shell he had casually sculpted was already nearing damage over time.

It doesn't matter. Even if it's damaged, the spirit can still follow it, so it doesn't matter.

Anyway, those two guys can't find out...

Huh? Am I feeling really smug right now?

Putting Ruslan aside, Anno, who had been silent all along, finally saw the person he wanted to see at the end of the street.

That rare wine-red hair color, and the friend who is no longer handsome.

His hands trembled as he put the easel aside.

Logically speaking, Anno, who has dissected so many people, should have very steady hands, but at this moment, they were trembling involuntarily.

Anno stood up and slowly took off his hood.

He is 39 years old this year, and he exudes the vicissitudes and the air of time.

His handsome face has faded, leaving behind the marks of time.

However, one can still discern his underlying depth from his expression.

Leonardo da Vinci also noticed who the man standing by the pool was. He paused for a moment, handed what he was holding to Adroson who was standing to the side, and then ran towards Anno.

“My brother, my friend, finally.” Anno’s eyes were filled with tears.

But he noticed that something seemed off about Leonardo da Vinci.

Da Vinci looks like he's roaring.

Anno heard what he was yelling about.

"You—you—bastard—!!!"

Leonardo da Vinci ran very fast; this was definitely the fastest he ever ran in his life.

Anno was still standing there, not having had a chance to dodge.

Leonardo da Vinci had already rushed in front of Anno before Anno reacted.

"Don't......"

Bang! ! !

Like a shooting star, Da Vinci punched Anno in the nose, sending him flying with his furious blow.

Behind Anno was a pool of water. As Anno flew up, his nosebleed traced a graceful arc in the sky, and then...

wow-

It fell into the water.

Da Vinci, panting heavily, excitedly addressed Anno in the pool: "You bastard, you left without saying goodbye, huh? You had to do it, huh? You abandoned your family, huh? I've finally caught you..."

"Plop, plop—ah." Anuo was a little dazed from being hit, and it took a lot of effort to climb out of the pool.

The surrounding pedestrians were talking about it.

Anuo, soaking wet, lay on the ground, still half asleep, when she felt a small embrace hold her.

"Father...Father, I miss you so much..."

Adroson cried as he hugged his disheveled father.

Anno realized who was hugging her, and with some disbelief, she brushed aside her wet bangs and cupped the face of the person in front of her: "You are... Adroson."

"Yes." Adroson nodded, his eyes brimming with tears.

Upon receiving affirmation, Anno immediately hugged her son tightly, unwilling to let him run away.

"Son...my son..." He wasn't heartless; how could he not miss his son?

But Anno really didn't want to bring this kind of life of near-wandering and escape to his son.

Leonardo da Vinci sighed and helped Anora up.

The two former geniuses looked at each other again.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Lawrence!"

"Leonardo!"

Adrosson was embraced by both his godfather and father at the same time.

She smiled sweetly.

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Chapter 222 The Arrival of Manlio.

After parting ways with Leonardo da Vinci, Anno shook off the water from his body and cried out in anguish.

"hiss--"

His nosebleed hadn't stopped.

Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but chuckle: "Serves you right, for leaving without saying goodbye."

Anno took the cloth ball handed to him by Luslan, stuffed it into his nose, and smiled wryly: "Sorry, sorry... but that punch was too hard."

As Anno spoke, he picked up his twelve-year-old son.

"It's so much heavier..." Anuo sighed, feeling a little sad.

Adroson looked at his father and suddenly felt like crying, but when he turned to look at his godfather, he suddenly saw him giving him a thumbs up.

Adrosson realized what was happening and hesitated for a moment, as if asking Leonardo da Vinci: Is this really a good idea?

Leonardo da Vinci nodded excitedly.

Xiao Luosong nodded gently, looked at his weathered father, and then—

Awooo!

He took a bite out of Anno's face.

"Aaaaaah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

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

The father and son's "revenge" on Anno ended, and in a hotel, Anno, who had regained his composure, sat opposite Leonardo da Vinci.