Lawrence sat on the ground, thinking carefully about the current situation.
The place where he just lay was Harley's bedroom, Harley's bed.
The place he took with him was Harley's home, which was the residence of Baron Owes, Baron Amedeo Baharguli Owes.
So, who saved me?
Lawrence had an absurd guess in his mind.
Before she fell into coma, she vaguely heard an equally familiar voice.
So, it was the former self who picked up the comatose self and took it to Harley's house. Wait, things are a little bit wrong up to this point. If my memory is correct, the current time is 1469, ha. Li is probably still at odds with her parents and doesn't live at home anymore.
Is there something wrong with the time coordinate that I transferred to, or is it caused by the peculiarity of this singular point?
Lawrence rubbed his temples, feeling his brain shaking.
No, I know too little now, and Ritsuka doesn’t know where he is.
And one more thing.
She made a mirror out of gems and looked at the face in the mirror.
Harley
She remembered what she had just seen.
Unlike his own, a fake face, a face that was just fabricated based on the memory of longing, that one was undoubtedly real.
That's Harley.
It’s Halli Baharguli Owais.
It's the person I've been missing.
Lawrence bit her lip to wake herself up, she took a deep breath and patted her face.
I think a little too much. In 1469, Halli Bahargul Owes had not yet married Laurence Anno Falgo. In other words, the current Halli was not the wife of "Lawrence" , I should stay rational.
And in this era, more than one person knows Harley. If he continues to face this face, he will undoubtedly bring trouble to Harley.
Lawrence closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.
An unknown face?
Well, that's it.
Lawrence opened her hand and spilled a few pieces of gemstones. The gemstones twisted, changed, and then... covered her body.
Her body emitted some light, and then, when she emerged from the light, she had transformed into another appearance.
"In this case, you don't have to worry about being recognized in this city, or being mistaken for someone else."
The middle-aged man who looked slightly older rubbed his neck and said in a deep voice.
Lawrence looked at himself in the mirror with a slightly complicated look in his eyes.
This appearance is of course unrecognizable.
Because that's what Lawrence himself looks like.
However, it is not the appearance of the handsome artist Lawrence in his youth, but the appearance of Lawrence, who is about forty years old and has been exhausted by busy medical research and paranoia.
He looks completely lost as handsome as he was in his youth. He is a little hunched, unshaven, and even a little bald in the middle of his head. He looks like a stubborn old man.
Ordinary people would never associate the hunched and bald old man with the handsome artist.
"That's good, let's move on"
After destroying the mirror, Lawrence walked out of the alley and onto the street.
He was stunned.
After a moment of silence, Lawrence looked around, found a higher spot, climbed up, and looked down.
"Ah, Florence"
Although the sky was completely dark, Lawrence's Servant's vision still allowed him to see everything in the city clearly.
This is the city where I have lived for half my life, which has given me fame and wealth, as well as family and love.
He couldn't help but burst into tears, and covered his face with his hands to help himself.
I can actually see this city in this era
Ah, that's the Royal Palace of Florence over there. Although Lord Lorenzo said that the two broke up on bad terms because of Simonetta's failed medical visit, after all, they had a relationship between monarch and minister for a period of time. Lawrence also modeled Lorenzo A bronze bust of a young and enterprising monarch he admired.
Over there is the square where I once held art exhibitions, that is the Florence Painters Association, that...
Ah, that
"Verrocchio Studio."
Lawrence shed tears, feeling like he wanted to say something, but he was so choked up that he couldn't.
Webster Studio is where I first started.
To this day, I still miss the time I spent in Webster's studio. I miss my innocent and cute self, Teacher Verrocchio, and Brother Botticelli.
And next to Verrocchio's studio
It is your own home.
Lawrence's lips quivered.
Maybe I should go to other places to collect intelligence now, but...
Looking at that extremely familiar building, Lawrence somehow felt a feeling of "returning to his heart".
He desperately wanted to go back to that place.
Just go back and take a look.
Lawrence knew that he was a little irrational, but that was his home.
He wanted to go back and take a look no matter what, even if it was just to see the furnishings there.
Even if it's just a glance.
Lawrence was untied.
"Father, mother! How could you tie Lawrence up!"
Harley looked at Lawrence's wrists that were swollen from being tied up, and looked at her parents with some complaints.
"Why, do I still want to be kind to this man who my daughter brought home whenever she disagreed?" Amedeo had a stinky face, crossed his chest, and glared at Lawrence.
Lawrence:
"I'm sorry, uncle and aunt, I"
"Who is your uncle?" Amedeo suddenly blew his beard and stared when Lawrence called him, "You should call me Baron Owes!"
Mrs. Dorigina shook her head and patted her husband on the back: "Okay, okay, Amedeo, let this kid go for now."
"Harry, what happened just now?"
She was still a little confused. After the father and daughter went upstairs just now, when they came down, their faces were ashen.
".Um." Harley became scared again, "Mom, can I sleep in the same room as my mother tonight? My room."
Mrs. Dorigina looked confused.
"Lawrence, are you okay?" A boy who looked younger than Lawrence walked up to Lawrence and glanced at Lawrence's wrist with concern.
"I'm fine, it's just, what happened."
Lawrence only felt tired and uncomfortable
This is all a mess.
