I warmed his cold blood

In the night, Dahe came to his brother's house in a carriage.

Levi jumped out of the car, stretched out his hand, and helped the master down.Daho was already prepared, put a handkerchief on his palm, grabbed his hand through a layer of fabric and got out of the car.

Levi was expressionless, as if he had already gotten used to it.

The door was not closed, and it swayed with the cold wind, rubbing against the ground to make a sound similar to a witch's panting.He frowned, not thinking it was an orderly thing to do.

He walked in and took a closer look. His heart seemed to be clenched by sharp claws, and a layer of cold sweat broke out from his chest to his back.

The cold wind was blowing head-on, and he smelled a strong smell of blood, like the gate of hell's blood pool slowly opening.His brows and eyes were instantly fused together because of fright, numbness extended from his knees to his face, and his scalp felt cold.

Brutus was sitting on the steps, covered in mottled blood, like an executioner who had just stepped down from the execution ground.He bent one leg and supported his upper body with his arms. His hair was stuck to his forehead with blood, and his face was blood red.His face was covered with a layer of dried blood, as if his skin had been scorched.

He lowered his head, gradually raised his eyelids, and slowly looked at Daho, revealing many whites of his eyes, embedded in scarlet alone.

At first glance, Dahome felt like he had just bumped into the devil.

"By God!" he exclaimed, shaking with terror, "are you Brutus? My brother?"

Brutus was awakened by him, and his body twisted strangely, like several lightning flashes.

After getting a good look at Daho, he began to gasp violently, put his hand over his mouth and make a hissing sound.His tears welled up and mixed with Gnaia's blood, making him look like a buffoon with red paint on his face, extremely embarrassed.

He stood up unsteadily, fell to the ground, and struggled to stand up again, extruding a hoarse voice from the cramped space in his throat, "I killed her...I killed my mother...brother... "

He shuddered a few times and walked towards Daho with his feet dangling.

Daho was wearing a gray cloak and gray cotton boots. He was spotless from head to toe, like a clean and smooth gray glass bead.

Brutus' vision trembled, and he stretched out his hand stiffly towards the gray figure, like a soul waiting to be redeemed trying to grasp the holy light from the gods.

"Stop him! Don't let him touch me!" Daho jumped back and ordered Levi in ​​panic.

Levi immediately stopped him, cut his arms back, and tied him tightly behind his back.Brutus screamed in pain, with tears streaming down his face, he knelt down humbly to his biological brother.

"Master Antony..." Seeing this situation, he had to change his name, "Please save me...I didn't mean it...I don't want to kill her at all..."

"You killed someone! It's still your adoptive mother!" Daho gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I can help you with anything?! I'm taking official power to risk your actions! This is not the same as forging a will Same!"

He was out of breath, his neck and face were flushed, and his thick blood vessels protruded, as if he was angered by his brother who did not live up to him.

Brutus froze for a moment, lay down on the ground and cried, scratching the ground with his fingernails as if venting his anger, his fingertips were worn out and bleeding.

"That damn bitch lied to me..." He said angrily, clenching her fists tightly, "She clearly promised to do everything for me... But she was still led by stupid and boring dogma..."

Daho glanced at him, "I'm afraid your wish for Polio has come to nothing. That ugly female slave went to the province, and Polio issued her a release order..."

"Ah! ah! that damned Polio! that ostentatious thing . . . "

Brutus suddenly yelled, and beat the ground hard with his fist, making blood all over the place.He pulled out his hair in despair, gritted his teeth, and kept swearing, saliva and tears flowed out and stuck to the ground.He struggled and fell to the ground like a tortoise, let out an ugly and sharp growl, and trembled with anger.

"That incompetent guy...he gets so much attention because of his womanly face...just like his disgusting father..." He cursed bitterly.

"That guy with no masculinity is not worth mentioning at all." Daho said contemptuously, "Fortunately, he doesn't have the ability to engage in politics, otherwise he would only dirty my eyes."

Brutus seemed to see hope.He slowly straightened his body, his yellow teeth were exposed from between the bloody mouth, the corners of his mouth hooked strangely, and he smiled stiffly, his whole face was like an ugly mask discarded by someone.

"My lord... that kind of guy who looks like a carrion corpse should be dealt with... What's more, he is Gattuso's cousin, and he will be your big trouble in the future."

Daho nodded and sneered disdainfully, "Of course I know that, sooner or later he will be cleaned up by me, but now is not the time..."

Brutus was startled, and said in a panic: "How long are you going to let him run free?!"

He shed tears again, pleading in his eyes, "You promised me to help me get rid of Polio... I took all the responsibility for you. You also know that once that child is found in my house , I am going to be hanged! Please... you are my brother..."

