I warmed his cold blood

As it turns out, Lucas' words were heard by the teasing Fever God.

Because in the early morning of the next day, it was he who curled up in the bed with a high fever, not his pampered master.

Gattuso left first with his wife and children.Herron planned to find a carriage and drive to Capua to catch up with them after Lucas recovered from his illness.

There is a different kind of vulnerability in the ill Lucas.

He was lethargic by the high body temperature, his eyes were squinted, his blond hair limply pressed against his forehead, and his cheeks were burning red.Two layers of woolen blankets were wrapped around his body, like a stiff mummy.

The hidden weakness was completely released, as if his well-disguised weakness burst out and gained the upper hand when he was sick.His wildness, his strength, are also eliminated at this time.

Herron pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her arms.He didn't intend to say soft words of comfort.

"You delayed our day's trip." Heron was condescending, and her slightly upturned voice was quite teasing, "If I miss the protection of the gods because of this, how do you want to make up for me who despises diseases? Huh?"

"Sorry..." Lucas said weakly.His voice was even hoarse, as if he had been struck by a weight of weight.

Herron touched his forehead, "God! Your forehead is as hot as a roasted pig's skin just out of the oven!"

After thinking for a while, he took out a sapphire from his shirt and hung it around Lucas' neck.

"This is an amulet enshrined in the temple. It can prevent diseases and increase wisdom. My mother asked for it for me." Heron said, "Now, I think you need it more than I do."

Lucas's breath was short, and his dark eyes lit up.His left hand slid up his chest, grasping the sapphire amulet.

Helen soaked the silk scarf in snow water, folded it into a square and placed it on Lucas' forehead.

"I'm not very good at taking care of patients." Helen wiped the sweat from his temples, "You know, I'm a strong master!"

"Of course not." Lucas smiled weakly, "You are a gentle master, the most gentle nobleman I have ever seen."

Herron wiped his face and neck with a wet towel, "Because of human nature, I think it is necessary for me to take care of you. This mighty gladiator's body should not die like a weak mouse."

"I won't die without your permission." Lucas looked at him, "I promised you."

Herron met his gaze.

The black pupils in those azure blue eyes suddenly enlarged and became deeper.His eyes began to wander, clouded by illness.At this moment, Heron's brick-red figure was reflected in his eyes, like a red sun floating above the ocean.

"Lucas, your eyes are so beautiful." Helen said admiringly.

Lucas turned his face away, and the pair of diamond-like eyes were also closed.He turned over, leaving Herron with his stubborn back.

"Turn around." Helen was a little annoyed, "A slave cannot turn his back on his master."

Lucas had no choice but to roll back, flushed, with a kind of coyness that a tough guy shouldn't have.His forehead hair knocked off the drying silk scarf, covering most of his eyes.

Herron pushed his forehead back, touched the front of his forehead, soaked the silk scarf again and stuck it on it.

Lucas kept staring at him through slits in his eyes.

All his seemingly domineering but caring actions were caught by Lucas.This eye-catching process lasted no more than a snap of a finger.

But with just one glance, Lucas saw him through from skin to bone.

Heron sat back in the chair, crossed his legs casually, and took a parchment scroll.

"I brought the scroll." He unfolded it. "It seems wise now that I don't have to waste time."

He faced Lucas and read the book quietly.

He has his back to the mosaic mural.The goddess on the mural walked out of the gate of God's Domain. She was radiant, causing the earth to vibrate, and the vegetation and spiritual creatures grew vigorously.

In Lucas' field of vision, Heron happened to block the position of the goddess.

He just sat quietly at the gate of God's Domain, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.A little angel wearing a laurel crown kissed his raised toes, sugar white clouds floated above, and behind them were dark green forests intertwined.His brick-red figure is like a stroke of extremely thick cinnabar, embedded in that undecorated world.

Lucas gripped the amulet tightly.

Helen was fascinated by the sight, and suddenly laughed out loud: "'If a person doesn't know which pier he is going to, then any direction will be wrong'...Oh, this analogy is really bad!"

"You're reading Rhetoric?" Lucas asked.

"Hmm." Heron nodded, "It was written by Nero's former mentor. He is sought after by thousands of people, but I don't think this metaphor is convincing. Many decisions to turn the situation around are made in an unconscious moment. He's generalizing. Like..."

He paused, "At the beginning you were willing to be buried under the lion's mouth to fill the hole in my money."

"I think there is some truth to it." Lucas said, "Even unconscious decisions are the product of long-term accumulation of emotions. Any decision a person makes has a reason that drives it, even if it is made in an instant."

Helen put away the parchment, and asked thoughtfully, "Then...why were you willing to die for me?"

Lucas was silent for a long time.His cheeks were flushed, the blood had faded from his eyes, and there was an ocean of pure blue between his golden lashes.He lowered his eyebrows, slowly curved his mouth, and his eyes were very peaceful, like a weather-beaten old man coaxing an innocent and innocent child.

"Because everything about me, from soul to body, belongs to you." He gave the answer.

Herron curled her lips, "This is really an uninspiring answer."

Lucas watched him, smiling silently.

