The two involved in the case this time, Leonardo da Vinci and Suvalter, were locked up as defendants, but they probably lived a good life now. After all, Anno had already deterred the person in charge.
As for Suvalt, he should still do whatever he wants before the second trial. The difference is that he would not go to the tavern to drink, but just drink at home.
"Suvatel is not a diligent model. Long-term drinking has made him look handsome but his figure tend to be distorted." Anno leaned against the carriage door and analyzed to Ludovik. "In addition, he loves drinking very much, so he has been on the line of food and clothing for a long time."
"His parents died very early. He and his younger brother, Manrio, who were ten years younger than him, remained with each other."
"According to my investigation, Suvalt has been drinking average quality wine in the tavern, but a week ago, Suvalt directly bought several bottles of high-quality wine, and has never been to the tavern again."
"So, at some time a week ago, Suvalt got a lot of wealth."
Ludovik didn't say anything, but just quietly sorted out the information in his mind to transform it into a weapon that made Da Vinci win the case.
"Now, we want to find Manrio, a young man who has been abused by his brother for a long time, confirmed something."
"There is also the bottle of medicine that Suvalt used as evidence." Anno sneered, "The bottle stopper has not been opened, who knows what it is inside."
"Then, in this case, the process will be clear." Ludovik laughed, "Don't worry, Mr. Lawrence, I understand what to do."
The carriage was driving very quickly and had arrived near Suvalter's house.
The two got out of the car and found Suvalt's home.
At this point in time, Suvart will not be at home.
Annuo did not manage to have anyone in the house, so he forced the door open.
What came to my face was the strong and nauseating smell of wine and sweat.
"May I ask, Mr. Manrio should live here." Anno endured the feeling of vomiting and his voice was loud.
A head came out from behind the door of the inner room.
"Who are you...?"
"Hello, are you Mr. Manrio?" Anno walked into the inner room without any unnecessary nonsense.
The one who appeared in front of me was a thin boy.
Manrio Springer is the name of this boy.
When Anno walked into the inner room, Manrio hid in the corner in fear.
"Please come out, we are not your brother's friends and will not hurt you." Anno understood why Manrio was afraid. According to Verocchio's friends, Suvalter abused Manrio almost a few days a week, and sometimes even brought his friends he met in the tavern to beat Manrio together.
"I'm Manrio." The little boy curled up in the corner, "You guys, what's wrong?"
Anno walked into Manrio and observed him carefully.
His body was almost covered with bruises, bloodstains and scabbed wounds, and there seemed to be some kind of moss on his skin, wrinkled, and his eyes were staring at Annuo in horror and panic.
"Tsk, this scum..." Annuo spat.
Luke Vido wrote and painted on paper, recording something.
Anno originally wanted to ask Manrio something, but he left after asking.
But now it seems...
I can only say that in this situation, if it weren’t for the stern heart, perhaps no one would ignore it.
Chapter completed!