I warmed his cold blood

The gladiatorial fight has begun.

Lucas' opponent is a dark-skinned net fighter with a trident and iron net.He raised his left arm high and swung the iron net, making the sound of breaking wind, with earthworm-like blood vessels protruding.

The two walked in circles vigilantly.Suddenly, the net fighter jumped, and the iron net roared and crushed him.

Accompanied by enthusiastic applause, Lucas raised his shield and blocked it with his backhand. The metal hit sparks, and the sound was as piercing as sharp claws slashing through the air.The edge of his sword flashed faintly along the edge of the shield, pointing directly at the wrist of the net fighter.

The net fighter drew back his net, and the net bent into an exaggerated curve in the air.With a low growl, he grabbed the trident and stabbed Lucas, who narrowly avoided, causing the sand to fly like a whirlwind.

In the sand and dust, the net fighter lowered his upper body and threw out the net.Lucas flashed past, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

The dagger spun around in his callused palm, and was nailed into his left wrist like an iron nail.Blood gushed out of his flesh, and the intense pain did not tame him.He simply dropped the net, twirling in the air and falling into the bonfire.Before Lucas pursued him, he pulled out his trident and attacked again.

The distance between them was too close, and the square shield had no gaps to insert. Lucas drew out his dagger to defend, and the splashed blood condensed into balls in the air.

The two fought hand-to-hand many times, and in the final blow they fought to the death.Iron collided with iron, and the friction made a sharp sound that made people tinnitus.This is pure power play.

During the stalemate, Lucas pulled out his left hand, losing half of his resistance, and the trident approached with a flash of light.In the nick of time, he slammed the opponent's shoulder with the square shield, and the net fighter bowed back in self-protection.He followed closely, and the dagger was pressed against the carotid artery in an instant.

The victory and defeat have been divided.Net Fighter resignedly stretched out his index finger, which was a gesture of admitting defeat.

The cheers surged, and the people cheered and praised.The woman playing the harp poked her head openly, looking back and forth at their conspicuous muscles and sweat.

Lucas was panting heavily, his blood almost boiling from the intense fight.He took off his helmet, turned his head slightly, and fixed his gaze on Heron in the distance.His forehead was wet with sweat, and his cheeks flushed with excitement.From the tip of his chin hung a quivering bead of sweat, clear as a diamond in the light of the campfire.

He is waiting for the order of the Patriarch.

Helen adjusted his sitting posture, looked into those blue eyes and said, "Leave him alone. He is an excellent gladiator."

There were frustrated boos from the audience, this kind of decision that was so close to the skin was really disappointing.People want to see blood, it seems that this is the deepest enjoyment.

Back then, he had ordered Lucas to kill the net fighter, just to win everyone's applause.And now, he wanted that man to live.

He was a little surprised at his own transformation: after death and rebirth, he could appreciate the meaning of life better than before.

Lucas put away his sword, and stretched out his hand to his life-and-death opponent.Net Fighter's skin was as dark as charcoal, his thick lips moved, and the whites of his eyes were like milk embedded in black ink.He tilted his head to look at Heron, and forced his arms to kneel down to him.

Lucas withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and stole a glance at Herron when he turned around.

Harun rewarded them with money and jewelry, and asked slaves to pour wine for them.The two drank up the wine in their cups, saluted and left.

The woman's slender fingers stroked out a beautiful chord.The guest's face was flushed, and his fingers were full of greasy luster.Some are in a good mood and will reward slaves with a glass of wine.

Food is getting less and less, and people are walking more and more.

In the end, only Gattuso and Sura remained at the table.

Heron was slightly drunk, and his throat felt hot after being pickled with alcohol.

"Oh! Damn the Senate! Damn the emperor!" Gattuso was drunk, and began to speak indiscriminately, like a beggar who was drunk on the street.

"Playing with the will of the people... polluting the land of the gods..." He belched vulgarly, and the ending was slow and drawn out.

Sura hastily poured milk for her husband.

Helen glanced at him lazily: "You lunatic."

"That group of monkeys in white robes...well... what they do every day is waste their saliva...a bunch of stupid things..."

Herron took the milk, opened Gattuso's mouth, and poured it straight in.

"Talk more, and you will be thrown into the theater to feed the tiger!"

Gattuso coughed a few times, his face flushed.He slapped his thigh and jumped onto the table with a bang.

"I must have committed a very serious crime, and the gods will punish me for working with a bunch of white hair-plucking monkeys..."

