"It seems that you firmly believe that the path you are walking on is the right one, my Master."
Amadeus, who was wearing a mask and still had that weird-looking smile on his lips, followed Lorenzo.
As Lorenzo's servant, he must be present at the scene where Lorenzo digs traps, and he must also be responsible for defense, or in other words, be ready to fight at any time.
Fight those "prey" who are about to step into the trap.
"Caster, I know what you want to say."
Lorenzo didn't look back, his voice was calm, so calm that it felt like falling into an ice cellar.
"But as my servant, what you should do is not question me."
"But now that you have asked a question, as a lord, I should naturally have the courage to respond."
"Art may be innocent. Even if my father slanders me in every possible way, I still recognize this."
As he spoke, the movements of his feet did not pause at all.
"Oh?" Amadeus was a little surprised.
Lorenzo's attitude of killing everything does not seem like someone who recognizes the "innocence of art".
"Are you surprised?"
Lorenzo looked back at Amadeus.
"It's not that surprising, because you are the 'Great Lorenzo'." Amadeus regained his calm smile and bowed slightly.
"That title does not belong to me now, but it will definitely belong to me." Lorenzo turned his head back with a noncommittal expression.
"...You are really confident." Amadeus shook his head without expressing his specific attitude.
Credy, who was walking beside Amadeus, raised his head and glanced at Amadeus, with a look of disgust in his eyes.
Genius, genius...
snort......
Creedy is in a very bad mood now.
Although he was very happy that the annoying guy from The Phantom of the Opera was dead, he spent the whole day squatting outside Lawrence's house yesterday.
Throughout the whole day, let alone Lawrence or Verrocchio, not even a hair was seen. Instead, it was his "competitor" who met Lawrence.
Although he was beaten to death.
That's so damn good.
And this one next to me...
There was madness in his eyes, and he didn't even try to hide his crazy desires in the slightest.
But in the final analysis, no one cares what he thinks.
"I like art very much. Actually, caster, I really like art."
"But it is precisely because I understand art and like art that I know how intimidating this kind of thing is."
Lorenzo clenched his fists.
"This is a message that circulates in the blood of mankind. It is a tool responsible for the continuation of civilization. It is undoubtedly an indispensable part of mankind, but now... it is not the time to consider inheritance, but to consider
Now."
Lorenzo looked forward, but there was no light reflected in his eyes.
"The evil that prevents humans from reaching the New World has come to my domain. I must protect Florence. My city should not be polluted."
"And to face foreign enemies, the only thing I need to deal with is the things around me that will shake me."
"I see, the evil that prevents humans from reaching the new world...?" Amadeus seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly smiled happily, "Haha, hahahaha——"
"It's really interesting. Is it actually the so-called evil?"
Amadeus laughed loudly and shrilly, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Caster, you are too noisy."
Lorenzo gave Amadeus a cold look.
"It's nothing, Master, my Master, I'm just - too happy, that's all."
Amadeus wiped the tears from his eyes.
He knew without even thinking where Lorenzo's idea came from.
Great Lorenzo, you are so confident and proud, but you don't know that you were blindfolded at the very beginning, so all you saw was darkness.
Evil cannot be defined arbitrarily. What is the difference between your current behavior and the evil in your mouth?
After all, after all——
They are just chess pieces being manipulated in the hands.
Ah, by the way, if that's the case...
"Master, can I ask you one last question? I promise that after I ask this question, I will never ask any other questions."
He stopped laughing, and there was playfulness in his eyes that Lorenzo couldn't see under the mask.
Lorenzo stopped and turned around slowly, his eyes sharp.
"The question you asked had better be of some value."
"Of course." Amadeus bowed slightly and said with full demeanor, "I just want to ask if your father, Mr. Piero... will also become a pollution?"
Lorenzo heard this obviously offensive and provocative question, but he did not show his anger, but... was interested?
Even the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"he......"
"It has long been polluted."
After saying this, Lorenzo ignored Amadeus and turned away, heading towards the execution platform.
Amadeus received a satisfactory answer and followed Lorenzo with a slightly weird smile.
Below the gallows, three members of Webster's Studio have been escorted over.
The three of them were in tatters, and they did not look like elegant and noble artists at all. They looked like ordinary people.
Their mental state is very poor, their eyes are confused and desperate, and they can't even speak. I don't know whether it is because of lack of physical strength or... other reasons.
Lorenzo walked up to Botticelli, looked down at the artist who had chatted and laughed with him at the noble banquet, shook his head slightly, and looked at the ban soldiers beside him.
"Prepare... to be executed."
His hand was always on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
That sword can be unsheathed, no doubt about it.
Without any resistance, the three artists were held up by the arms by the tall ban soldiers and tied to the gallows. The two servants and Lorenzo stood aside and watched.
As for Piero, no one knew where the hunched old man was or whether he was watching all this.
A large number of people have gathered in the square, some want to watch the excitement, but most of them were driven out of their homes by the ban soldiers and came here. Otherwise, few people would be willing to leave their homes in Florence at this time.
Lorenzo raised a hand and waved it down violently.
He knew that the person he wanted to kill was among this group of people.
"Execution!"
"Miss Simon!"
Sure enough, before he finished his order, a louder voice drowned out his voice.