Lawrence, whose pseudonym was Romani, almost fell against the wall, with an obvious scar on his chest that was difficult to heal.
"Lo, Mr. Romani? Are you okay?" Da Vinci, who had just been put down from his armpit by Verrocchio, looked at Romani's shocking scars and asked cautiously.
Lawrence was also squatting next to him, looking at the wound on Romani's chest with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
Romani just shook his head, raised one of his hands, used magic power to condense a spherical white gem, and pressed it on his chest.
The gemstone shattered and turned into dust, which spread over the wound, but it was still difficult to heal.
That scumbag Creedy... This should be the effect of his Noble Phantasm.
Looking at the blood on his hands, Romani thought this.
"It looks like it needs some physical bandaging." Verrocchio wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He just ran over with Lawrence and Da Vinci in each hand. Although judging from the physical fitness of the servant, it should be easy to run over with two people in his arms, but...
Although it is a bit hard to express, the pressure that Creedy put on him was indeed great.
"Creddy... Judging from the data detected by Chaldea, the servant named Creedy is not very strong." Mashu sighed, his voice communicating.
A voice sounded out, "Although everyone is indeed fighting hard, the nature of the followers is not suitable for followers to fight."
What Matthew said is true.
"Matthew, record it." Romani temporarily put down his hand and said weakly to Matthew, "That bastard Creedy's Noble Phantasm may have some special effects."
"Ah? Ah... In short, I understand." Matthew didn't understand for a while, and then he felt his shoulder being tapped. He turned around and saw that it was Leonardo da Vinci who patted his shoulder, which was very playful.
He blinked to himself before reacting and responded to Lawrence.
"By the way, the biggest question now is where should we go?" Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed one of Lawrence's hands and looked up at the other people helplessly.
They were able to escape, in the final analysis, because of the weakening effect caused by Romani's Noble Phantasm, and he received some reinforcements, so he was able to escape. He still ran a long distance, and the location where they are now is already on the outskirts of Florence.
Moreover, maybe Creedy will chase him at any time.
"At least we can't stay here anymore." Romani stood up holding on to the wall, looking at the pool of blood on the ground where he had just been sitting, and sighed weakly.
"...Let's go to Owes's house."
Lawrence clenched his hands and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"well?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at him blankly.
The other few people were shocked.
"...No problem? That Baron Owes doesn't like you very much. Now you have to take people to his house again, even though they are wounded..." Verrocchio was a little confused.
He looked at his young student worriedly.
"I will leave." Lawrence looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka seriously, "At least... until Mr. Romani is saved."
Romani was startled when he heard what Lawrence said, then broke away from Fujimaru Ritsuka's support and walked to Lawrence.
"Ah, Luo, Mr. Romani..." Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously called out.
Romani waved his hand to indicate that Fujimaru Ritsuka was okay, and then looked at each other with Lawrence.
He could see...a hint of toughness in Lawrence's eyes, and...
Romani smiled, raised his hand and pressed it on Lawrence's head.
"Boy, take care of yourself, I don't need you to worry."
"Generally speaking, the people you worry about don't end well."
Lawrence felt baffled, but said nothing.
After all, the other party didn't refuse, right?
...
"No." Baron Owes's face almost completely darkened.
"Mr. Baron..." Lawrence still refused to give up and wanted to persuade Baron Owes again.
Romani stood behind and watched without any resentment.
He felt that he knew his father-in-law quite well. According to his father-in-law's behavior, after the rejection, he should be——
"Stop talking, I won't let Mr. Aqiman move in. It's not because I want to die without saving him, but because my home... is really uninhabitable." Baron Owes shook his head helplessly.
He shook his head, then took out a key from his pocket and put it in Lawrence's hand.
"This is..." Lawrence looked at Baron Owes in surprise.
"The Owes family has more than just this house as an asset. Stupid boy, Florence is saying that you are a smart person, why are you so stupid about such common sense." Owes said as he opened the door, "But
Before you leave, let Mr. Aqiman come in and bandage it. For such a wound... I won't ask what happened. It's important to save your life."
The expression on Lawrence's face changed several times.
From dullness, with disbelief, to ecstasy.
He bowed deeply to Baron Owes.
"Thank you! Dear Baron Owes!"
He thanked the baron sincerely.
Baron Owes just waved with a speechless expression, motioning for them to come in quickly.
...
"What a terrible wound..."
The person who bandaged Romani was a male servant of the Owes family. Everyone else was standing outside the room. Harley's hands were trembling slightly and she said to Lawrence.
"What on earth did you experience outside?"
She looked at Lawrence worriedly.
Lawrence wanted to say something first, then shook his head, very forcefully.
"Sorry, Harley, I can't involve you. You saved me, and I can no longer repay the kindness you gave me."
Harley's expression was a little helpless.
"Lawrence, I didn't save you because I wanted you to repay my kindness. It's just that I didn't want to see my friend in trouble."
"I won't ask you what happened, but you have to tell me what you are doing."
She looked at Lawrence with firm and serious eyes.
Lawrence pursed his lips.
He knew that if he didn't give Harley a satisfactory answer, Harley wouldn't let him go easily.
"It's just resistance."
"Lorenzo has become this city's nightmare, and his terror will be the deepest shackles of this city."
"Art is innocent, I want to prove it, we...all have to prove it."
Verrocchio and Leonardo da Vinci, who were standing next to him, nodded together, looking very much in agreement.
But Lawrence's eyes were not on them at all, he was looking at... the room.
It was the door of the room where the man named Romani was bandaging.
There was thinking in his eyes, serious...thinking.