I warmed his cold blood

In the solemnity of the funeral, Daho maintained a moderate smile, which was probably the only lightness in the gloom.His brows and eyes are lowered meekly, but his chin is slightly raised; humility and pride are incongruously put together, making it difficult for people to figure out his true face.

He stood upright.With small bean-like eyes and a sunken short nose, he has no chance of being handsome.

But this does not affect his natural politician temperament.

He took off his hood and faced the densely packed audience, without a speech script in his hand, calm and composed.

"Father gave me Antony. Old Antony, it is gold at the bottom of the Tiber, a reef unmoved by the waves! Remember, it was born of blood and sweat, and nothing can be more powerful than it. Licking the wounds of the lower class! I have seen with my own eyes that my father prayed for the sick slaves in the temple, picked up the frozen abandoned children, and talked with small traders on an equal footing. Most of his belittling has been criticized. O humble father, his majestic shadow hovers in my mind!"

He was eloquent, and the rhetoric was at his fingertips, like a fire that shot straight into the sky, and the rain could not quench his heat.

His enthusiasm almost killed himself.

"I inherit his will and become a person who loves to cry. I often feel sore for the crying of poor children, and mourn for the crying women with dystocia. My black hair will eventually wither, and my bright flesh will eventually shrink. My legs and feet Sooner or later, the pain will be broken. But I maintain a compassionate heart, and time is nothing to this heart!"

The civilians in the outer circle liked to hear this and applauded one after another.

Herron yawned deeply.

Lucas in the distance couldn't hear this.

He lay leaning on the car, pulled off the hood, and sniffed vigorously, the familiar scent of cardamom penetrated into the tip of his nose.

He suddenly smiled.

A big hand patted his head, neither light nor heavy.At the same time, a rough male voice sounded:

"Didn't expect to meet you here, Lucas, your cloak tells me you've found a generous master!"

Lucas propped himself up, and when he turned his head, he saw his old friend.

"Levi?! My God, you're still alive!" he said in surprise.

Levi was a muscular man with a deep scar on his forehead.He smiled harshly, his yellow teeth were shining brightly, and every pore could reveal the temperament of a reckless man.

"I should tell you that, my friend," he said. "We haven't seen each other since I left the training ground. I thought you died in the theater!"

"Oh! I didn't die that easily..." Lucas jumped out of the car and gave him a warm hug.

"Gladiators never know if they'll see the sun tomorrow, do they?" Levi thumped his shoulder and said with a smile, "You seem to be doing well, lucky guy!"

"I'm working for Master Polio." Lucas grinned. "What about you, Levi?"

"I'm Lord Antony's bodyguard." Levi pointed to himself with a thumbs up, "He has just become the head of the family and needs a strong man to block the knife for him. But he is not bad to slaves, at least I see him every day There is goat milk and fish to eat, and he promised me that he will marry me!"

"This is really great! If the master allows, I really want to have a drink with you!" Lucas smiled and punched him, "Do you still remember when we killed a tiger together?"

"Oh of course! I cut off one of its paws and saved you from its mouth! You were as weak as an old woman..." Levi laughed twice.

"No way, I'm not good at killing animals!" Lucas spread his hands.

"Anyway, that's all in the past. We survived hell and met a generous master. The gods haven't forgotten these two poor big guys!"

It didn't take long for the two to chat about the old days.Levi is responsible for patrolling the venue and cannot stop too much.

Dahoe continued to fire up the podium.

"...If the people are noble, then Antony bleeds noble blood; if the people are ordinary, Antony bleeds ordinary blood! There must be colleagues with me, let me call him to power ..."

His shrewd eyes swept down the stage.

"Lord Polio." He locked his eyes and said with a smile, "Among all the nobles, you are the only one who doesn't wear a cloak. You must be a simple noble, and I think you will share the same beliefs as Antony."

Helen didn't expect that he would call her.He hesitated for a moment, but walked onto the stage in the rain.

Daho took his hand in a friendly way and kissed him affectionately.He took him by the shoulders so that he faced the audience.

