Leonardo had just entered the door and saw the black-haired man still sitting on a wooden bench by the window, in a daze. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Boy! Not even the posture has changed.

When Leonardo left the house in the morning, Kabbalah stared out the window with his chin propped up, and until now he is still watching the passing crowd out the window.

Is it so nice out there?

Kabbalah is Leonardo's name for the black-haired man, and he is Chen Zhe, who was carried out of the mass grave by the painter half a month ago.

After being forcibly teleported to a certain place on the string road by Simon, looking at the only staircase that spread into the depths of darkness, Chen Zhe had no choice but to continue walking.

I thought that I would come to the end of the string road in a few moments, but I didn't know that this long staircase would not be able to see the end at all.

I don't know how long it was, even the black combat uniform on his body turned into a cloud of falling yellow sand, and the road still didn't come to the end.

The so-called string path is the embodiment of time, and since Chen Zhe stepped on the string path, his time has been frozen for a certain moment.

Walking on the string road with his footsteps, in the dead darkness, except for the glimmering road surface, Chen Zhe could only hear the sound of breathing, heart, and footsteps.

Obviously, he has been gone for so long, but Chen Zhe does not have any sense of hunger and thirst, nor does he feel the slightest tiredness, but the soul in his heart reveals a vicissitudes that cannot be concealed.

For the first time, Chen Zhe felt that being alive was also an invisible torment, and loneliness and hesitation had always lingered in his mind. After the combat uniform turned into dust, the only ring device that could accompany him to relieve his boredom also malfunctioned inexplicably, and he fell into rest.

Although time did not pass on the strings, Chen Zhe felt that some memory in his mind had been forgotten every time he walked a long distance towards the steps.

Until the end he forgot everything, even his name, and if it weren't for some kind of voice in his subconscious that kept him going down this step, maybe he would have given up a long time ago.

Finally, a white light began to shine not far in front of the string road, and a holy door of light appeared there, and a trace of waves appeared in his lifeless eyes.

……

I seem to have forgotten something? And this era doesn't seem to belong to me, and why am I here?

Chen Zhe needs to think about the above questions, so after he has eaten two meals a day, he always holds his chin and looks out the window to think about life.

Fortunately, Leonardo's salary is good at present, and he can barely afford to support such an idler, plus his personality is very good, otherwise Chen Zhe, a guy who knows how to eat idle meals every day, would have been bought as a slave!

"Kabbalah, please help me prepare the tools and materials for painting, and can you accompany me to the Medici Duke's palace to meet the Duke of Lorenzo in the afternoon?"

The reason why Leonardo gave Chen Zhe such a name is because of the painting that resembles an inverted tree that appeared behind Chen Zhe when they first met.

Of course, the name Kabbalah is also very consistent with Chen Zhe, who reveals mystery everywhere, how to say that the black ring on his wrist is very mysterious......

"Oh, so soon? Is your teacher okay? Chen Zhe nodded, but his body did not move, he still maintained the appearance of Wangfu Stone, looking out of the window intently.

Leonardo shook his head when he heard this, and sighed: "Teacher Verrocchio's condition is getting worse and worse, I am afraid that he will not survive the day of Christ's Mass, and the teacher himself said today that the Lord has opened the door of heaven to him, and it may not be long before his soul will return to the arms of the Lord......"

"There is no so-called god in this world, and the human soul cannot return to the arms of the Lord at all......"

Before Chen Zhe's words were finished, Leonardo's mouth was suddenly covered.

Cautiously observing the window, and finding that no one outside the window had noticed Chen Zhe at all, Leonardo breathed a sigh of relief.

After closing the window neatly, Leonardo solemnly admonished Chen Zhe: "Alas, Kabbalah, I hope you will not say such things in the future, I have heard nothing, if these words are heard by the believers of the church, those madmen will definitely burn you at the stake!" ”

“……”

Chen Zhe himself couldn't believe that he said the words to Leonardo just now, it was completely blurted out subconsciously.

Why do you know this, and why? What the hell have I forgotten?!!

Seeing Chen Zhe looking at him with a pale face, Da Vinci thought that he was frightened by himself, and immediately said apologetically: "Don't worry, I'm just saying, you wait for me here for a while, and I'll go to the study to get the tools I need for painting." ”

Piazza Sinioria, where the Medici residence is located, has three floors and is unadorned on the outside, which is incredibly simple compared to the prosperity of the Medici family at this time.

However, the interior is extremely luxurious, with the first façade made of stone blocks and the entrance imitating Roman architecture.

Each window on the second and third floors has a stone carving of the Medici family coat of arms. The plan is in the traditional Italian style of the inner courtyard, with the center of the lowest floor being the courtyard, lined with porticos supported by columns and arches, with fountains and numerous sculptures.

In the secret room on the second floor of the residence, Lorenzo, known to later generations as the "Luxurious One", stood respectfully at his desk, ready to listen to the instructions of the adult sitting behind the desk.

"Duke Lorenzo, is that painter named Leonardo as amazing as you say?" Placing the delicate stone carving in her hand lightly on the seat, the feminine facial contours glowing in the afternoon sun, she asked the person standing there with a smile on her lips.

"Lord Lahuana, this man is a rare genius among us humans, and although his current fame is not very great, his subordinates dare to assert that his name will surely resound throughout Europe in hundreds of years, and even spread to the far east." Lorenzo replied firmly.

"In that case, I would like to meet the artist you call Leonardo, and I hope that his painting will satisfy me."

As the next heir to the ninth house of Avalon, Lajuana, who grew up in that independent world since childhood, is full of curiosity about this backward world.

If it weren't for Avalon's rule that the heir of Asgard must perform a mission alone before reaching the Second Essence, perhaps she would still be imprisoned in Avalon by her mother!

"Half a month ago, there was an unknown space-time fluctuation somewhere in the Medici family in Italy, you go over and observe what is going on there, remember to pay attention to safety! Take this crystal with you, and I'll be the first to rush to your side if something happens. Lorenzo you should have seen him, he is from our ninth house, you will live there for the time being these days. And ......"

"Okay, they're not children, I'll go first!"

After receiving the positioning crystal from her mother with a puffed bun face, Lajuana immediately took an atomically driven aircraft to the Medici family in Italy.

Lorenzo bowed and said, "As you wish, I guess he should be about to arrive at the Medici Mansion, and I already feel his familiar soul aura getting closer and closer to the mansion." ”

Leonardo, as a special guest painter of the Medici family, often went in and out of the Medici mansion, and if he hadn't brought a strange yellow-skinned man this time, the Witt guards wouldn't have needed to go in and inform the Duke.

"You wait here for a while, and I'll go in and talk to the Duke of Medici."

"Excuse me, Mr. Witt!"

When the Witt guard behind the door brought Lorenzo's message back, he found the painter and the black-headed man staring at the statue in the square in a daze.

"Mr. Leonardo, the Duke has allowed the two of you to enter, let's go!"

Hearing the words of the Witt guard, Leonardo thanked him again, and then pulled Chen Zhe and strode towards the interior of the mansion.