I warmed his cold blood

The journey from Gaul to Rome was not short.

Lucas and the slave took turns holding the whip, and the carriage drove out of the Apennines and entered the city of Rome.

The buildings were crowded and the streets were very noisy.People are full of energy because the harvest season is coming.The stalls are arranged in a mess, and the peacock brain squid must be grilled.The hawkers hummed and happily turned the red side of the apples up.The mellow oatmeal is piled up in hills, the dried fish is hung upside down in a row on the rope, and the housewives dressed in fashion are bargaining with their pockets on their shoulders.

The abundance of materials made the Romans have no worries, and everything was full of vitality and joy.

Herron's alert nose smelled the rich fruity aroma.He sat up abruptly and opened the door curtain.

"I want to get out of the car!" He shouted happily, startling Lucas who was concentrating on driving.

After speaking, he jumped out of the car like a vigorous little leopard, and got into the familiar street.

Lucas handed the whip to the coachman, picked up the purse and followed.

Helen sniffed, followed the smell of meat to the barbecue stand, and ordered two skewers of roasted peacock meat.

The chef of the barbecue was quick and even brushed him with an extra layer of pepper sauce.Helen took the skewers, but found that he forgot the money bag.

At this time, Lucas fell from the sky like a savior, took out a silver coin and handed it to the vendor.

"It came just in time." Helen bit off a piece of meat.

"When you jumped out of the car, I noticed that you didn't have anything in your hand." Lucas took the change and checked the amount carefully before putting it back into the purse.

Herron turned his face away, looked at him slyly, and quickly stuffed another skewer into his mouth.

Lucas was startled, took down the barbecue, and was about to speak—

"Stop talking nonsense! Eat whatever you want!" Helen strangled what he was going to say in time, turned around and left.

Lucas felt warm.This is by no means such a gentle manner, it is just placed on Heron's tough shell, like sunlight on a glacier, revealing a rare warmth in the big contrast.

He enjoys this hard tenderness.

The two returned to the carriage after a short stroll.Soon, the three arrived at the house.

Lucas changed back into his usual brown-red tunic.He took a bath, the black dye faded away, and the essential blond hair was fully exposed, like the golden fleece that existed in mythology, sharp and sharp, like its owner, never suppressing anything.

Helen lay lazily on the rocking chair, wanting to take a nap in the sun.

The handful of gold appeared shining brightly, rushing over like a little golden lion, running into his vision that was about to close.

"Lucas, come here." Herron said with narrowed eyes.He wasn't very sleepy anymore.

Lucas walked over tamely, knelt down on one knee, lowered his body, and listened to his master.

His spine was like a ravine embedded in his back, and his collarbone extended like a saw.

Herron glanced at him, and his eyes gradually moved down to his forearm.

——There is a new family seal branded there, which does not belong to Polio's family seal.

"What's that?" Herren pointed with his finger.

Lucas lifted himself up and said with a smile, "It was branded at Brutus's house. You know, every slave gets this to show their loyalty."

Helen glanced at the family seal, frowned slightly, and didn't say much.

"It's time for you to tell me what you know," he said slowly, closing his eyes.

"I stayed at Brutus's house for a month," said Lucas. "He was Gnaia's adopted son and inherited her deceased husband's estate. He did not have Nero's blessings, but he had Nero's habits, Slave abuse was as common as eating and sleeping. He even raised two lions in the backyard, and if a slave made a mistake, he would be thrown into the lion cage. During that time, my job was to feed the lions.”

"He has quite a lot of spare money." Helen mocked, "Having taken away the olive orchard, he still has the mood to feed the lions."

"In addition to keeping lions, he also goes to a brothel regularly. I followed him a few times. He always finds a prostitute named Apina."

"Brothhouse?" Helen opened his eyes and looked at him, "Then did you have fun together?"

Lucas was taken aback for a moment, and said, "No. He won't spend money on slaves, I just stood outside and waited for him."

Helen rubbed her chin, "I'm going to see that Apina, maybe she knows some secrets about Brutus."

He grinned again, with a childish smirk, and looked at him, "I'm much more generous than Brutus. Lucas, if you like, you can..."

"Oh no! Don't do this, my master..." Lucas lowered his head weakly.

Herron retracted the rocking chair and rocked it happily, creaking and creaking.

He found it extra fun to tease Lucas.

……

Fanny lay on the bed, breathing weakly.She seldom got out of bed, covered with a thick quilt, her pale face was embedded in the colored silk satin, and the whole room smelled of herbs.

This kind of medicinal smell can be understood as the endless war between illness and health.

After lunch break, Helen came to see her in the room.The gloomy smell belonging to the patient greeted him, scratched his body, and made him feel stressed.

Fanny's cheeks still had a hint of rosiness, which was barely retained by a lot of medicinal materials.

Helen sat on the edge of the bed, forced a smile on his face, and felt infinitely sad in his heart.

The feeling of watching a loved one pass away is like a hand from hell, gradually peeling off the heart layer by layer.

"Hermia...I miss you." Fanny said with a smile as she slowly opened her eyes.

She took her hand out of the bed, touched her son's wrist, and stroked it carefully.

Through this kind of touching, she could intuitively judge whether Heron was suffering.

"My child, don't lose weight." She frowned and said distressedly.

"I couldn't be better..." Herron forced a smile, and tucked in the quilt for her, "I'm doing well in Gaul. Utis is very friendly to me, and the woolen blankets are of high quality. I think I can I made a lot of money, so don't worry about me."

"I believe in my Hermia." Fanny smiled weakly. "Sooner or later, my sick body will be buried in the soil and eaten by maggots and ants. The only hope is that you can rise to prominence and take Polio's prestige to the next level." Inherit..."

"I will, mother." Heron said sadly, "I really hope you live a little longer and can see that day with your own eyes..."

"Everyone is going to die, my child. The saddest thing in the world is not the sick with known death, but the healthy people who linger around without knowing the god of death..."

Heron was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Antony's master passed away the day before yesterday." Fanny sighed regretfully. "I heard that when he was riding, the horse suddenly ran wildly. He fell off the horse and the sharp stones on the ground pierced him." neck...it's a pity his son just got married..."

"Slan's husband?" Helen thought back, "I really didn't expect it to be so sudden..."

"His funeral will be in two days. Don't forget to wear black mourning," said Fanny. "Daho will be the new head of Antony, and you will meet him on behalf of Polio."

Helen said helplessly: "The sweet wedding has just ended, and the funeral with dirges came. The world is as changeable as the clouds..."

The mother and son chatted for a while, and Herron helped Fanny onto the wooden wheelchair and pushed her to the courtyard.

The sun was shining brightly, and fanned Fanny's sickness a little.

The female slaves were doing laundry diligently, beating wooden sticks loudly, and the fragrance of soap locusts wafted in the courtyard; the fat chef was kneading dough in the kitchen, and the short slaves skillfully lit the fire.

The sky is sunny, everything is tinted with positive colors, and there is a sense of ordinary happiness.

Lucas walked across the atrium, asking the chef for corn to feed the pigeons.

Herron pointed at him and said to her mother, "Do you remember him? His name is Lucas, and he is my most important confidant!"

"He was a gladiator, I remember..." murmured Fanny.

Her face changed and she closed her eyes.