Anno didn't understand Credy's fate, nor did he want to understand it.
He left Verocchio Studio, in fact, just said something and came a little less.
After this incident, Leonardo da Vinci became much silent, but he was more devoted to his artistic study.
A few days later, Anno announced that he would set up his own studio.
Some powerful people and friends that Annuo knew rushed to Annuo's mansion. Annuo also took this opportunity to sell out his works and jewelry he had painted during the journey, and he was bleeding for himself.
A while ago, for the sake of Leonardo da Vinci's affairs, he almost emptied his working capital.
Manrio was arranged by Anno as an apprentice in his studio. He was fourteen years old. Although he was short, it was no longer suitable to send him to an orphanage or church, so Anno chose to keep this poor boy by his side.
Time has entered the winter rain again.
November 1469.
Annuo sat in front of the mirror and was tidying up his hair.
His hair was cut off by Creddy, and after that, he chose to keep his long hair again.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and Manrio was sitting in front of the drawing board on the other side.
Manrio unexpectedly had a considerable talent in painting. Anno became a teacher for the first time and taught this student himself.
Manrio has extremely outstanding talent in space. He smiled and answered Anno's question: "Maybe it's because he was locked in a room for a long time, and he is more sensitive to edges and corners."
After Annuo established his own studio, orders continued and he was a little tired.
Crunch-
The door to Lawrence Studio was pushed open.
"Leonardo, you..." Anno thought it was Leonardo who came to visit him every few days, but he didn't expect that when he looked back, he turned out to be a familiar figure.
A girl stood quietly in place, looking at Lawrence Anno sitting on a chair.
"Hello, Mr. Lawrence." Halle Baharguli Orwis stood at the door with a standard and standard aristocratic smile and bowed slightly to Anno.
Annuo is a very famous and capable person, and is close and respected by many nobles and officials.
Anno stood up and gave a simple gift: "Hello, Miss Harley."
"That's going to bother?"
"Please come in."
"Thank you." Harley shook, shook off the water droplets stained from her clothes, and walked into the studio.
The furnishings of Lawrence Studio and Verocchio Studio are generally similar, but Anno separates a single room here, with a relatively high-end sofa and table in it, used to negotiate orders with customers.
"Manrio, go and have Mr. Luslan bring two cups of tea." Anno said to Manrio.
Luslan is his housekeeper.
"Okay, teacher." Manrio no longer stuttered and learned to write. Apart from his height, he probably couldn't grow up. He is now very sunny.
Anno nodded and walked into the reception room with Harley.
"Miss Hallie has any new orders for this visit?" Anno smiled politely.
Halle shook her head: "This visit is not for orders, Mr. Lawrence."
"Then..." Annuo was a little confused, really didn't know what he had to be needed by these nobles besides orders.
The standard smile on Harley's face suddenly disappeared, with a hint of loneliness and compulsion.
Chapter completed!