He lowered his head again, stared blankly at Heron, and suddenly laughed nervously: "My God, cousin! You were even stupider than them when you ate candles! You had candle crumbs all over your mouth, and you asked me if the wick was Not its seeds... hahaha..."

Helen didn't bother to pay attention to his crazy words, and dragged him off.

Sura hastily wiped away the milk stains from the corners of her husband's mouth.

"Oh... Speaking of candles..." Gattuso's tone slowed down, "I bought a batch from Capua, and it hasn't been sold yet..."

"Have you been doing business secretly?" Herron was astonished, "The elders are not allowed to do business! Gattuso, are you crazy?!"

He was answered by the sound of vomiting.

"Sorry... Helen." Sura patted her husband on the back, "You don't need to pay attention to him, we brought the slaves here, and we will clean up here."

Seeing the mess and the crazy cousin, Helen sighed and walked out of the garden.

The cool wind blowing against his hot cheeks made him feel better.The night sky was so clean that there were no stars or clouds, which allowed the moonlight to soak the square, stone pillars and trees without hindrance; and everything was cleaner because of the moonlight.

The silence without human voices gave Helen the illusion of blending with nature, and all disputes were far away from him.He has passed by here countless times, but he has never been able to see the strange beauty of familiar scenery like this moment.

He walked under the tree, and there was a rustling sound among the trees, as if a branch was shaking.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Polio." The voice was hoarse, like rubbing a handful of yellow sand in the arena.

Helen looked up in shock.In the dark shade of trees, a vague shadow.

Even in the darkness, Harron recognized his voice.

Lucas jumped off the tree.He knelt down on one knee, his whole body exposed to the moonlight.

He raised his hands, "I picked this up in the theater."

The emerald necklace lay quietly in his palm.Heron glanced at it, but didn't take it.

Back then, the two did not meet like this, and this necklace changed its direction.

"Didn't the people in the fighting field catch you back?"

"I injured them and escaped. I have been hiding in the tree and waiting for you."

"The necklace is my reward for you, you can keep it."

Lucas put his hands down and looked up at the same time.The two looked at each other.

The blue eyes were set in deep-set sockets, and the moonlight made them translucent, clear as glass beads.He has sharp eyebrows and eyes, exuding a submissive temperament.A lock of blond hair hangs down the bridge of his nose, where he probably fell when he jumped the tree.He was strong and toned, with gracefully stretched shoulder blades and an air of masculinity about him.

Heron had never seen Lucas like this, like a tiger with its claws drawn.

In his last life, he indulged in fun and bought many excellent gladiators regardless of his mother's objection. Lucas was one of them.Most of the time, he stood on the high platform of the private training ground and glanced at him hastily.

In my impression, Lucas holds a shield and holds a sword, always showing his sharpness.

"Lucas." Helen said softly, "Your name is Lucas." He repeated.

"You know my name?!" Lucas was excited, looking like a child who found a new toy.

"I know, and I remember it very clearly." Heron said, "Why did you find me? It's not just to return the necklace, is it?"

"Yes," Lucas admitted readily, "I want to be your slave; in other words, I want you to be my master."

"If I refuse, you will see a horsewhip dipped in salt when you go back, right?"

"Of course. But..." Lucas laughed, "Compared to seeing you, that little punishment is nothing."

"Oh, brave Germans." Herron teased, "Tell me why I have this honor."

"Because I want to shed my blood for Polio, die for this great surname, and die for this noble family..."

"Shut up!" Herron interrupted him, "I want to hear the truth."

Lucas was silent for a while, "Because you are the kindest nobleman and the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Your slaves must be doing well!" he said.

Helen snorted lightly, "Don't describe me as beautiful."

"Oh, that's... the most beautiful person! I don't know how much better than the Venus on the mural!" Lucas smiled all over his face, "I'm sorry, I haven't read a book, and I can't read."

Helen ignored his flattering smile, "Okay. From now on, I will be your only master. I want you to be loyal to me forever, obey me unconditionally, obey any of my orders, and abandon any thoughts of your own, whether it is Right or wrong."

Lucas clicked his tongue, blinked his eyes a few times, and said in embarrassment: "This...it's hard to do! You also know that thoughts can't be controlled, and they will come out by themselves. Like soap locust water bubbles Soak, gurgling..."

This is not a normal answer, and Helen was a little surprised.He was contradicted by the lowly slave, and in a way, he lost face.

"Then don't let me notice!" He warned sternly.

Lucas smiled silently and didn't say any more insults.