Lawrence was using a small knife made of gemstones to pick out bits of flesh—fingers and the like—that Credi had left inside his body.
"You're ruthless enough too. Were you like this when you were alive? I mean, when you were wandering outside."
Verrocchio crouched beside Lawrence, grimacing as he watched him.
This sight was truly...
"If I did this while I was alive, was I afraid I wouldn't die fast enough?"
Lawrence had never found his teacher as annoying as he did at this moment.
Damn it, his teacher had clearly not been like this in his memory.
"I only studied medicine; I wasn't a madman. Though I did do quite a few things that couldn't see the light of day."
Lawrence's experiences after leaving Florence could only be described as a complete mess. Occasionally, he could obtain a few corpses through legitimate channels for dissection, but most of the time, the means by which he acquired bodies were far from legitimate.
Especially when investigating the Black Death, no one but Lawrence dared to touch those corpses, nor would they allow Lawrence to do so. He could only settle the elderly butler Ruslan somewhere safe, then carry a shovel himself to dig up the bodies, dissecting them while observing and writing papers...
Ah, how had I managed to persevere back then?
Enduring the pain, Lawrence furrowed his brow and tossed Credi's final severed finger onto the ground. He created a spherical white gemstone and placed it over his wound.
The gemstone shattered and transformed into magical energy, healing Lawrence's wound. Having endured the agonizing pain all this time, Lawrence finally let out a breath of relief.
"Where are Ritsuka and Salieri? Have those forbidden soldiers been dealt with?"
After easing his own condition, Lawrence immediately asked about Ritsuka.
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