Lawrence, whose pseudonym was Romani, almost fell against the wall, with an obvious scar on his chest that was difficult to heal.
"Lo, Mr. Romani? Are you okay?" Da Vinci, who had just been put down from his armpit by Verrocchio, looked at Romani's shocking scars and asked cautiously.
Lawrence also squatted next to him, looking at the wound on Romani's chest with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
Romani just shook his head, raised one of his hands, and with difficulty used his magic power to condense a spherical white gem, and pressed it on his chest.
The gemstone shattered and turned into dust, which spread over the wound, but it was still difficult to heal.
That scumbag Creedy. This should be the effect of his Noble Phantasm.
Looking at the blood on his hands, Romani thought this.
"It looks like it needs some physical bandaging." Verrocchio wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He just ran over holding Lawrence and Da Vinci in each hand. Although judging from the physical fitness of the servant, it should be easy to run over holding two people, but
Although it is a bit hard to express, the pressure that Creedy put on him was indeed great.
"Judging from the data detected by Credy from Chaldea, the servant named Credy is not very strong." Mashu sighed, and his voice rang through the communication, "Although Everyone is indeed fighting hard, but the nature of the Servants is not suitable for Servants to fight."
What Matthew said is true.
"Matthew, record this." Romani temporarily put down his hand and said weakly to Matthew, "That bastard Creedy's Noble Phantasm may have some special effects."
"Ah? Ah, in short, I understand." Matthew didn't understand for a while, and then he felt his shoulder was tapped. He turned around and saw that it was Leonardo da Vinci who patted his shoulder, and winked at himself playfully. Eyes, he reacted and responded to Lawrence.
"By the way, the biggest question now is where should we go?" Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed one of Lawrence's hands and looked up at the other people helplessly.
They were able to escape, in the final analysis, because of the weakening effect caused by Romani's Noble Phantasm, and he had received some reinforcements, so he was able to escape. He still ran a long distance, and the location where they were now was already on the outskirts of Florence.
Moreover, maybe Creedy will chase him at any time.
"At least we can't stay here anymore." Romani stood up holding on to the wall, looking at the pool of blood on the ground where he just sat, and sighed weakly.
".Go to Owes's house."
Lawrence clenched his hand and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"well?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at him blankly.
The other few people were shocked.
"Is there any problem? That Baron Owes doesn't like you very much. Now you have to bring people to his house, even though they are injured." Verrocchio looked at his young student with some worry.
"I will leave." Lawrence looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka seriously, "At least until Mr. Romani is saved."
Romani was startled when he heard what Lawrence said, then broke away from Fujimaru Ritsuka's support and walked to Lawrence.
"Ah, Luo, Mr. Romani" Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously called.
Romani waved his hand to indicate that Fujimaru Ritsuka was okay, and then looked at Lawrence.
He could see a hint of toughness in Lawrence's eyes, and
Romani smiled, raised his hand and pressed it on Lawrence's head.
"Kid, take care of yourself, I don't need you to worry."
"The people you worry about usually don't end well."
Lawrence felt baffled, but said nothing.
After all, the other party didn't refuse, right?
"No." Baron Owes's face almost completely darkened.
"Mr. Baron." Lawrence still refused to give up and wanted to persuade Baron Owes again.
Romani stood behind and watched without any resentment.
He felt that he knew his father-in-law quite well. According to his father-in-law's behavior, after the rejection, he should be——
"Stop talking, I won't let Mr. Aqiman move in. It's not because I want to die without saving him, but because I really can't live in my home anymore." Baron Owes shook his head helplessly, and then from his own He took out a key from his pocket and put it in Lawrence's hand.
"This is it." Lawrence looked at Baron Owes in surprise.
"The Owes family has more than just this house as an asset. Silly boy, Florence is saying that you are a smart man, why are you so stupid about such common sense." As Owes said, he opened the door, "But Before you leave, let Mr. Aqiman come in and bandage it. I won’t ask what happened to such a wound. It’s important to save your life.”
The expression on Lawrence's face changed several times.
From dullness, with disbelief, to ecstasy.
He bowed deeply to Baron Owes.
"Thank you! Dear Baron Owes!"
He thanked the baron sincerely.
Baron Owes just waved with a speechless expression, motioning for them to come in quickly.
"What a terrible wound."
The person who bandaged Romani was a male servant of the Owes family. Everyone else was standing outside the room. Harley's hands were shaking slightly and she said to Lawrence.
"What on earth did you experience outside?"
She looked at Lawrence worriedly.
Lawrence wanted to say something first, then shook his head, very hard.
"Sorry, Harley, I can't involve you. You saved me, and I can no longer repay the kindness you gave me."
Harley's expression was a little helpless.
"Lawrence, I didn't save you because I wanted you to repay my kindness. It's just that I didn't want to see my friend in trouble."
"I won't ask you any more questions about what happened, but you have to tell me what you are doing."
She looked into Lawrence's eyes firmly and seriously.
Lawrence pursed his lips.
He knew that if he didn't give Harley a satisfactory answer, Harley wouldn't let him go easily.
"It's just resistance."
"Lorenzo has become a nightmare for this city, and his terror will be the deepest shackles of this city."
“Art is innocent, I’m going to prove it, we’re all going to prove it.”
Verrocchio and Leonardo da Vinci, who were standing next to him, nodded together, looking very much in agreement.
But Lawrence's eyes were not focused on them at all, he was looking at the room.
It was the door of the room where the man named Romani was bandaging.
There was thinking in his eyes, serious thinking.
(End of chapter)