After the face-to-face ceremony, he hid behind Heron and wiped his cheek with his palm.

It was a slight movement, and no one noticed.

"It's a great honor to be called to the stage by Master Antony, I..."

Herron choked.

To his surprise, he discovered that he did not have the ability to gather and speak.Latin, which usually pours like flowing water, stagnates like a wooden wheel stuck in the mud when facing a dense audience.

He stood there in a daze, his mind was flooded, and he didn't know what to say.

The auditorium was noisy.The well-educated nobles remained calm and exchanged contemptuous glances with each other; let alone the commoners, they booed arrogantly and told him to step down.

It dawned on Herron that he had been too busy fighting Brutus to focus on improving himself.

At this moment, the thunderous opposition made him a little enlightened.

He seemed to understand what he had to do.

Daho smiled and put his arms around his stiff shoulders, "Obviously, Master Polio is too sad. The death of his father brought back sad memories for him. After all, our fathers are close friends! May they Drinking wine in heaven, watching the Romans they loved!"

Helen lowered her head, looking a little embarrassed.

He had to admit that he was ashamed, and it was in full view.

After the funeral was over, Herron walked slowly back to the carriage.

Lucas raised the curtain for him, but he stood motionless, making no attempt to get into the car.

"Master?" Lucas lowered the door curtain suspiciously. He felt something was wrong with Herren.

Herren turned his face halfway, his black eyes slanted to look at him.These eyes should have been damp due to the rain, but they were as cold as a clear night.

"Go back, Lucas." He roughly tore off the black mourning suit and threw it into the muddy water in the corner.

"I also want to go home and take a bath to wash away this damn bad luck!" He paused, "Let's go with you."

Lucas' nails dug into the door curtain in an instant.

The rain intensified, and the carriage arrived at the house in the swaying rain.Lucas was thoroughly drenched, the tips of his hair were dripping with water, and the hair on his forehead was tied in a lock to one side of his eyelid.

The two hurried through the door, and Herron ordered the slave to prepare bath water and add some medicinal herbs.

As he walked across the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of the black cloak on the plaster statue, stepped back, and tore it off.

"Let the old widow get some rain!" He threw the cloak into the patio.

Lucas hesitated, "If you do this...won't Madam be angry?"

Herron looked up at him, "Come here, Lucas."

Lucas was confused, and followed the instructions and walked over.

Helen stared at him for a while, then stretched out her fingers, brushing away the wet hair that stuck to his eyelids, revealing her smooth forehead.

"Don't worry about those useless things." He smiled, "You're too dirty, you should take a bath now."

Lucas' eyes darkened.

……

The bath was filled with hot water, and there were statues of snake heads erected at the four corners, spitting water from its mouth.The censer in the corner exudes fragrance, and the smoke flies up from the goddess's belt, which is fleeting.The wax oil in the brass candlestick is very high, and the red candle is holding the swaying candlelight, dyeing the bathroom with an ambiguous golden warm color.

On a cold and rainy day, it seems that all the heat has come here.

Lucas stood outside the gauze tent, squinting his eyes, smelling the sweet incense.

Through the thin veil, he could see Helen undressing, which was unreal.

Heron unfastened the pin, and the outer robe fell to the ground, and her bare legs stood up in the pile of clothes.His fingers touched the inner shirt, and he slowly picked up the hem of the shirt and lifted it up, gradually exposing his thighs, waist and chest.

He threw away the shirt he had taken off.At this time, he was naked, his skin was white, his collarbone stretched like a butterfly's wings, and his graceful waistline was shiny.

Through the veil, his whole body was shrouded in a shimmer, like the halo of a new moon.

Like a kitten exploring the water, he paddled the surface of the water with his toes to test the temperature.Satisfied, he stepped out of the bath, immersed himself in hot water, and his long hair spread out like ink dripping.

After a long time, he poked his head out, wiped his face, and sat on the shore with his arms propped up, his calves submerged in the pool water.

