Lawrence's hands holding the canvas were trembling, and he looked at Lorenzo angrily.
Lorenzo's sword, which had been raised, dropped.
He looked at the brand new painting and felt a little lost.
Impaled, killed, what a ridiculous way to die.
How could I be--
Poof——
He was impaled.
He was stunned, lowered his head, and looked at his chest.
There, the tip of the sword had already thrust out, completely penetrating his body.
"I kept my promise, brother."
Giuliano stood behind Lorenzo and said sadly but firmly.
Lorenzo staggered forward and fell two steps, but did not fall.
He looked back at Giuliano who put the sword into his chest, touched the blood on his chest, and suddenly smiled.
He turned back and looked in the direction of Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci.
"Are you selling this painting?"
He walked up to the two of them with difficulty, and the blood he shed formed a bloody path on the ground, but he only asked the question to the two of them.
"I bought it."
Chapter completed!