I warmed his cold blood

Lucas' burn healed quickly.Much of the swelling faded, leaving a less-than-even surface.

He stood in front of the bronze mirror, pulled the neckline to the crook of his arm, unscrewed the ointment box, dug out a big lump in the box, and applied the herbal paste on the scar with his fingers.

He moved his gaze down to the scar and suddenly smiled.

Herron raised the curtain of his room and saw Lucas smirking in the mirror.

"What are you laughing at?" He walked over.

Lucas straightened his collar and said respectfully: "I hardly ever look in the mirror, especially such a beautiful bronze mirror."

"As I said, your life will get better and better in the future." Helen said, "I will try my best to help you."

Lucas took a breath and said, "Me too."

Helen sat down and looked up at him slightly.The sunlight hit his lips through the small window, and the originally rosy lips turned pale.

This is a familiar lip color.Herron's eyes quickly traced back to his death.

This seemed to be an instinctive behavior, and it was done automatically before he had time to stop it.

"Lucas," he said in a muffled voice, "I want to take you to inspect the property."

"Let's go now?"

"Well. Let's go to Latham, where my father's former residence and rose garden are located." He paused, "I'll just take you there."

……

The carriage bumped on the road because of the potholes in the city of Rome.Helen lay halfway in the car, lazily chewing dried olives.

The road became more and more rugged, the population became chaotic, and the noise was mixed with high-pitched shouting.Fresh fish jumped out of the bamboo baskets and rolled in the mud; the smell of bread intertwined with the fishy smell, and the greasy smell of fresh meat that had been sunbaked for a long time.Everything is so messy and muddy, and gatherings always have this chaotic vitality.

The horse was strangled sharply and let out a low hiss.Helen swayed and glanced ahead slowly.

Lucas held the reins, with one leg crossed over the floor and the other dangling casually.He held a grass-like plant in his mouth, with a rough and wild temperament.

"What's wrong?" Helen asked slowly.

"There are too many people here, and it's not easy for a carriage to go there." Lucas said with a sideways face.

Herron's eyes were against the light, and he could only see the silhouette of his side face, not his looking inward.

He grabbed a pickled olive at random.

"Go on." He threw it over.

Lucas raised his elbow to catch it, his hand drew an arc in the air, and the muscles in his arm bulged due to the sudden burst of movement.

"Your reward." Heron said, pulling himself up, "I want to get out of the car. This seems very interesting, doesn't it?"

The carriage stopped on the side of the road, and the two walked into the market.Sausages are hung in tiers, and growers sprinkle water on radishes.Strong men are carrying wine barrels, and young women are spinning in the deep room clangingly.Dirty children run around with candies, their exaggerated faces make them look like little monsters.

Helen usually doesn't get in touch with these things very much, and he doesn't show any interest in exploring them.

He bought a bunch of expensive roasted peacock meat and ate it slowly with an elegant posture.

He would have bought it for Lucas.

"The stomach of a slave cannot hold the food of a nobleman." Lucas rejected his kindness with flattering words.

"You are very self-aware." Helen chewed the meat, his lips were smeared with a thin layer of oil.

"One must know one's place, my master," he said with a smile.

The two walked together.Gradually, the noise and filth of the bazaar disappeared, and the Colosseum surrounded by countless arches rose up in the distance. The marble reflected the red of the setting sun. From a distance, it looked like a silent and solemn hero looking into the distance for a long time.

The store on the side of the road has turned into a small shop selling goods. It is much quieter here and has a different world.Due to its proximity to the Colosseum, most of the merchandise is related to gladiators.

The heavy and cold tridents, hatchets, and sharp swords were all imitated into miniature versions, only the size of a thumb, and displayed on the booth like children's toys.

Helen pointed to the front with a skewer, and said casually: "Here, you should be quite familiar with it."

Lucas chuckled from his nasal cavity, a kind of calm after the storm.

He did not answer the master's words, but stopped in front of a shop.

"It turned out to be like this..." Lucas picked up a small dagger.

The small sword hilt was fastened with a thin red and yellow cord, which was made into a pretty cheap bracelet.

He rubbed the lines on it with the ball of his finger, and smiled inexplicably.

He held it up again, and it flicked back and forth across the sun in his field of vision, a shadow moving across his face.

"Still...sharp," he said.

"Do you like these very much?"

"Oh no, I just think it's weird..." Lucas laughed. "I've killed a lot of people with it. It was so fierce, but now it's kind of cute. It's so weird."

He held up Herron's right wrist and tied the bracelet on it. "This can be used for self-defense," he said. "You wear silk robes, with onyx on your shoes, and gold rings on your fingers. Bad people will have evil thoughts."

Herron moved his wrist closer.

"Use this?" He asked, staring at the dagger.

"Yes. Use it to slit the throat of someone who wants to hurt you."

Heron twirled his wrist, thought for a moment, and bought it.

They wereted no more time.The dense flow of people has receded, which made the journey smooth.Finally arrived in Latham before sunset.

Pliny's former residence is very similar to Polio's, simple and grand.When the sun was setting, the marble had already been stained with twilight. It was a cold and bleak color, strangely mixed with sunset red, like the color of half-cooked crab shells, which made Heron feel uncomfortable.

He didn't know whether the revulsion stemmed from the grotesque tones, or the complex emotions towards Pliny; or if the so-called emotion didn't exist, it was just a tangle caused by unrelated blood.

The house seems to die with the death of its owner.The patio stores abundant rainwater, and the shrines, dining tables, and candlesticks are all arranged in an orderly manner, but they are dead silent and empty.It is like a well-preserved corpse, the flesh is still fresh, but the organs have died.

Lucas led the horse to the back of the hall.He poured a basin of water over the horse's back and brushed its mane and tail.The horse has been running for a day in the sweltering heat, and its eyes are squinted tiredly. It is rare for the horse to lie down and sleep under gentle care.Usually, it always sleeps standing up.

Lucas patted its head with a smile and walked into the atrium.

He sees his master.

Helen stood under the dome, the golden red of the setting sun lightly brushed over his head and surrounded his body like a beam of light. His white robe was dyed a golden red at the top and deep at the bottom, and his skin was delicate and ruddy.He was probably the only light in the darkness, so that Lucas could see the golden-red dust floating in the air, still and distinct.His bushy eyelashes cast a shadow below, his straight shoulders were gilded, and his knuckles were clearly defined.

Lucas felt that the sky was golden red, and even his own eyelashes were golden red.In fact, there were sea-blue murals, grass-green glass, and bright yellow candlesticks all around; but he ignored them.He felt the golden red burn his eyes.

"Lucas, I need you to help me find something."

"Please speak, master."

"A box of solid gold, about as long as your little finger."