"Lucas." He pushed his hair back. "You can get in the water."

Lucas lifted the veil, and the only barrier to peeping disappeared.

He saw Harun clearly, naked Harun.

The naked beauty of human beings, without modification, is like the fragile tender meat in a clam.

This natural beauty, sublimated from pure physicality, moved Lucas.

His heart beat so fast, there was no gross sensuality, no primal instinct to fuck; just the shock of natural, unpolished beauty.

He couldn't describe his current mood in words, if he had to say it, it would be full of emotion.

He fell in love with Helen completely, and at this moment, it seemed that something caught his soul and scorched his heart.

There is always such a moment in life that makes people feel that after experiencing it, they will die without regret.

Lucas has already met.He made sure of it.

"If you don't take off your stinky clothes, how can you wash them?" Helen smirked, "Why are you ashamed? Are you... younger than me?"

Lucas shuddered, picked up the collar with his fingers, and took off the short robe at once, only wearing a shame-covering loafer.

He didn't dare to take it off any longer, and went straight into the water, looking up at Herren.

"There are medicinal herbs added to this water, which is good for your whip wounds." Helen splashed water on his face, "Come here, let me see your back."

Lucas paddled through the water obediently, and the water reached his waist, just revealing his broad and healthy back.

Scars covered the entire back, not much left intact.The horsewhip has barbs, and the wounds of the whip are naturally ferocious, like thick centipedes.

Helen raised his hand, and lightly touched the red and swollen scar with his warm fingertips.

"It hurts to watch," he said.He picked up a handful of water and splashed it on the bruises.

He took Lucas by the shoulders and made him face himself.

He saw countless old and new scars, deep and shallow, intertwined.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the scars, from the family seal on his chest to the bite wound on his shoulder.

Herron thought that Lucas was a gladiator who walked out of the sword, and the scar had already existed.

——It's just that he just noticed these scars today; he never noticed them before.

"Lucas, don't make up your own mind in the future." He said, "I am your master, and I have a duty to protect you."

Lucas's expression froze, "My master, you should never be the one to bear this kind of responsibility."

Herron smiled, "Lucas, I think..."

Lucas froze.

"I want to enter the Senate." Herron said heavily, "I should thank Daho, he made me realize my humbleness."

"Have you changed your mind?" Lucas asked seriously.

Herron nodded, "I'm always busy dealing with Brutus; now it seems that my vision is too narrow. Even if he finds the will, he will take away only the rose garden and two houses. My life , should not be revolving around this poor inheritance. I have no love for Pliny, nor should I be bound by his shackles after his death!"

Lucas' eyes widened suddenly, "You seem to have opened a new door!"

Herron continued: "I shed Polio's blood, my mother's surname is Claudius, and my cousin is a young veteran. I can make money by myself, and I also have contacts in official careers. There is no need to panic like a prisoner because of this inheritance."

Lucas stared at him with piercing eyes, the blue eyes shining brightly against Harren's white body.The corners of his eyes turned up slightly, as did the corners of his lips.

"You have changed, master. I am very surprised by your transformation!" He said with a smile, "Instead of snatching other people's gifts like a dog guarding a bone, it is better to devote all your efforts to make yourself undeniably strong!"

"Your rhetoric has improved." Heron smiled, "But... I will not hand over the inheritance to others. I have the confidence to bear the consequences of losing it, but it does not mean losing it willingly!"

Lucas thought for a while, "Then... I will learn to spell Latin while you are practicing rhetoric; while you are studying political theory, I will practice swords in the open. A strong master needs a strong slave, right? ?”

Helen looked at him slyly, jumped into the pool with a splash, and splashed Lucas wildly with the water in his hands.

"It's been a long time since we fought!" He laughed, "Let's have a showdown between men, Lucas!"

This is his happy expression, Lucas knows.

Heron rushed forward like a rabbit, and her two bare chests were painfully bumped.

He wraps his arms around Lucas' pale neck, slips his left foot between his feet and tries to trip him, hands scratching at his shoulders, breath hot around his neck.Their legs intertwined, like an intimate embrace in a bath.