Daho was silent for a long time, looking indifferently at the weeping Brutus.He thought for a while, paced back and forth, his footsteps were chaotic and impatient, his short body swayed.

Suddenly, he stopped, looked sideways at his younger brother, knelt down and said, "You really...resent Polio so much?"

Brutus jumped up from the ground, wiped his face indiscriminately, and said solemnly, "Oh my dear sir! I swear to God! My hatred for Polio can last to the bone, even if I All bones and souls are reduced to powder, and I will curse this disgusting last name at the last moment!"

"That's good." Daho smiled sinisterly, "I'll ask you again, if you were to kill Polio at the cost of your life, would you be willing?"

"Of course I would!" Brutus said without hesitation, with a sad face, "My mother is dead... But in fact, she was indirectly killed by Pliny! I just let her go The only light in my life is gone, revenge on Polio is the reason why I didn't commit suicide!"

"Very well." Daho laughed, then whispered, "Listen to me...my dear Brutus, you have every chance of revenge..."

He changed into a mysterious tone, "You have raised two lions, and a baby that Polio valued..."

Brutus seemed to have received an oracle, he was stunned, and his body no longer trembled.His dull eyes were instantly lit up, as if he had been greatly inspired.

Dahoe continued: "I think you know what to do. The desire for revenge is always a spark of wisdom, isn't it?"

He glanced at Brutus, without further explanation, he walked out of the eerie house with his bodyguards.

When he was about to get in the car, he whispered to Levi: "You must pay more attention to him these few days and monitor his every move."

Levi thought for a while and said, "Are you going to make a move?"

Dahe sneered: "He killed someone, I dare not guarantee him. He is only one step away from death, why not let his death bring some benefits to my brother. This can also be regarded as helping me get rid of a serious problem, It's easier and quicker than using a child to blackmail Gattuso into making concessions."

Levi was shocked by his cruelty, and asked in a daze: "...Borrow your brother's hand? Get rid of Gattuso?"

"Once Gattuso dies, I'm the biggest suspect!" Daho glared at him, "It's better to let my younger brother bear the blame for me, anyway, he lost the chance to stand up and is no longer useful... ..."

Levi felt a chill in his heart, and panicked towards his ruthless master.

He didn't dare to say much, and could only obediently obey the master's orders.

……

Herron followed Gattuso's words and prepared to compete for the position of tribune.

The election of tribunes is earlier than the election of senators.There is no minimum age limit for this position, and it aims to protect the interests of civilians. There is no requirement for debate, and most of them will test political opinions. It is the first step for an inexperienced novice to enter the political arena.

Many children of noble birth usually use tribunes as a springboard to enter the Senate.

Herron's life entered a positive and happy period.He found his true love, and he also had a direction to fight for.He is like a skilled captain sailing on a predetermined track, everything is so calm; in front of his eyes, there seems to be no rocks or whirlpools.

The next step is to become a tribune, and then use this as a reward to enter the Senate.

After finishing his homework all day, he lay on the rocking chair in the atrium, closed his eyes and meditated, with a scroll spread out on his lap.He had just filled his head with political arguments, and now he desperately needed a break.

The weather was very sunny and the temperature was comfortable.The hollow of the dome encloses a round blue sky, which is clean and transparent.The sun shines in from the hollow, and the golden rays of light slant in, like a bunch of golden gauze blowing in the atrium, illuminating the area.

Helen lay quietly in the spot of light on the ground.In a somewhat gloomy environment, he is illuminated by a unique beam of sunlight, which is very conspicuous.He pushed his hair out of the back of the chair, and his long dark hair fell straight down.His hair is thick and thick, a little naturally curly, like a black waterfall, making him look very feminine.

With his eyes closed, he heard the sound of powerful footsteps, and faintly felt a black shadow looming beyond his eyes, getting bigger and bigger.He smiled softly, without opening his eyes, and said directly, "Lucas?"

Lucas had just finished his sword practice, and his whole body was covered in sweat, reflecting the light in the sun, as if he was wearing a layer of shiny armor.His breathing was still short, his whole body was hot from strenuous exercise, and his pulse was throbbing in the top of his head.

He took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee, "Are you looking for me?"

"Yeah." Helen opened his eyes, tilted his head to look at him, and wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, "You've been practicing all morning, I want you to rest for a while."

Lucas laughed: "You've been tired all morning. I can swear that the work of reading, writing, reciting, and publishing political comments is by no means easier than the physical work of swinging a sword."

"So..." Helen smiled, "I want you to help me relax."

He handed him the scroll, "Continuing from last time, read on. I like to hear your voice."

Lucas took it over, stunned for a moment when he saw the text, and said, "Umia?!"