At that time, Leonardo said to Francis, "In fact, wild cats don't need to feed at all." "Wild animals have their own wisdom to survive, especially those in cities. They don't depend on people's charity, and there are some ways to survive... because they don't need dignity, they don't need to live decently, they can still compare with people Live better.

"Picking a stray cat will stink and attract the police.

"And if these fishmongers are allowed to dispose of the fish through the formal process, they are reluctant to hire short-time workers.

The young Leonardo looked at Francis, with a sneer on his face: "Do you think these fish are just thrown away... Who will deal with it in the end, Francis? Or, what do you think the cats gathered here for?" of?"

"Let me tell you a common sense. Cats don't like to eat fish. They will gather in the city just because there is easy to get fresh meat here. It can fill their stomachs. Well, which small fish do they care about?"

"There is no doubt that the cat can only be raised by that child himself. The purpose is to play tricks to gain the sympathy of a brainless person like you. I guess you have never seen wild cats showing their vigilance towards humans. Bar?"

Young Francis was furious at Leonardo's understatement.

At that time, Francis hadn't taught Leonardo fighting skills and was convinced by him physically, so he didn't realize Leonardo's talent, let alone believe his words.

Francis just thinks that Leonardo is still young and has a good life, so he doesn't understand the thoughts of the poor at all.

And his "black leather shoes" haunted the slums of various cities in Skarner every day, and he thought he was much more seen than Leonardo. And Leonardo just shrugged his shoulders, didn't say anything to him, and changed the subject amicably.

Now that it happened, Francis suddenly remembered what Leonardo said at that time.

"Be careful with that kid you're talking about.

"He's not as kind as you think.

...why didn't I listen to Leonardo?

I didn't know it at the time...

Up to now, his "black leather shoes" have almost completely collapsed.

Silvio was his appointed deputy chief. He was an old sailor who had been in gangs in Pisa before. He had a lot of connections and was smart. He is also very popular in his own gang, and his words are powerful enough. So he is the deputy leader. For example... when he went to the countryside, he took money from the Patch family and betrayed himself. If it wasn't for Leonardo's keen eyesight to notice someone ambushing down the slope, he might have been killed by a grenade before he saw the enemy. And if it wasn't for Leonardo's ability to destroy the team, he even sent Arrow to assassinate his nephew Leonardo, and with Arrow's status, he knew about it. So the gang's plan to intercept and kill him must be the default. What about those old people who are close to him?

What happened to them?

Is it under house arrest? Or was it killed? Or have you betrayed yourself?

Francis felt a little tired, even a little sick. He had executed Arrow in rage before, but now he felt nothing but emptiness. I don’t know how many brothers will be killed because of him. This is all because of me. With a deep sense of guilt, Francis hurried back after disposing of the corpse.

After he returned to the urban area, he bought a pizza with cheese and tomato sauce, and after eating three or two bites, he went to the alley that Leonardo mentioned, and took a look at the bodies of those people. After confirming that these people did not know each other, Francis was inexplicably relieved, and conveniently hid their bodies.

Florence. It may not be safe anymore. I don't know whether it was right or wrong to bring Leonardo here. He was worried. Go back to Master Verrocchio's door. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his face hard, showing a relaxed smile, pushed the door and walked in.

"I'm back, Leonardo!"

Francis yelled.

Immediately afterward, he found Master Verrocchio nestled on the sofa in the lobby. He couldn't help being startled, and quickly apologized: "Sorry, Verrocchio... I was too loud just now."

fine. "

Verrocchio just shook his head and replied in a weak and hoarse voice.

He seemed to have lost his soul, curled up on the sofa, with the corners of his mouth tightly pursed, staring at the ceiling, without saying a word.

"Grandmaster?"

ask

"I witnessed the birth of a genius.

Verrocchio replied: "And my stupidity and incompetence.

He looked up at Francis. The light blue pupils were full of lingering self-mockery: "You know what, Francis? I have studied portraiture and woodblock painting all my life. But it is better than the boy who touched the paintbrush for the first time—I always Promise me, my friend. Even with all the time I have left, I can't compare to Leonardo's painting.

"In fact, he's in all areas.

Francis replied softly, hoping it would comfort the old man, "I also heard that he put a psychiatrist in a mental hospital.

Verrocchio sighed, and said in a low voice: "Now I believe it.

He looked down at his right hand—it was covered with calluses and frostbite, and the place where he held the pen all the year round was even deformed.

"If only I were young," Verrocchio lamented, "at least, to have some chance."

That's not necessarily a good thing either.

Francis, a young man, couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this.

Rather, if you are young, you will feel more pressure... If you think about it this way, Lorenzo is indeed an excellent heir to the Grand Duke. He will not be jealous in front of Leonardo, let alone self-proclaimed, but can maintain a normal heart-this is already a very rare talent.

"I think, in the rest of my life, I will never touch any paint again."

Verrocchio was silent for a while, then sighed again in a low voice. Unexpectedly, Francis heard a voice of satisfaction and nostalgia from this sigh: I have never seen such a beautiful painting. He was so real, as if everything was happening right in front of my eyes. I could even smell Heverocchio murmuring, laughing and moaning. Francis felt a little hairy on his back, so he saw at a glance the painting that Verrocchio admired and lamented. At first glance, he was also surprised—but not just lucky or unlucky, Francis, who has almost no artistic aesthetics, didn't notice any problems with the painting except that he thought it was "pretty beautiful".

As for?

He was thinking in pieces, but out of respect for the old man and the master, Francis did not speak out.

"I put Arrow to death.

Francis squatted beside Leonardo who was dragging a paint tray to draw an angel, and whispered to him: "He said that Jacob might come to Florence in a few days...

"Do not care.

Leonardo suddenly interrupted him.

Francis froze for a moment, but didn't react. So he paused, then repeated, "I mean, "It's just a cover, stupid.

He looked back at Francis, and asked peacefully: "Do you really think that Jacob planned this kind of thing? Have you really read the information that is usually sent to you?"

"Jacob inherited the Fourth Bank of France three years ago, do you remember? And there was the Fourth Bank of France at the main meeting of banking representatives in Teutonic sixteen days ago.

"The plan to assassinate Lorenzo will not be presided over by him. He doesn't have enough time to return... I also read yesterday's newspaper. The assassin who assassinated Lorenzo has been found out because of black people. Dead. As a result, you and I were assassinated that day, don’t you think it’s all too coincidental?” Leonardo asked back.

Francis frowned and thought for a long time. He opened his mouth and asked: "You mean, this time someone put the blame on the Pazzi family.

"No, it must be them. Or at least they were involved in the design. But that brat Jacob doesn't have this brain. Leonardo replied calmly: "I" I guess he is probably catching up on sleep now. You can go Patch's house went straight to investigate the situation. It's not far anyway...but remember to be safe, Leonardo reminded.