Every muscle in Lucas' body stiffened.He touched Helen's waist, and as soon as he tightened his hands, he easily pushed him away.

He didn't want to be close to Herron.

— because he was already hard.

Not reconciled, Helen wrapped his arms around his neck and pushed him towards the wall of the pool.

Lucas was pressed against the wall of the pool by him, and his back slammed into it.

Herron has a great sense of accomplishment.His eyes were covered by wet hair from the fight, and his eyelashes were like silk.Water droplets covered his body, and there was a warm golden-red glow under the candlelight.

The rosy lips were very close to Lucas, like a bright fire.Lucas's sanity was scorched by the fire, his mind melting into a pool of seething metal.Like fanatics on a pilgrimage, hysterical.

He grabbed Herron's shoulders and turned quickly.The two changed positions.

He imprisoned Herron in his arms, his breathing gradually became heavy, and his eyes were fixed on Herron's lips.

He fell into a strange fugue--

In the realm of nothingness, he and Harun were the sweetest lovers, without distinction.They will have extreme sex, kiss each other lightly on the forehead, and do nothing but hold hands until they grow old.Their flesh and blood are one, and so are their souls.

Taking advantage of his stupor, Herron slammed her head against his jaw.

The wandering Lucas didn't expect him to do this move, he staggered a few steps, and finally slipped and fell.

Crashing, there was a small huge wave in the bath, as if a stone fell from the sky and fell here.

Lucas sank to the bottom of the pool in a trance, and the fugue scene was shattered by the current, shattering like glass.

He choked on a few sips of water, and when he was about to suffocate, he woke up.

He finally recalled that he was still in the bath, fighting with Herron playfully.

"I won!" Herron bent his arms and leaned on the edge of the pool, whistling at him, "Although you have let me down a lot, I know."

Lucas poked his head out, spit out a mouthful of water, and slowly regained his senses, "I never taught you this trick..."

"You used this when you killed those fishermen." Helen rubbed his sore forehead, "I learned it."

Lucas wiped his face with his hands, "I have to say, your fighting skills are much better!"

"Just like your level of rhetoric." Helen smiled and stretched out his hand to him, "Lucas, if I could get to know you earlier, maybe I don't have to go through it again."

Lucas was a little confused, "Go again?"

Herron took the initiative to grab his palm and pulled him closer.

"But this time... we can grow together!" Herron said with a smile.

He reached out, wiped the water from Lucas's eyes, and gently pushed back the blond hair behind his ears.He moved his gaze down, and rubbed his fingers carefully over the family seal on his heart, and the uneven feeling came through his fingertips.

He gradually restrained his smile and his expression became serious.

"Lucas, sometimes we can be friends!" he said solemnly, without blinking.

Lucas stared at him for a long time before smiling lightly, "It's an honor."

……

After taking a bath, Herron decided to go to a brothel to find Apina.

Of course it was Lucas who led the way.

The brothel is ornately decorated, with many huts surrounded by gauze tents.The murals are unsightly pictures of carnival, and the reliefs are exaggerated reproductive totems.There are flower petals everywhere here, the aisle is paved with a thick layer of roses, interesting props hang from the ceiling, and there are unbearable sounds all around.

The prostitute feeds the petals into the mouths of her clients and wraps her round arms around their backs.Their clothes were as thin as cicada's wings, and they lay horizontally behind the gauze curtain, exposing their most secret parts. The dull air mixed with sandalwood was hot and weird.

Their beds are unclean, but those who indulge in pleasures do not despise filth.

The two came to a tent.Heron walked in and saw Apina lying on the bed.

Wearing a red gauze, Apina propped her chin lazily, and put a candied olive into her mouth.She can be described as having big breasts and wide buttocks, her lips are painted blood red, and her long red nails rub against her skin.Rubies are embedded in the hair, a ruby ​​pendant is hung around the neck, and the bracelet is also ruby.She and the ruby ​​complement each other; but for the ruby, her splendor would be half diminished.