When it was noon, Herron decided to make lunch on his own.

For fun, he had learned how to cook from the chef at home.He can fry fish and noodle cakes, bake bread with jam, and prepare sweet and sour vegetable salads. The taste is not very good, but it is not bad.

There are ingredients provided by the landlord in the HOS house, such as stone oven and stone pot.

He stacked sliced ​​onions, fish marinated in cinnamon, swirled in olive oil and dipped in flour.He hummed a folk song, didn't bother to wear an apron, and didn't care if tomato juice spilled on his clothes.The wine is filtered through a mesh and honey is added.He washed the oatmeal, shredded the purple cabbage, and placed sliced ​​carrots on the side of the plate.

The long-term exquisite life made him cook the meals during the journey exquisitely.

Lucas fell into a deep sleep.He was awakened by a puff of thick black smoke.

"God! This stone furnace seems to be cursed by Vulcan!" Helen fanned the fan, covered his nose with his free hand, and tears choked out of his red eyes.He was struggling to start a fire, but was unsuccessful.

In the end it was the dazed patient who lit the stone oven.

"You shouldn't put too much firewood...that'll just kill the fire in its cradle." Lucas's voice was nasal and hoarse like a dusty bellows.

Helen glanced at him, "Go back to bed and lie down! I don't want you to waste another day of my time."

Lucas wiped his runny nose, turned around and was about to go back.

"Wait a moment!"

Helen called to him, raised his hand to tighten his scarf, and touched the back of his ear by the way.He looked at the glistening sweat in his hands and said, "You sweat a lot, and you will probably recover soon."

Lucas' heart beat suddenly.

At this moment, Herren didn't treat him as a slave.he knows.

It was already afternoon when the two finished their meal.

Under Herron's urging, Lucas lay back on the bed after eating.With a wet cloth wrapped around his head and a woolen scarf wrapped up to his chin, he obediently obeyed the instructions and lay down.He had the illusion of becoming a child and being supervised by his parents, and this "parent" was Helen.

He suddenly realized that his relationship with Helen began to change; it was like a crack in a layer of ice, like a throb of life in a quiet eggshell.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Herron sat on the chair and looked up at him. "My servant reads me stories and gives me coconut sugar when I have a fever. He says stories can make my heart feel better." Pleasure, sugar makes my stomach happy and drives away diseases that feed on pain."

"To be honest..." Lucas said heavily, "It is a lifetime honor to eat the fish cooked by the master. I can guarantee that no slave has been able to enjoy this treatment from the city-state era to the present."

"I've said it before, Lucas." Helen rolled up the sheepskin and sat upright, with his feet neatly placed and his neck slightly tensed.The firelight illuminated his features, drove away all shadows, and reflected light from the stove in his lap.

His whole being is in the light, and what he says is also in the light.

"You can be my friend sometimes. Everything you have done for me deserves this title." He said solemnly.

Lucas froze for a moment, feeling warm, as if Herron stuffed another string of peacock meat into his mouth.

Helen spread the scroll and read softly: "Umia is walking in the forest. Her pink feet are sunken in the grass, she is so chic and breathtaking, and her long golden hair is wrapped around her waist like silk satin. Her facial features The beauty is impeccable, the butterfly is lying on her vermilion lips, and the eyelashes are like golden brushes. Her beauty makes the hard bushes clear the way for her, the tall trees gather their leaves to give her sunshine, and the squirrels bring her nuts. The grass and trees caressed can produce flowers..."

He couldn't read it anymore, "My God! How can anyone be so beautiful?! This is ridiculous!"

He pulled down the scroll and found Lucas staring at him. He smiled and said, "If you think this is ridiculous, I can change the story."

"No." Lucas smiled, "This story is fine."

Helen raised her eyebrows and continued to read: "All the gods favored her, and the spirits of heaven and earth were moved by her beauty. People and gods no longer admired Venus, and bowed down under Umia's skirt. The proud Goddess of Beauty is not willing to be defeated by mortals, she is jealous and decides to make Umia lose one of her normal senses and make her a disabled person..."

Lucas propped his head up, as if he was there.

"Venus came to the forest and was shocked by Umia's beauty. She hugged Umia contradictoryly, sobbing from her elegant neck, tears filled her golden eyes, and her snow-white arms kept trembling. Appreciating this mortal woman. She cried excitedly, her voice was as sweet as a clear spring: "Oh! Look, what an extreme beauty! What a beauty that I love and hate at the same time! Strong jealousy makes me ugly and my heart Like a poisonous woman!'”

"Venus couldn't bear to make Umia disabled. But God's vow had been made, and she had to fulfill it. She thought hard for three days and three nights. In the end, she made Umia lose a sense that everyone has. ability, but it can guarantee that she is still healthy and perfect..."

Herren paused, as if he was thinking about something, and did not speak out again.

"What ability?" Lucas asked curiously when he heard the excitement.

"The ability to perceive love." Helen read lightly.

Lucas felt a lump in his throat.

The author has something to say:

The story of Umia was fabricated by me. There is no such story and character in the mythology, in order to insinuate a dull person, um.

There is a follow-up to this story, and it will not be so short-lived.