I warmed his cold blood

The amphitheater was as hot as a well-oiled fire, as if the marble were made of fire.

The viewing position of the emperor is undoubtedly the best.He wears a crown of laurels, and he can clearly see the gladiator's eyes hidden in the helmet.He glanced at the crowded theater and hugged his wife beside him in satisfaction.

Harun sat with the nobles in fine costumes. Although the position was slightly inferior to that of the emperor, he could still see the facial features of the gladiators clearly.

He lay loosely on his back, lazily peeling the skin of the grapes in his hands.

A glass of wine was handed to him.The surface of the wine shook slightly, and the hand holding the wine glass could be seen shaking.

He squinted and saw a red-haired, blue-eyed girl sitting next to him.

"This glass is filled with ice..." Her cheeks were flushed, and her voice was as weak as a silk that could break at the touch of a finger.

Her name is Phoebe, and she has a round baby face.Her facial features are not considered beautiful, her skin is smooth and tender like suet cream, coupled with her plump body, her whole figure is like a white pearl, with a kind of delicacy and tenderness that women can appreciate.

But her family background is by no means as ordinary as her appearance.

Her mother, Mrs. Slan, was the emperor's younger sister, and her father held a high position.Many nobles courted her enthusiastically for a generous dowry.

"It's an honor." Helen smiled at her, and politely took the wine glass.

Phoebe blushed again.She clenched the front of her front with her hands, and tentatively sat closer to him.

Helen took a sip and praised: "It's very mellow, without any sour taste at all."

"As long as you like it." Phoebe crossed her fingers awkwardly, "This wine is imported from Gaul, and I also put honey..."

Helen looked at her indifferently.She immediately lowered her head and kept rubbing her hands.

The fight on the field came to an end, and it was popular to see one dead and one injured.The wounded one brandished an axe and yelled around the arena, though his arm was bleeding.His dead opponent was dragged down the sand, drawing a straight bloodstain on the yellow sand.

Phoebe took the knife and the apple and peeled them carefully.She seldom peeled apples and always handed them over to slaves.

But she wanted to do something for Heron, and also wanted to show her gentleness and virtuousness.

A new round of fighting is imminent.

Lucas walked out through the iron gate, with the purple shield and sharp sword shining brightly.He nodded slightly at Heron.

Helen sipped his wine lightly, and responded to him with a calm smile.

For Heron, this was a gladiatorial fight whose outcome was known.

Lucas' opponent was a Thracian, armed with a short dagger and a square shield, known for his speed and skill.

The Thracian sprang forward like a ghost, hiding the blade of his dagger under his elbow.Lucas held the short sword across his chest to resist, and the hidden short dagger slid across the edge of the sword to stab, rubbing and sharpening to make a sharp sound.

The purple shield and the short dagger fought fiercely, the dagger was so sharp that it wrung out powder on the purple shield.

Lucas held the sword in his backhand, drew an arc and stabbed the Thracian in the back of the neck.The Thracian ducked sharply.He was too low for stability, and Lucas bent his knees and slammed him in the ribs.

The soreness made the Thracian weak, and he rolled on the spot, spitting out an aerosol of blood.