Chapter 42 Leonardo da Vinci

Lucifer had already lost his memory, but now he felt even more anxious, ringing the alarm clock in his mind.

"What's the matter, have I been to Avalon?"

The alarm clock doesn't know everything, and its strategizing posture at the beginning became more and more harmonious as time went by: "You didn't tell me, but humans who look similar to you definitely don't exist."

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…Then isn’t this the same answer as yes!

Because he didn't see the portrait, Lucifer wasn't sure what the situation was painted on. He didn't want to expose himself stupidly, so he tested the other person nonchalantly: "When was the portrait of your ancestor from? How old do you think I am?"

The beautiful young man probably thought this was reasonable, and his excited expression gradually calmed down, but his eyes were still fiery when he looked at him: "I don't know how long the portrait is, but it must have been there for hundreds of years!"

"The person painted above looks like me?" Lucifer asked casually, using the word 'person' very deliberately to continue testing.

"Yeah, it's very similar, but his hair should be silver-white." The beautiful young man was obviously very familiar with the painting, so he opened his mouth and answered, "It is said that he is a sage... Speaking of which, you are also a sage, maybe the painting

are your ancestors."

Lucifer: "..." What does it mean?

[It’s over, your silver hair is who you were before.] The alarm clock selectively heard the key words.

"What's the end of it? Don't say that he doesn't know my identity at all. It won't affect anything if I lose my horse. It's just not necessary."

Lucifer was still very calm. After complaining about the alarm clock, he asked: "Do I have a chance to see the portrait you mentioned?"

The young man shook his head: "It's not convenient for me to bring a portrait with me when I travel far away... But I can bring it with me when I come to the Garden of Eden next time. I think my ancestors would also be happy to let you see his portrait."

Lucifer nodded, quite curious about his past self: "Then I'll trouble you."

"No trouble." The young man asked a little embarrassedly, "If you don't mind, I would also like to draw a portrait of you..."

Lucifer suddenly realized something: "...Excuse me, are you...?"

"Ah, I am the same as the ancestor in that portrait, both named Leonardo." The young man said with a smile, "I am in the trial, so it is not convenient to give my last name, but because I live on Finch Street, you can call me Leonardo.

strange."

Leonardo da Vinci, comes from the meaning of Vinci, which means the same as the earth.

Lucifer looked at Leonardo da Vinci and slowly exhaled: "I am Lucifer, you can repay the answer."

Da Vinci was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and finally remembered that the purpose of his initial entry was to solve the answer to the riddle. Who knew that as soon as the sage raised his head, he forgot about the business when he saw that face.

"The answer is people."

"Correct answer." Lucifer asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"Whatever." Da Vinci was not led away from the topic this time, "Um, have you agreed to paint a portrait for you?"

Lucifer realized that this man was so persistent, so he could only sigh: "It's up to you, but I personally don't recommend painting me. There are so many things worth painting in the world."

"Ah...actually it's like this." Da Vinci coughed, "The church in Avalon wants me to draw a picture of the arrival of angels, but I really can't think of what an angel looks like, so I just want to walk around and look for it.

Inspiration, that’s why I came to the Garden of Eden... When I saw you just now, I immediately thought that an angel might look like you - so I wanted to paint your portrait to get a feel for it."

Alarm clock evaluation: [He is very discerning and can tell you are an angel at a glance.]

Lucifer didn't like this: "Since the portraits drawn by your ancestors and mine look very similar, you can look at your ancestors' portraits for inspiration."

"How can this be the same?" Leonardo da Vinci plausibly said, "After so many years in the portrait, some of the details have been blurred. In terms of temperament, it is of course more intuitive to see the real person, but there is still something missing through the portrait."

Lucifer was convinced, thinking that he would recover his memory in the future anyway. If he didn’t cheat on himself again after hundreds of years, he felt that it didn’t matter: “…Okay, it’s up to you. Take whatever you want over there.

, there is no one around now, you can read a book first."

Leonardo da Vinci was now more interested in Lucifer than anything else, but he still went for a walk first.

Because he had only been in the Garden of Eden for two days and already heard a lot of rumors about this Apple store, such as magical trials and secret delicacies...

