"Sean! That's grandpa! My grandpa!—Dal Vinci!" Sean had almost never seen Olivia Windchimes so excited.羀

He nodded repeatedly, telling Olivia that he understood with his eyes, so as to share her strong feelings. From the moment he saw the old man for the first time, he knew that the image of the person sitting there was exactly the same as that of Da Vinci.

What's more interesting is that, judging by his brushstrokes, that person, or that "concept", is really Dale Vinci himself.

Dale Finch.

Sean shook his head in disbelief in his heart: the pioneer of the Renaissance, the three masters of the alchemy era, the elder of the Candlelight Reading Club...

Perhaps the most famous genius in Continental history. And that genius still seems to exist in this abyss of Labyrinth Island in conceptual form.

How incredible is this?

Even as an enlightened person, Sean was so surprised that he lost his words for a moment.羀

He just hugged Olivia's slender body lightly and patted her back lightly to calm her excited emotions.

Suddenly, Sean realized something again. And this incident was so bizarre that he couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body like an electric shock.

Although this conjecture is really absurd, he has to face it squarely and ponder over this possibility repeatedly:

Da Vinci, who lost his memory, existed in this abyss in the form of a concept, and he drew the image of Nicola Tesler...

Could it be that he is mud?

Mud is Dalfinci?

The ugly scavenger of the Labyrinth Isle, is it Darl Vinci?羀

"What's wrong with you, Sean?" Olivia raised her head—she felt a rare turbulence in her reader's mind.

Recalling all the experiences he had with Tesler and Mud in the labyrinth island before, Sean felt like the world was turned upside down. He really couldn't imagine that the real identity of that mud turned out to be one of the shining "human stars".

So what to do next? Sean was lost in thought. He paces the gallery slowly, looking at new works by conceptualist Da Vinci and thinking about his next steps.

Soon after, he had a decision. Turning to look at Olivia: "We still have to tell him part of the truth. Maybe, this can arouse part of his memory. Otherwise, we won't know anything."

After making a decision, the two left the gallery and returned to the room where Dale Vinci was.

He was perfecting the lines on the shoulders, and the two of them could only wait quietly. He didn't put down the brush until he was satisfied and turned his head: "How is it? Is the browsing experience still enjoyable?" With a smile on his face, he looked in a good mood.

"All the rare masterpieces are displayed there. Wandering in such a gallery is a great enjoyment."

Dale Finch laughed: "Young man, you are too good at coaxing the old man..."

"By the way, sir. In the process of browsing the paintings just now, I remembered something, and I'm afraid I need to tell you."

"What's up?"

"I thought maybe I knew who you were."

Hearing this, Dalfinch put down his paintbrush and turned the wooden stool around. The smile on his face receded, and he looked at Sean seriously: "Who am I?" Obviously, he really wanted to know the answer.

"Sir, your name is Da Vinci. You were born in Apennines, and you are a famous painter and inventor in Europe."

"Dal... Vinci?" The old man frowned and muttered to himself, as if savoring the name.羀

"Dal Vinci?..." However, just a pronunciation did not seem to awaken her memory. The old man was just stuck in hard memories.

Seeing this scene, Sean glanced at Olivia, and then continued: "Also, I have to tell you something that may shock you."

Dale Finch turned his gaze, and Sean said: "Please take a look at the lady next to me—maybe you can see that her body is made of sophisticated alchemy techniques.

"Her name is Olivia Fengling, and she is your granddaughter."

Olivia covered her mouth with both hands, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore, and tears welled up in her eyes. Dar Vinci looked at the Seiko girl who suddenly started crying, and blinked in confusion. Then, his mouth tremblingly opened and closed several times, as if a voice came out from the depths of his throat: "Ollie... Ollie! My Ollie!"

The old man's eyes widened, and he stood up suddenly from the chair, trembling and stumbled to Olivia's side. The old hand held her face, and he looked at Olivia's face in disbelief. His nose turned red with excitement, and the beard beside his lips was trembling slightly.

Everything around him seemed to become unreal to him. He seemed to be a little dizzy and supported the table next to him. He closed his eyes for a long time, and then he slowly opened them. There were more eyes in those eyes. Tired: "I...I recalled something." 羀

They sat down. Dalfinch has been holding Olivia's hand, seeing his granddaughter again, he is as happy as a child, with a wrinkled smile on his face. However, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and a trace of nervousness flashed across his face. After a while, he said cautiously: "Oli... At that time, your departure made me so sad, I only wanted to Let you return to this world, so without your permission, I gave you eternal life in the form of a mechanism...

"I was very worried about this later. Because I realized later that death is an important part of life. I just called you back, I don't know what fate I will face you. Forgive your grandpa, I once Thinking that only life is the best gift..."

Olivia shook her head again and again: "No~lightnovelpub.net~ Don't worry. I am very happy to have this second life. Although there was a very lonely time, it has passed...This second life, It is indeed a precious gift." When she was speaking, she glanced at Xiao En, her eyes were charming.

Seeing that his granddaughter wasn't lying to comfort him, Dalfinch smiled gratifiedly, and a stone fell from his heart.

"My memory has not been fully recovered." The old man said, "There are still many things I can't remember, but I already know about why I am here."

Then, Dalfinch began to tell the part he recalled:

"If I remember correctly, it should be in the autumn of 1505 that I completed the work of Labyrinth Island. 羀

"Since then, I have used this mysterious island far away from the European continent as my secret base and warehouse. Except for the closest people around me, almost no one knows the existence of this secret base.

"In 1520, it should be that year. I remember that I was very sick and felt that my life was coming to an end. At that time, I had just completed the rose under the moon, and I was still a little obsessed with the concept of immortality.

"When resuscitating Ollie, I always had an idea in my head. When death knocked on my door, I started to put that idea into action..."

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