"Lawrence, you look a little strange? You can't be injured, right?"
In the evening, a group of people, including Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci, arrived at another property of the Owes family.
Compared with the Owais House, which has a clear goal, this place is indeed safer. As long as it is well hidden, no one will find it.
temporary.
"No, I wasn't involved in that battlefield, how could I be injured?" Lawrence looked at Da Vinci as if he were a fool.
"Well... I shouldn't have any illusions. So what did you find?" Da Vinci touched his chin and looked at Lawrence suspiciously.
"It's just a guess... I'll tell you after I confirm it. You look very tired. Instead of caring about me, it's better to go to bed early."
The Owes' house has several rooms, enough to sleep several people.
Lawrence stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out thinking about going upstairs.
"where did you go?"
"Get some air."
...
Arriving on the rooftop, Lawrence saw the shadow he wanted to see.
He stood there with his hands in his trousers, looking into the distance, looking at Florence.
"This city, no matter what, is so charming - I once thought so. As my hometown and the most beautiful place in my memory, I always thought it would be like the one in my memory.
The same, always the same.”
"Until I came to this singularity."
"Is that so? What does Florence look like now in your eyes?"
Lawrence walked to his side and looked at the city with him.
He may not know as much as the person next to him, but... it's normal to have special feelings for his hometown.
"...a very depressing city."
"Romani" said.
"I have not always stayed in Florence. In fact, I only stayed in Florence for more than ten years in the first half of my life. After that, I lived like a wanderer." He shrugged and said.
The night breeze gently blew his eyelashes, making his eyes not as calm as they seemed.
"Mr. Lawrence Anno Falgo, at least in front of me, you don't have to use this old appearance... I don't want to admit that I will become like this in the future." Lawrence said helplessly.
Although this is a very graceful image, when he looks at himself who has become the so-called "heroic spirit" and uses this appearance, with the little hair on his head continuing to be blown by the wind, he still feels...
....a bitter feeling.
Servant Lawrence shook his head, opened his hand, created several pieces of gems, and covered his body. Within two seconds, he changed from the image of a somewhat decadent middle-aged man to almost exactly the same as Lawrence in life.
face.
The same handsome man, the same long, silky black hair, but he looked more mature, and also looked...with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.
Lawrence is an artist. This is something that all children know. He discovered the strangeness of this so-called self after death. He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but he still didn't come out.
"...I'm sorry, although you are indeed Lawrence Anno Fargo, but I will not regard you as me." Looking at the heroic spirit himself, Lawrence was silent for a long time before speaking.
Such a sentence.
"I know, your mentality is quite good. It prevents me from feeling like beating up the old Lawrence when I see him." Servant Lawrence couldn't help laughing when he heard what his younger self said.
He knew that his concealment work was not done well from the beginning. During the day, the battle with Creedy completely exposed his identity.
Putting aside that idiot Leonardo, there was no reason for his younger self not to be aware of all this, so Lawrence simply stopped pretending and took the initiative to reveal his identity.
"My future...ah no, are you married?"
Lawrence in life looked at the ring finger of Lawrence's left hand with some surprise.
"What's wrong, are you surprised? If I remember correctly, at this time, you seemed to have thought that you would be single for the rest of your life."
Servant Lawrence looked at his former self with a proud look as if he had won, and even shook the ring on his hand.
"I love my wife very much, and my wife loves me very much."
During his lifetime, Lawrence's facial features immediately gathered together urgently.
"Why are you showing off to me? Are you trying to convince me to pursue someone?" He looked at his older self speechlessly.
"Boy, your life belongs to you. You don't need anyone's guidance or advice, even if the person who gives the advice is me, and even if I do give you advice, you probably won't approve it.
Well, maybe because of a psychology called 'rebellion', I will do things in the direction that is contrary to my opinion."
Lawrence disagreed with Lawrence's words and seemed to want to say something.
"You will do this. Even if you don't want to, your subconscious mind will let you do it." Servant Lawrence interrupted his former self.
"...What is the subconscious?" Lawrence looked confused when he was alive.
"Huh? It seems that this concept has not yet been born in this era...?"
...
The atmosphere fell into an extremely strange silence.
"...I know for the first time that I am not a talkative person."
"...It's just because it's too weird to talk to myself."
"In short, that idiot Leonardo probably doesn't know about me for the time being. If you can, continue to help me hide it." Lawrence summoned a few gems again, changed back to his old age and assumed the pseudonym "Romani"
He turned around and walked towards the door, "This city needs to be saved, Lawrence."
"Art is guiltless."
"That's what I have insisted on for decades, and everything that happened centuries later has made me more determined in this idea."
"Beauty is indispensable to human beings."
"I understand." Lawrence replied "Romani" and nodded seriously.
"...You can ask me anything, but I may not be able to answer."
"Then, I'm going to rest first."
After saying that, Romani left.
Lawrence was left standing alone in the night breeze, looking back at the dull Florence, sighing, shaking his head slightly, and turned around and walked back to the house.
Pretty.......
...
Royal Palace of Florence.
Wow——
A trace of blood flashed next to Lorenzo, who was sleeping soundly.
Under the reflection of the moonlight, the bloody dagger looked particularly ferocious.
"So......"
"Goodbye, Lorenzo."
call out--
Snapped!
The falling dagger was intercepted by someone.
"This beautiful lady, can you please stop for a moment?"