In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

"There are also officials in Botticelli's family. I will talk to Botticelli later," Verrocchio added.

"Well, then I'll go to the teacher first." Anno nodded with his wallet.

An Nuo ran out again in a hurry, and didn't sit in the office for a total of 5 minutes.

......

West of Florence, a place where criminals are temporarily held.

Anno just wanted to walk in, but he bumped into an unexpected person head-on.

"Creddy?" Anno was surprised.

Credy showed panic for a second, then quickly adjusted, also surprised: "Lawrence?"

"Credy, what are you doing here?" Anno frowned slightly.

Credy pretended to be calm and quickly thought: "Ah... We are all here to do one thing."

"You..." Anno glanced at Credy dubiously, and finally, he chose to believe Credy's words for the time being, "I understand, Senior Brother."

Then, he ignored Credy and walked into the room by himself.

Credy clenched his fists in both hands, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He was very confused, and in the end, he followed Anuo in.

Anno finds the person in charge of this place.

"Hello, may I ask, is Leonardo da Vinci imprisoned here?"

The person in charge raised his head: "Huh? Another one looking for Leonardo, and wanting..." As soon as he raised his head, he saw Credy, who was standing at the end of the aisle, waving frantically.

The person in charge instantly understood: "Tell me, why are you looking for that guy?"

Anno frowned and stared into the eyes of the person in charge.

He took out a bag from his pocket, leaned down, leaned over to the person in charge, and whispered, "Be nice to Leonardo, my friend."

He pulled one corner of the bag to reveal the Flora inside.

"My name is Lawrence, you... should understand what I mean." Anno's eyes did not look directly at the person in charge, but looked to the side with an irritable look, "No matter who came to you before What did that person say to you..."

===Chapter 180, Credy's Tangle===

Anno now has a guess.

Terrible guess.

So he was in a very bad mood, and anger and irritability appeared abnormally on him.

Therefore, although he did not move his body, the words in his mouth became more and more ruthless.

"My friend, you should know my identity." His voice sounded in the ear of the person in charge, "Do what I asked you to do, otherwise..."

Of course the person in charge knew the name Lawrence.

One of the most famous artists in Florence in recent years, not only has a lot of money, but also has a close relationship with the city owner, Lorenzo.

Therefore, at this time, the person in charge was in a cold sweat, his eyes were a little frightened, and he didn't dare to look at An Nuo beside him.

Anno didn't wait for the person in charge to answer, but just stuffed his wallet into him, then turned and left.

Credy was still waiting for Anno at the door, his back soaked with sweat.

When Anno saw Credy, he instantly put on a smile: "Let's go, Brother Credy."

Although Credy saw Lawrence laughing, he felt like falling into an ice cellar: "Ah, um, Leonardo will definitely be saved, right, Lawrence."

"Yeah, Senior Brother Credy, Leonardo will definitely be saved." Anno smiled gently and quietly.

The two walked out of the place and parted ways.

Anno rushed back to Verrocchio's studio without stopping.

Anno watched all the studios that Suwart had worked with that night, and was still sifting to see if it was a black hand from a competitor.

But it never occurred to me that there were still ghosts in Verrocchio's studio.

But there is not enough evidence yet, Anno will not say it.

Anno's hands clenched tightly, and bags under the eyes reappeared, flickering fiercely.

......

Credy returned to his home.

How to do how to do.

That bastard Lawrence won't find out.

What did they bow their heads and say, did the bastard in charge report me?

Credy held his head, sweat dripping down his nose on the ground.

No problem, no problem.

That fellow Sowart will do it beautifully.

I can't panic, I can't panic.

Credy kept telling himself.

He took a few deep breaths and his eyes returned to calm.

There's no turning back for me now, if that guy at Lawrence ever finds out.

Credy's teeth rattled.

These abominable...genius!

......

"Hello, Mr. Ludovic." Anno returned to Verrocchio's office and saw a middle-aged man with a beard chatting with Verrocchio, so he took the initiative to greet him.

"Hello, Mr. Lawrence." Ludovic and Anno shook hands briefly, "I heard Mr. Verrocchio say, do you want to see me?"

"Yes." Anor pulled over a chair and looked at the middle-aged uncle-like lawyer, "I have some information to share with you about Leonardo's case."

"Let's talk about it." Ludovic is a veteran lawyer, and he is relatively confident in the Da Vinci case, but if there is more information, wouldn't it be better?

Anno shared the information he had obtained with Ludovic.

Ludovic's face darkened.

"One more thing, Mr. Ludovic." Anno shook his finger, "I think we can find a time to meet the younger brother of Suvatel."

"I believe that he should be very clear about his brother's current situation." Anno had a fascinated smile on the corner of his mouth, "According to the information I have learned, this Mr. Manrio is often domestically abused by his brother. ."

===Chapter 180 The Miserable Manrio===

The two people involved in this case, Da Vinci and Suwart, were locked up as the defendant, but it is estimated that they are doing well now, after all, Anno has already deterred the person in charge.

As for Suwart, before the second trial, he was still doing what he was supposed to do. The difference was that he didn't go to the pub to drink, but just drank at home.

"Suvatel is not a diligent model. Long-term drinking makes him handsome, but his figure is out of shape." Anno leaned on the carriage door and analyzed it to Ludovic. "In addition, he is extremely fond of drinking, so he has been on the line of food and clothing for a long time."

"His parents died very early. Leaving him and his brother, who is ten years younger than him, Man Rio, depend on each other."

"According to my investigation, Suwart has been drinking wine of average quality in the tavern, but a week ago, Suwart directly purchased several bottles of high-quality wine, and he never came to the tavern again."

"So, at one point a week ago, Sowart got a lot of money."

Ludovic did not speak, but quietly sorted out the information in his mind to transform it into a weapon that would win Da Vinci's case.

"Now, we have to find Man Leo, the young man who has been abused by his brother for a long time to prove something."

"There is also a bottle of medicine that Suwart used as evidence." Anno sneered, "The cork of the bottle has never been opened, who knows what is inside."

"Then, in this case, what happened is already very clear." Ludovic laughed, "Don't worry, Mr. Lawrence, I understand what to do."

The carriage drove very fast, and it had reached the vicinity of Sowart's house.

The two got out of the car and found Sowart's home.

At this point in time, Sowart would not be at home.

Anno didn't care if there was anyone in the house, and forced the door open.

What came over was the smell of alcohol and sweat that was so strong that it was disgusting.

"Excuse me, Mr. Manlio should live here." Anno endured the feeling of vomiting, and his voice was loud.

A head poked out from behind the door of the back room.

"who are you."

"Hello, are you Mr. Manrio?" Anno went straight into the back room without any unnecessary nonsense.

Appeared in front of him was a thin boy.

Manlio Springer, that's the boy's name.

When Anno walked into the back room, Manrio hid in the corner in fear.

"Please come out, we are not your brother's friends and will not hurt you." Anno understands why Manrio is afraid. According to the investigation of Verrocchio's friends, Suvart abuses almost a few days a week. Man Leo, and sometimes even bring friends he met in the tavern to fight Man Leo.

"I'm Manrio." The little boy curled up in the corner, "You guys, what's the matter?"

Anno walked into Manrio and observed him carefully.

The whole body was almost covered with bruises, bloodstains and scabbed wounds, and there seemed to be some kind of moss on the skin, which was wrinkled and looked at Anno with panic and panic.

"Tsk, this scum..." Anno spat.

Luke Widow writes and draws on paper, recording something.

Anno just wanted to ask Manrio something, and left after asking.

But now it seems...