Anno didn't understand Credy's fate, nor did he want to understand it.
When he left Verrocchio's studio, in fact, he only said a few words and then came less frequently.
After this incident, Leonardo da Vinci became much quieter and became more devoted to art study.
A few days later, Annuo announced that he would set up his own studio.
Some dignitaries and friends that An Nuo knew came to An Nuo's mansion. An Nuo also took this opportunity to sell the paintings and jewelry he had made during the trip to pay for himself.
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A while ago, he almost emptied his working capital because of Leonardo da Vinci's affairs.
Manlio was placed as an apprentice in his studio by Annuo. He was already fourteen years old. Although he was short, it was no longer appropriate to send him to an orphanage or church, so Annuo chose to keep this poor boy with himself.
around.
Time has entered the winter rain again.
November 1469.
Annuo was sitting in front of the mirror, arranging her hair.
His hair was chopped off by Creedy, and after that, he chose to grow his hair long again.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and Manlio was sitting in front of the drawing board on the other side.
Manlio unexpectedly had great talent in painting. Anno became a teacher for the first time and taught this student personally.
Manlio has an extremely good sense of space. He answered Annuo's question with a smile: "Maybe it's because he has been locked in a room for a long time, and he is more sensitive to edges and corners."
After Annuo established his own studio, orders continued to flow in, and he became a little tired.
Crunch——
The door to Lawrence's studio was pushed open.
"Leonardo, you..." Anno thought it was Leonardo da Vinci who came to visit him every now and then. Unexpectedly, when he looked back, he saw a familiar figure.
A girl stood quietly, looking at Lawrence Annaud who was sitting on the chair.
"Hello, Mr. Lawrence." Halli Bahargul Owes stood at the door with a standard aristocratic smile and bowed slightly to Annuo.
Annuo was a very famous and capable man, and was closely respected by many nobles and officials.
An Nuo stood up and simply replied: "Hello, Miss Harley."
"Then you're bothering me?"
"Please come in."
"Thank you." Harley shook her head, shook off the water droplets on her clothes, and walked into the studio.
The furnishings of Lawrence's studio and Verrocchio's studio are generally similar, but Anno has separated a separate single room here, which contains relatively high-end sofas and tables for negotiating orders with customers.
"Manlio, go ask Mr. Luslan to bring two cups of tea." Annuo said to Manlio.
Lu Silan is his butler.
"Okay, teacher." Manlio no longer stuttered when he spoke, and he also learned to write. Except for the fact that he may not be able to grow taller, he is now very sunny.
Annuo nodded and led Harry into the reception room.
"Miss Harley, do you have any new orders for this visit?" Anno said with a polite smile.
Harry shook his head: "This visit is not about the order, Mr. Lawrence."
"Then...?" Annuo was a little confused. He really didn't know what else he needed from this group of nobles besides orders.
The standard smile on Harley's face suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a hint of loneliness and reluctance.
"I would like to talk to Mr. Lawrence about whether you can become the designer of my tailor shop."