As soon as Herun's eyes touched Apina, he was shocked.

Apina and Gnaia look very much alike, from hair to toes.

She was a degenerate version of Gnaia.

She caught a glimpse of Helen, was amazed, and said with a smile, "I made money today."

Heron didn't come near her again.He originally wanted to sit on the sofa beside him; after thinking about it, he thought it would be better to stand.

"I'm not here for pleasure, but I can give you money." He threw the purse over. "I heard you have a regular customer named Brutus. Tell me everything about him."

Apina curled her lips, took out coins from her bag and sprinkled them on her plump chest, "Well...he hasn't come here recently. He always has a straight face and doesn't like to talk, like a dumb with a twisted heart. His Bed skills are terrible, they can't satisfy me at all, soon..."

"That's not what I want to hear..." Helen interrupted her, "Did you hear any wills or seals from him..."

"Oh, this is something that belongs to the nobles." Apina clicked her tongue twice, "Do you think Brutus would tell this kind of thing to me, a lowly whore? I'm just a substitute..."

Heron lowered his eyebrows, "What substitute?"

Apina smiled, pulled out a yellowed underwear from the bedside, flung it twice in the air, and showed it generously.

It was an outdated lingerie, yellowed and wrinkled, evident from years of use.It was like an overwrought dry towel, although it was made of precious silk, its original color had long since faded.

"This is it." Apina shook, "Brutus wants me to wear it every time. There is also a name embroidered with silver thread on it..."

Her fiery red nails brushed against the protrusion of the silver thread, and she threw the underwear at Heron's feet, "I can't read, but I think you should be able to recognize it."

Heron squatted down and saw the name at a glance.

— Gnaia.

Heron had expected it when he saw Apina; but he gasped in surprise.

"And this..." Apina pointed to her hair, "This is the ruby ​​he gave me, and it is the most expensive gift I have ever received."

She took off all the bracelets and necklaces and placed them on the bed casually, "He seems to like red very much, doesn't he?"

She withdrew her hand and smiled seductively, "That's all I know. Brutus is here to vent his desires, so how could he tell me something about the family. You overestimated my position in his heart."

Helen turned his head aside, turned around and walked out of the tent.

The atmosphere in the brothel was unbearable.The two of them walked out quickly, clutching their noses, and quickly got into the carriage.

The fresh air after the rain made them breathe much easier.

"God!" Helen got into the carriage, "It's hotter than Pompeii volcano! Those people must be possessed by demons to be desperate!"

"Did you get any news?" Lucas picked up the whip.

"It's not useful at all!" Helen said disappointedly. "There is one boring thing, that is, Brutus has unreasonable thoughts about his adoptive mother! He is simply a shameless devil!"

Lucas froze for a moment, turned his face and said, "No wonder he is so obedient to Gnaia, just like a dog she raised."

Herron looked up at him, his eyes backlit.Lucas has a broad back and a very flat silhouette.His profile is tough and his nose bridge is high.The tip of the nose gathers faint light spots, like the moment when the sun breaks through the mountain barrier at sunrise.

Herron stared at him for a while, then got out of the car and sat beside him.

"Lucas, I said... I'm a generous host." He gazed into his eyes. "You can go inside and have fun, I think you should be very welcome."

The emotionally insensitive Heron didn't know, his eyes and tone showed a hint of temptation.

Lucas looked over and asked him, "Do you know the difference between humans and animals?"

"Man can use fire, but animals can't." Heron blurted out, "My servant taught me this when I was three years old!"

Lucas raised his eyebrows, "That's right, but I still have an answer."

"Say."

"Man only wants to have sex with the one he loves, but animals don't."

Lucas's eyes were deep and gloomy, as if he had made a solemn oath; it was also like a Protestant who vowed wholeheartedly to the statue of the gods when he became a Christian.His eyes are very firm, and his blue eyes are full of fixed brilliance, like a frozen glacier on the ocean, which cannot be shaken by storms.

