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Living a life of luxury, indulging in endless fine wine.
And having to deal with a powerful figure every now and then, while ensuring they didn’t grow suspicious of her.
Hedy had completely calmed down.
Here, she could stay peacefully, with only the Medici family as the possible danger.
If she dared to wander into some unfamiliar, unknown territory, one wrong move could leave her dead.
Her life now was quiet and orderly.
Apart from prayer and mass, her mornings usually consisted of a large cup of citrus juice, followed by writing in her journal in English or German. She only reflected on theorems and formulas, never discussing anything personal.
In the afternoons, she would conduct simple experiments, though due to limited equipment and materials, the success rate was usually low.
When she grew tired of staying indoors, she would walk around the Lord’s Square or admire the works of Botticelli and Da Vinci.
They sometimes spent time in their workshop or in the courtyard, listening to violins and painting, but they rarely spoke to each other and always kept a distance.
But, as expected, Da Vinci began procrastinating again.
His "Adoration of the Magi" supposedly had a draft rushed out, but then he abandoned it for over two weeks.
Since then, not a single stroke had been added.
Hedy's own experiment with moldy orange peels wasn't going well either; various bacteria kept appearing, and the penicillin culture didn’t succeed. She had even replaced the beef broth in the petri dishes multiple times.
Feeling frustrated, she decided to go downstairs and push him for the progress on the painting.
After all, she was laying the foundation for Western art history.
A few more words of pressure today, and there would be more paintings on the walls of the Louvre next year.
As she descended the stairs, Hedy spotted someone again, this time with a large sack in his arms, clearly heading down to the basement once more.
That mischievous someone winked at her with a smile. "Want to teach me again?"
No! Focus on your painting and stop distracting yourself!
It was strange, though. Lorenzo was always cold and stern with her, but with these artists, he was incredibly indulgent.
One was allowed to paint pagan gods and nudes, while the other was permitted to steal corpses for dissection.
The temper of the Lord of Florence was truly unpredictable.
Though her face showed thin anger, Hedy still followed him down into the basement, always worried that a head might suddenly roll down the stairs.
The heavy sack made dull thudding sounds as it bumped along, almost like a pile of bones.
When it was finally laid out on the long table and opened, it turned out to be a complete set of human bones.
Hedy covered her face and sighed deeply.
Geniuses and madmen are often only separated by a thin line.
Even modern people would probably call 911 if they saw something like this.
When Da Vinci had dug up the coffin in the graveyard, he had already sketched out the structure of the bones, and now he was using his memory to reconstruct them.
