Da Vinci wiped the cold sweat from his face, leaned against the wall a little exhausted, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it was a novel experience to draw on the wall with a mop, and he enjoyed the moment of painting, when the ban soldiers rushed over, he still felt as if his heartbeat had stopped.
.
Lawrence's situation was not much better than that of Leonardo da Vinci. His face was pale, he slowly slid down against the wall, sat on the ground, swallowed several times, and seemed to be still calming down.
I have encountered too many things recently, and I really need to calm down...
"Just now, what was that... that you used?" Not only Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci, but Verrocchio was also a little surprised. He came over and looked at Romani in surprise. His
There were also killed ban soldiers lying beside him.
"That...I learned it from my son." Romani explained calmly.
"Your son...Adroson? He can do this?" Verrocchio's eyes widened in surprise.
"Well, I didn't study magic, but he did."
Everything they said didn't matter even if Lawrence knew it before he was alive, so they just talked about it safely.
As expected, Lawrence didn't react at all and was still taking a deep breath to adjust himself.
Fujimaru Ritsuka stood nearby and almost laughed out loud.
Romani and Verrocchio stood side by side, looking at the portraits on the wall.
I haven't finished the painting yet, but I can already see the charm.
"The two brats painted quite similar." Verrocchio snorted.
"Teacher..." Da Vinci was still a little disbelieving, looking up at the young teacher.
"What on earth are you..." Standing up with his hands on his knees, Lawrence looked at Verrocchio and then at the man named Romani, full of doubts.
This kind of ability... doesn't seem quite right no matter how you think about it.
There are rotating gem blades, and the teacher's paintings on the canvas can be turned into real attacks, and you can also use the statue of David to hit people...
"Fargo, have you ever heard of something like a 'heroic spirit'? Or this concept." After rubbing Lawrence's head and feeling the familiar touch, Verrocchio glanced at Romani and smiled.
I asked a question.
He was asking about the "Fargo" who was alive.
"Heroic Spirit...Teacher, are you talking about the one from Odin in Northern Europe?" Lawrence searched in his memory and found a vague concept related to it.
"Ah, it's not that, but another, more grandiose concept of 'heroic spirits'." Verrocchio shook one of his fingers and said with his arms crossed.
"Mythical heroes, legendary warriors, great men who have made contributions to mankind, and even some villains who have left their names behind are, in the final analysis, characters who have left their names in the history of mankind."
Become a 'heroic spirit', and when human history and human nature itself are in crisis, these figures are needed to eliminate and correct mistakes." Romani took Verrocchio's words and stood on the other side.
In the shade, a voice said coldly, "This is what we look like in front of you now."
"And this is my master..."
"Ah, it's mine too. Let's make a contract, beautiful lady." Verrocchio interrupted Romani and saluted Fujimaru Ritsuka with a smile.
"As far as Chaldea is concerned, the spiritual portrait of Mr. Verrocchio has been landed." Matthew's voice also sounded, "Senior, you should leave that place now. There was a battle just now.
Maybe other ban soldiers will come to investigate."
"Well, let's... But where should we go now?" Fujimaru Ritsuka found that he seemed to have no goal now.
Lawrence also hesitated.
She was originally taken in by Harley, and in order for her parents to agree to temporarily take her in, Harley even made a promise that she would never run away from home again. Even so, Lawrence and Da Vinci also lived in
The room where the servants lived.
If I take other people there now...
"In short, let's look for spiritual veins first and try to summon a servant..."
"Senior! Stop planning now. Something - is coming! It's the reaction of the servant! It's very fast!" Mashu's voice suddenly sounded, with urgency.
Romani and Verrocchio immediately became alert.
"Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Leonardo, you guys - go into the house first, and leave the outside matters to us first." Fujimaru Ritsuka took off the simple divine seal that had just been put back on his waist, with a look in his eyes.
Seriously, "Ma Xiu, from what direction does the spiritual reaction approach?"
"Senior's twelve o'clock direction, directly ahead, is almost here, Mr. Romani!"
Romani did not hesitate. With a wave of his hands, a magic gem mirror appeared in front of several people and became a shield to resist attacks.
Click——
Less than two seconds after the shield appeared, Lawrence felt an impact. He looked closely and saw that it was a dagger inserted into the shield. It had already penetrated the magic mirror shield, but because there was a hilt at the back,
Not fully penetrated.
A drop of cold sweat appeared on Lawrence's face.
This attack method, this spiritual reaction...
"The other party is not disguised. He is confirmed to be a hostile servant, and his job description is...Berserker!" Mashu reported the information, extremely nervous.
"...Matthew, needless to say, his real name...this villain's real name...I know." Lawrence wiped the cold sweat from his face and said to Matthew
One sentence.
He and Verrocchio stood in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, protecting Fujimaru Ritsuka. At the same time, they said that the man who was pretending to walk in from the door of Lawrence Mansion said "Excuse me" when he came in.
Young man in pose.
"Credy..."
"Lorenzo di Credi!"
Yes, Credi's name is also Lorenzo, but the name he more often appears in front of people is Credi.
"Ah, what an unexpected surprise? I was just here to kill someone who should have been killed a long time ago, but I didn't expect that I would meet another person? Teacher, how long has it been since we last met?
Woolen cloth?"
With a somewhat crazy smile on his face, the young man stood opposite Lawrence and Verrocchio, extremely surprised.
"——He is!? Wasn't he hanged!?" Da Vinci, who was hiding in the room, opened his eyes wide and looked at Credy standing there in disbelief, filled with fear.
He naturally recognized that he was the culprit who framed him in prison, but——