To be honest, he was really curious about the secret delicacy. If he hadn't been feeling unwell when he first came here, he would have wanted to come over and try it yesterday. He wasn't afraid of God's punishment at all.

Unexpectedly, just one day late, the sage came up with something called a "theme salon". Even though he was alone so far, Da Vinci still found it interesting.

There was a strange machine placed on the long table. There were buttons on it and words like Coke and Sprite were written on it. There was a sign next to it with simple lines on it with instructions for use.

Leonardo da Vinci recalled what he had heard and chose the famous "Coke" according to the instructions.

As the machine buzzed, brown-black liquid flowed from the outlet into the glass along with a large number of bubbles.

He looked at the bubbling drink with an expression of surprise, took a sip and tasted it, and was immediately conquered by the strange taste.

Since this drink was so delicious, Leonardo da Vinci was looking forward to the rest.

He walked along the long table to the other side, looking at the golden egg tarts with a milky aroma on the plate, the flower cakes that looked easy to fall apart, and the rich and sweet popcorn, translucent

Jelly, mountains of potato chips...each one looked so novel that he didn't know which one would be better to start eating.

When Da Vinci hesitated, Lucifer couldn't read the book anymore. He looked at Da Vinci. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt: "Speaking of which, you and your painting

Do the ancestors in the painting look like them?”

"I don't know, my ancestors didn't seem to have painted themselves a portrait." Leonardo da Vinci was also very enthusiastic about chatting with Lucifer, "However, I think there should be similarities, right? And when it comes to talent,

, I should be the person who looks most like my ancestors in these years, that’s what my family says.”

Lucifer chuckled: "That's it, you are a genius."

"That's right." Da Vinci affirmed, his tone was very calm, without a trace of pride, as if he was telling the truth, "I am a genius, God's punishment will never punish me for saying that I am a genius, and I think so.

Totally agree with it.”

Lucifer was silent for a moment: "...it's the truth after all."

Since he has never been arrogant because of his talent, and has just accepted this matter as a reality, God Punishment will not come to attack him no matter how idle he is.

Overall, he is a pretty good guy. Lucifer even has high expectations for this Leonardo da Vinci, hoping to be an "omnipotent man" like Leonardo da Vinci on Earth.

But what he wants to ask now is not this, but his ancestors.

"Do you know anything about the person in the portrait your ancestor met?"

Da Vinci shook his head: "I'm not sure. I heard from my family that the portrait is of a sage that my ancestor met. He once saved his life. He probably didn't get along with him for a long time. The ancestor probably drew the portrait based on a chance encounter."

... But whether it’s temperament or other things like... the shape of the eyes, they are very similar to you, and speaking of golden eyes, apart from the person in the portrait, I have only seen you so far."

Especially the temperament. This painting can be preserved to this day not only because of the instructions of the ancestors, but also because future generations can feel that this painting is different. The paintings he painted do not look like people in the world, but like some harvest.

The angel with wings, the delicate emotion of compassion and alienation was accurately captured and painted by our ancestors, and the rest was secondary.

"That's it." Lucifer thought to himself that his eyes were a bit conspicuous, "I'm a little curious about what the people in the portrait have done, since you don't know either..."

"It's not necessarily that I don't know." Leonardo da Vinci thought thoughtfully, "The ancestors left some manuscripts and notes and diaries, but because so much time has passed, I was worried that they would be damaged when I turned them over, and no one has looked at them for a long time.

Yes, if you look for it specifically, you may have clues."

Lucifer suddenly became interested: "Can I trouble you to find it? I'm very curious."

"Actually, even if you don't tell me, I plan to go back and look for you after seeing you. I'm also very curious about what our ancestors have experienced." Leonardo da Vinci smiled, "If it is the same as what we guessed,

Then we are really destined."

Lucifer said in his heart that it could not be the same as what you guessed, but on the surface he nodded calmly: "It is very destined. Speaking of which, are you just a painter?"

"No, I am also researching machinery." Leonardo da Vinci said, "Recently I am designing a machine that can allow humans to fly into the sky, but I feel that there are many problems."

Lucifer was amazed, is this building an airplane? It is indeed too early, why not help him solve the recent cannery problem first.

"What are your thoughts on the assembly line?"
Chapter completed!