Lunch was very slow.
Fedino and Verocchio, who were in their fifties, were eating and talking about sugar procurement issues.
Verocchio basically comes to Falgo Town once a month to purchase about five Florida sugar.
Florida is a coin made of gold mixed with it, and its purchasing power is very high.
However, sugar is very scarce in this era and is a rare product, so there is not much sucrose that can be purchased in the five Florida.
During the conversation, Verocchio looked at Anno more than once.
But Anno did not notice Verocchio's attention at all. He just quietly supported his chin with one hand and looked at the things outside the window after eating his own portion.
He looked haggard and listless.
But maybe it was Verocchio's keen detection power.
He suddenly put down his knife and fork and said to Fedino: "Brother, can I leave the dining table for the time being? I want to go to my carriage to get something."
"Ah, please." Fedino followed suit.
Verocchio ran out quickly, and in the surprised gaze of his servant who was gnawing on the cake, he got into the carriage and found a pencil and a piece of paper.
Then he ran to the coachman's seat and pulled the seat off.
Then, he calmly returned to Fedino's house, pulled a stool, and looked for the angle.
Fedino looked at Verocchio's actions and immediately understood what he was thinking.
"Mr. Lawrence, can you please keep this position?" Verocchio happily poked his head out from behind the wooden board and asked Anno.
"Oh?" Annuo was a little stunned. What happened suddenly?
Verocchio smiled healthy: "I hope you can be my model."
He then added: "I will pay afterwards."
Verocchio now has no idea, just wants to put the loneliness of the moment I just saw into his own picture frame.
Verocchio is an artist. As the founder and owner of the famous Verocchio studio in Florence, he has a close relationship with the king and the church and is a top artist.
But at this moment, the artist's index finger excitedly clasped the cushion that was used as a drawing board, looking at the lonely soul by the window.
Annuo also reacted.
He smiled indifferently: "It's okay, Mr. Verocchio."
Verocchio rubbed his hands, squinted one eye, and looked at Anno.
Then, the pencil swung rapidly on the paper.
Annuo didn't care about the artist who started painting, but just restored his posture and simply looked out the window.
When Verocchio wanted to start painting, the Fedinos hid aside.
Fedino pressed against his wife's shoulder "Anna, how do you think of Lawrence's child."
Anna's fat face always had a smile and kindness: "A very good young man, he is willing to help with work, he is very diligent. It's just a little too quiet."
"Do you think he looks like..."
"..." Anna was a little silent.
Annuo was indeed similar to her son's eyebrows. Otherwise, she would not have rescued Annuo so readily and placed it in her own home.
"Give up those thoughts, Fedino." Anna's tone was a little sad, "rather than trapping him in this small town, let him go out for a walk."
Anna patted her apron and looked at Anno by the window.
"What if he loses his past, what if he traps his future?"
Fedino pondered.
Chapter completed!