And forever.

Herron felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Do you know that your words have already offended the emperor!" Helun said with a smile, "But... I am very happy to have a slave with high moral character!"

He paused, "Sometimes, they are also friends."

……

Antony's house was full of sorrow.Thick black gauze was hung in the atrium, the marble was damp and cold, and slaves swept away the muddy water to remove bad luck.The rain made it extremely dark, like a lifeless coffin.This icy color is always reminiscent of a crow with carrion on the tip of its beak.

In the center of the courtyard stood a plaster statue of the dead, and Daho was lying on a rocking chair in front of the statue, holding a candle in his hand.

That little candle was the only warm light in the ashes.

His eyes were glued to the flames without blinking.

Phoebe walked over in the mud, her shoulders trembling violently.Her dark bags were bigger than her eyes, and she was a little haggard for her age.

"You know that he has never learned to speak..." She said hoarsely, "Why do you make things difficult for him? Make him embarrass himself in front of so many people?!"

Dahoe glanced at her and slowly lowered the candle. "You started to speak for him so soon? I never saw you so sad when my father died."

"I'm sick of what you've done! What did you think of your father's funeral?! You're a madman trapped in power!"

"I'm trapped by power... so what are you? An idiot trapped by boring love?" Dahou sneered, "Unfortunately, if you really marry Polio in the future, it will be difficult to guarantee your marriage Children are not fools."

"Oh my God! You're scolding me in front of your father who just died?!" Phoebe screamed, pointing at the plaster statue, "I'm only bleeding Antony's blood, it's not your turn to scold me as an adopted son!"

"Unfortunately, you are just a woman. I am the head of the house now." Daho smiled calmly.

Phoebe gasped, her blue eyes turning red.

"Oh look at you now, my stupid sister." Daho raised his eyebrows, "Your face is as dirty as a mud well, the folds of your clothes haven't been straightened out, and your hands haven't even been properly attached to your face." Legs. You are such a crazy girl with no tutor, everything is so messy!"

"Oh! Get rid of your damn cleanliness, Daho!" Phoebe shouted in disgust, "If I lived like you, I would have gone to see Hades!"

"If you lived like me, you might become a queen." Daho smiled, "You should marry the emperor's son, not that pompous Polio. I can guarantee that if you marry him , there is only a dowry to pay, nothing to gain!"

"I'd love to!" Phoebe's eyes widened, her lips trembling with anger, "I don't want to marry Luchka, he's a jerk!"

"He's a softie, but he'll be an emperor." Daho said with a strange expression, "As the only woman waiting to be married in the family, you have the obligation to marry your cousin and open a way for Antony."

"I don't!" Phoebe screamed, "I'm not a tool for your career!"

Silan heard the quarrel between the brothers and sisters, and walked down the stairs quickly.

She didn't wear makeup, and she looked no better than Phoebe. The pain of losing her husband made her ten years older in an instant.Her eyes were red and swollen, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes, and her messy red hair was dull.

"Are you going to quarrel in front of the dead?!" She screamed, her nails digging into her palms.

Daho ignored her and continued to stare at the flames.

Phoebe ran into her arms crying, and complained, "Mother... Daho forced me to marry Luchka..." She took Slan's shoulders, "You know... how weak Luchka is! He At the dinner party, the favorite dish was placed far away from him, and he dared not stand up to get it! He is a weak person with low self-esteem!"

Silan patted her on the back and said to Daho: "Phoebe has the freedom to choose her husband. Her name is Antony, she has the blood of Augustus, and she has a strong dowry. She can marry the one she loves." people……"

"Because her surname is Antony, she should shoulder this responsibility!" Daho said indifferently, "I think my father will have the same thoughts as me."

"You should take your sister's feelings into consideration instead of blindly pursuing an official career!" Slan said.

"Enough!" Daho shouted irritably, "Why go after those boring things?! Why didn't you consider my feelings when you snatched my brother's olive orchard?!"

