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"But they also possess the power to destroy us."
Lorenzo studied it for a long time before suddenly lifting his head to look at her. "But there is no complete book that systematically records these things?"
Hedy didn't sense any malice or suspicion in his tone, and she felt a wave of relief inside.
"Yes, you can send them to the academy so that the wise scholars can study them in more depth."
She silently hoped that the development of biology and medicine could speed up a little more.
She turned to her maid, Dechio, who immediately took out the microscope’s blueprint and the brief instructions from the box.
Lorenzo nodded slowly, and the servant promptly collectedeverything, locking it all away.
He then turned to her, as if assessing a friend or perhaps a chess move.
Cosimo soon walked over and handed her a bag of gold coins.
There were at least twenty or more inside.
Hedy hesitated to take it, instinctively looking toward Lorenzo.
"Is it not enough?" he asked. "Or would you prefer something else?"
"No... I don't need these," she replied cautiously. "The reward you've already given me is more than enough."
Too much wealth could bring about danger to her life; she didn’t even dare keep the jewelry near her.
Lorenzo studied her expression before signaling Cosimo to take her out.
Dechio stayed in the office, her head lowered the entire time.
"What else have you observed over these days?"
The maid paused for a moment, then slowly spoke. "She's usually obedient and gentle, never causing trouble."
"But she doesn't like going to the bathroom to bathe with others."
"Sometimes she waits until most people have left, then hurries in and out quickly."
Lorenzo twirled a solid gold ring, seemingly deep in thought.
She always wore a shawl, instinctively covering her bare chest.
She wouldn’t bathe with others, nor did she interact with the flashy and beautiful young men.
Even in the presence of the popular Botticelli, she always maintained a composed demeanor, her speech and actions restrained.
Old-fashioned, introverted, yet unexpectedly interesting.
"Next time, take her to the private bath on the second floor," he said indifferently.
Consider it a reward for today.
"Yes, Lord," the maid replied.
These days felt somewhat similar to her time in Austria.
Living in a mansion, constantly being watched by maids.
