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Hedy was very engaged, even thinking about the feasibility of some of them.
With the current casting technology, it should be possible.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that da Vinci was looking at her.
"Wh—what’s wrong?"
"Very few women like to look at this kind of thing," da Vincihesitated in his choice of words, "it's rather dull and abstract."
Hedy smiled and thoughtfully expressed her opinion.
"The existence of war is unknowable. If it erupts without preparation, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Da Vinci put away the scrolls, thinking deeply. "You mean, the nearby city-states or countries—"
The relationship between the Church and the kings was never very harmonious, and there was France nearby...
"Why didn’t you show these to the lord?"
"Because," da Vinci thought for a moment, "I wasn’t very familiar with him before."
Making these things required a lot of money and manpower, and success was not guaranteed.
He also longed to protect Florence with all his ability, but at this moment, the feasibility seemed too low.
"I’ll help you."
"What?"
"These should be shown to him." Hedy took a step forward. "I believe the lord would understand the importance of these."
She knew that in this unfamiliar world, she was rootless and had no foundation. However, since she had managed to, by chance, get close to the very heart of power and had the chance to influence the development of medicine and science in this city, she actually had limitless possibilities.
Da Vinci looked at her and nodded solemnly.
"Thank you."
Once back at the lord's palace (Palazzo Vecchio), Dechio led her to the office and explained a few things on the way.
Little Giuliano was now in good health, and the lady's health was gradually recovering. Everything was developing in a way that brought relief.
Moreover, under the lord’s orders, the servants were following her instructions, not feeding strange things to the child orthe mother, and were carefully washing their hands and maintaining cleanliness.
Hedy sincerely felt relieved for the mother and child. It wasn't until they were almost at the office door that she remembered the main reason she was there. "What did you call me for?"
"It's for a reward, milady."
When she entered, Lorenzo was placing a book down on his desk.
His fingers were interlaced, and his gaze was still sharp and deep.
"You saved my wife and son," he said in a calm tone. "Please accept our family's gratitude and thanks."
Cosimo, standing nearby, approached with a tray. On it was a Medici family crest.
"This is..."
"I've arranged a new identity for you," Lorenzo slowly rose and said. "You can still keep your name, but your identity is that of a distant relative by marriage to the Medici family and another noble family. Three generations ago, their ancestors had a close relationship, and even the priest who performed your baptism has already confirmed your name."
