"Um?"
Before Lawrence entered his mansion, a young man noticed him.
After observing Lawrence's actions and Lawrence's face, he showed a look of understanding.
Ah. So it turns out I’m not the only one being summoned?
With this thought in mind, he followed Lawrence, and after Lawrence tidied up his room, he patted Lawrence on the shoulder.
"Yo."
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Uhhhh!!!"
Because of Lawrence's scream, the young man with curly hair was also startled.
The two of them just stared at each other in the dark environment.
"You, you are -" Lawrence didn't recognize who this was for a moment, his palms opened and the gems lit up.
"Well, although it's true that we haven't seen each other for a long time, Lawrence, if you really show such a strange expression, I will still be a little sad."
The curly-haired young man curled his lips and shook his head slightly, looking a little regretful.
Lawrence was slightly stunned.
This man himself really has no impression. Wait, these facial features, could it be——
"Mr. Verrocchio!?"
He screamed and looked at this completely strange young man with wide eyes.
"Haha, I knew you would react like this." Verrocchio flipped up his hair, with a smile on his face, looking contented, "After all, I was also a well-known actor when I was young. Handsome guy, just like you."
Verrocchio looked at Lawrence and said, "You look much worse now than when you were young."
There was a little sadness in his eyes.
Lawrence had not yet reacted. He looked up and down at Verrocchio in surprise.
"Mr. Verrocchio, it's really you. But why are you, wait, could it be..."
His pupils shrank, and he had some guesses.
Verrocchio sighed.
"I know you have packed your room to take a rest, but there is no time left for you to rest. Come with me to my studio."
"Ah, I understand." Although Lawrence still didn't understand the current situation, he still nodded and followed Verrocchio to the next door, which was Verrocchio's studio and residence.
The same is true of Verrocchio's studio. The rooms are all very familiar, but they have been messed up, the artworks are missing, and some of the furniture has been damaged.
"Who did it? It's not like there are really robbers here. Where did the teacher and I go in this era?"
Lawrence sat on a scratched sofa in Verrocchio's office and looked at his teacher.
There is no doubt that Verrocchio in front of Lawrence is not a living person, but a servant like Lawrence, so he has the appearance of a young man. Lawrence already knows this.
"We will talk about your whereabouts in this era later, but I in this era..." Verrocchio also sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, looked at his old student, and shrugged, " Already dead."
"——What!?" Lawrence suddenly stood up from the sofa and looked at Verrocchio in disbelief.
"What, how could this happen?"
His eyes widened.
Verrocchio pursed his lips.
"I was summoned independently. After arriving at this singularity, I received this information. As for these things," he glanced at the messy furnishings in his office, sighed, and shook his head slightly, "They are Lorenzo's men. The ban soldiers did it.”
Lawrence suspected that he heard wrongly: "Who?"
"Lorenzo is the one you think of, the one who lives in the palace, Lord Lorenzo de' Medici."
Verrocchio nodded, confirming Lawrence's thoughts.
Lawrence opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
"The scale of this singularity is not large. In terms of scope, it should only be Florence. Several surrounding towns are not included. The reason for the formation of this singularity is also very simple. It is Lorenzo."
"About a month ago, at the end of 1468, he suddenly issued a decree called the [Unshakable Anli Decree]. The content included restrictions on the powerful nobles, the church that controlled the faith, and the Ruling of Artists with a Voice Channel.”
"He has arrested many people, and most of them have been imprisoned. For example, several of your senior brothers are still imprisoned by him. The three most important people in these three fields were imprisoned by him a week ago. A public execution was carried out.”
"Francisco Pazzi, who has always coveted the status of the Medici family."
"Pope Sixtus."
"And the most famous artist in Florence, which is me, Andrea del Verrocchio."
Verrocchio spread his hands, as if the person who was killed was not him.
"Why - why did he do this? What's the reason?" Lawrence forced himself to regain his composure, sat down again, and looked at Verrocchio seriously.
Lorenzo is an excellent monarch, and Lawrence recognizes this. What is happening now is completely different from the original history. Since Lorenzo did these things, there must be a reason.
"If Lorenzo said it himself, the reason is that he is determined to protect Florence. This is his reason." Verrocchio sighed. It was hard for him to imagine that Lorenzo would do such a thing. Come on, "Nobility, religion, art. These things are indeed things that can shake the rule, but you and I both know that at least under his hands, these things did not happen."
"I don't know the rest. In fact, I was summoned independently yesterday."
"Thank you, teacher." Lawrence nodded and looked at the young Verrocchio with a somewhat complicated expression.
Verrocchio looked young and handsome, with curly hair and a graceful demeanor. He was completely different from the middle-aged man in Lawrence's impression who was fat, bald, wearing a small hat all day long, and with fierce eyes.
"You kid, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking." Verrocchio smiled and knocked on the table. The young man looked more energetic. "Why don't you look in the mirror and see how young you are? How big is the gap between you now?"
"But since you are acting at this singularity, it would be better if you use this appearance to act. After all, unlike me who has been hanged, you are still alive in this era."
"And now he's living at Owes's house."
He showed a slightly amused expression.
".about this"
Lawrence tried to explain, but he didn't know the ins and outs of everything, so he could only stand there, a little at a loss.