Slann paused for a moment, and cursed: "You ungrateful thing! For more than ten years, we provided for your food and clothing, married you, and let you inherit the position of the head of the family. Anthony is much louder than your original surname Already!"

"I'm just a product of your inability to give birth to a boy! If it weren't for me, who else would Antony inherit? Phoebe, who is a woman?!" Daho gritted his teeth and said, "I want to return the olive orchard to Boo Lutus..."

"How dare you!" Silan said sharply, "I am the emperor's younger sister, and your official career is in my hands! If you dare to let go back to the Olive Garden, I will make you lose your position as a judge and demote you to a commoner! "

Daho sat back in his chair, panting heavily, his face flushed with excitement, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

He completely lost his oratorial grace, like an asthmatic.

It took a long time before the panting subsided.He glanced at Silan, was silent for a moment, and raised the candle.

In the field of vision, Silan's face happened to be covered by quiet candle flames, which was very funny.

"I'm the new head of the family, and it's not my turn for two women to tell me what to do." He said, "You can get out."

Silan sarcastically said: "You can be infatuated with fire as much as you want! May you die in the fire like a sinful spirit! That is God's punishment for ingratitude!"

"It would be my honor to die in a beautiful thing." Daho smiled maliciously, and his bared teeth shone with sinister light.

Phoebe glared at him and helped her mother away.

Dahoe threw a contemptuous look at their backs and continued to look at the candles.

He flicked his fingers back and forth over the flames, the heat was fleeting at his fingertips, and he loved the brightness so much.

Sliding his finger, he touched the candle and frowned dissatisfied.

"Hey, Kuta," he called to the slave next to him, "There is a scratch on this candle. Next time, remember to buy a smooth candle, and don't let the imperfect candle carry the flame!"

The slave nodded stiffly.

Dahoe smiled at him, threw the candle on the ground, and the flame went out.

He got up and patted the ashes on his robe, smoothing out every fold.He was about to lift his feet to leave when he suddenly found that the reclining chair was not straightened, so he carefully moved the chair and left with satisfaction.

……

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the autumn wind is bitter, cutting through the air like a knife, mixed with the mournful cry of crows.There are more rainy days, and the sun doesn't visit Rome very much.Business is in the off-season of the year, and hawkers seldom set up their stalls.People began to stockpile food, men measured the size of the cellar, women weaved woolen cloth in the house, and clattered and pushed the loom.

It's just sunny today for the first time.

The sun is on the top of the clouds, and the sun escapes from the dark clouds like a golden veil.The weather was weird because of this, half cloudy and half sunny.

The white feathers of the dove are wet.They turned their heads and pecked at the fluff, and walked with their buttocks twisted. They didn't even peck at the rice grains, and they looked very indifferent.

Lucas practiced his sword next to the pigeons and did not disturb them.

Helen held the parchment in his hand and sat on the high platform.

After repeated reminders from Lucas, he gave up sitting on the fence, but stretched his legs out of the gap between the railings, and sat directly on the ground, with his straight calves hanging out.

The sheepskin scroll was half unfolded, but his eyes were not on the scroll.

He quietly looked at Lucas, through the hollow of the post.

Lucas's swordsmanship is superb, and his moves are beautiful.

He in the black robe is wielding a white sword, the cold light from the tip of the sword travels like a diamond, like lightning appearing out of thin air.He was surrounded by those lightning bolts, like a radiant black agate.

His blond hair was disheveled and wet, and his jaw was bony.From far away, Heron could feel the heat from him.

The female slaves were lying on the corner of the wall in twos and threes, laughing and peeping at him practicing sword.Herron understood.

Because Lucas at this time is indeed pleasing to the eye.

He stood up, shaking off the dust from his clothes, just about to open his mouth to call him——

The black agate stopped as if it had a consonant heart, raised its eyes to look at him while holding the sword, and smiled silently.

The word "Lucas" that rolled to Heron's mouth was swallowed back again.

They always have such a tacit understanding.

The corner of Helen's mouth slightly curled up, and he stretched out his hand to beckon him to come up.