"You don't have to explain, Lawrence."
"Because after all, that is you in this era, not you as a servant."
Verrocchio looked at Lawrence with a smile, his tone somewhat mixed with teasing.
Of course Lawrence wouldn't feel shy because of such a level of joking, he was just a little helpless.
The young teacher was really a little out of touch. In his own impression, the teacher was obviously a very strict person.
Servants such as artists will basically only appear in two forms, that is, as a child at the peak of imagination, or as a young person in life, if Lawrence did not choose to twist his spiritual power to look like Harley. , he will probably be summoned in his youthful form, and the same goes for Leonardo da Vinci.
"I understand, teacher"
"After I and two other people were publicly executed, the Lawrence of this era was hidden by Harley. The boy Leonardo was originally hiding in your house, but now he has been taken away by Harley. , hidden in the Orvis House." Verrocchio told the information he had learned about Lawrence in this era.
".I came from Owaisi House." Lawrence scratched his face in embarrassment.
"Huh? How did you come from over there?" Verrocchio blinked blankly.
Lawrence's mouth twitched, but he still told Verrocchio how he came to this singularity.
Information exchange is not shabby.
Lawrence would not doubt Verrocchio. The aura of Verrocchio was completely different from the servant who attacked him during the day.
Then Verrocchio almost laughed.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--------"
Verrocchio laughed so hard that he didn't stop laughing for a long time.
Lawrence looked like he was hesitating to speak.
Verrocchio finally stopped laughing and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Ah, don't mind, Lawrence, it's just that your experience of coming here is indeed a bit... poof——"
Verrocchio did not hesitate and turned his face away.
Lawrence:
"But, weren't you summoned here on your own?" Verrocchio blinked and looked at Lawrence curiously, "What kind of person is your master?"
"In this case, it's better for you, teacher, to observe it yourself after I get her back." Lawrence followed Verrocchio's example and shrugged, "She is a very powerful person."
"Well, is that so? But you said that your spirit transfer was interfered with? And after you came here, you were attacked?"
"Yes." Nodding, Lawrence frowned, "To be honest, I have some guesses about the identity of the guy who attacked me, but I'm not sure yet."
"It must be Credy." Verrocchio had a cold look on his face, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said the name Lawrence guessed.
"Huh? Teacher, what are you doing?" Lawrence was stunned for a moment when he heard the name.
"I said, the reason for the formation of this singularity is ultimately Lorenzo, and if Lorenzo holds the Holy Grail, it is impossible not to summon a Servant. In fact, the arrests of some characters were carried out by Servants. "Yes." Verrocchio snorted coldly, "That bastard is probably completely immersed in the expectation of killing you and Leonardo with his own hands now."
"In a sense, Lorenzo really summoned the wrong person."
Lawrence sighed involuntarily after listening to Lorenzo's words.
Creedy. A name he couldn't forget.
When Lawrence was still imagining that a stable and harmonious life in the studio could last forever, Creedy's actions were like a bolt from the blue, waking Lawrence up from his fantasy.
And Creedy does have the possibility of becoming a heroic spirit, although he is undoubtedly an anti-hero.
Among the people he is familiar with, there are only two who clearly hate and murder him, his fellow senior brother Credy, and Manlio's beastly brother Suwalt.
But there is no possibility of Suwalt becoming a Heroic Spirit, so Credy's possibility is undoubtedly the greatest.
Now it seems that it is indeed
"Lorenzo, are you summoning other servants?"
"Yes, but I don't know his true identity. I only know that that bastard Credi was summoned." Verrocchio shook his head. This was all the information he had.
"What are your next plans?" He looked into Lawrence's eyes and asked.
The information he had at the moment was quite large, but Verrocchio still felt like he was helpless.
Although I don’t know what Creedy’s specific job description is, it won’t be a job like Caster who is not good at fighting, and because of some of Creedy’s deeds.
"I have to find my master first. I'm a little worried about her." Lawrence replied without thinking.
Verrocchio blinked.
"I thought you were going to see Harley first."
"Teacher, what image do I have in your eyes?" Lawrence rolled his eyes and sighed, "I love Harley. This is indeed true, but I know what I should do now. ,and"
He smiled: "The Harley of this singularity, the Lawrence of this singularity, do not belong to me."
"Well, you are surprisingly sensible." Verrocchio was a little surprised.
He knew very well how unforgettable and heavy his student's love for his wife was. It was not surprising that Lawrence was willing to do anything for his lover, but now Lawrence would actually say this talk.
but
"Lawrence who belongs to this singularity? But Lawrence and Harley here are not married yet?" Verrocchio scratched his head.
"Ah." Lawrence opened his mouth, obviously a little confused by the question.
But Verrocchio said so, and there is indeed no problem.
At this unique point, Lawrence and Harley have indeed not yet fallen in love and have not given themselves to each other. What I just said seems to be a bit too possessive.
"I'm sorry, I made a mistake, but all in all, the one Harry with this singularity should fall in love with is not the Lawrence who has walked out of time." Lawrence could only smile awkwardly and correct his words.
"Haha, let's not talk about this anymore. Do you have any clues about your master now?" Verrocchio laughed, skipped the topic, and returned to the business that should be discussed.
"This." Lawrence hesitated.
His existence meant that Ritsuka was fine, but he couldn't feel Ritsuka's whereabouts and couldn't do anything.
"There's nothing you can do about it. Well, that's it. You and I, let's go to a place."
Verrocchio recognized Lawrence's predicament and held up a finger.
