I warmed his cold blood

Helen hadn't thought about eating or drinking for more than a month.

He would often walk out of the bedroom with bare feet, not realizing that he was not wearing shoes until the soles of his feet were stung by the gravel in the atrium; sometimes he even forgot that spring had arrived, and felt that he was in the summer when he met Lucas.

He has the illusion that he is in a state of out-of-body state, or that all the nerves in his brain have been twisted, which makes him often interrupt his thinking and forget like an old man.Excessive worry is like a growing sponge, gradually expanding in his thinking, crowding out his original normal intelligence, making him seem to be 50 years old.

Gattuso felt that he had fallen into a kind of "enchanted" mood.

Heron sat in a trance, his eyes were slack and dull, and the pupils of his eyes looked like black jade stones that had been put away for a long time and had not been polished for many years.He held the wax board stiffly, and the engraving pen in his hand was nailed to the wax layer, but he did not write for a long time.

"The wax plate has been pierced by your pen tip, Heron." Gattuso sat across from him, resting his chin in one hand, and reminded him with a prolonged ending.

Heron woke up, withdrew the engraving pen, and found a hole in the wax board.

This layer of wax used for lettering has lost its value.

Gattuso has already seen his abnormality, "The Roman army has been fighting in Judea for a month..."

Helen's hands shook violently, his face paled.The nervousness was like a hard iron hand, tightly grasping his already high heart, as if shaking his lifeblood.He opened his mouth eagerly to ask, but the stern side of his character still made him choose to escape at critical moments.

"Don't say it...Gattuso...don't say it. Just let me wait like this..." He interrupted trembling.

Gattuso squinted at him, "You really don't want to know? The situation of the Roman army?"

"I don't care about the situation of the battle." Helen choked, "I only care about whether my Lucas can come back..."

Gattuso froze for a moment, then shook his head slightly, sighing in pity.He patted Heron's hand, moved his lips a few times, and had an embarrassed look on his face.

"My dear cousin...you can cry if you want to." He couldn't bear to say, "Your brows are trembling..."

……

In the end, Herron sent someone to inquire about the situation in Judea.

Most of the Jewish rebels were lowly civilians and slaves.They have nothing but a fanatical soul, and they devote their souls to the worship of the gods.The temple is the inviolable bottom line of the Jews, and the fanaticism brought about by their faith surpasses their cherishment of life.

The itinerary of the Roman army is by no means overwhelming.The mob completely disregarded pain, life and death in order to protect a belief.

The soldiers won and lost, although many people were sacrificed.But on the whole, the God of War is still on the side of the Romans.

The riots are expected to subside in half a month.

Heron carried a candle and walked to Lucas' bedroom.

Since he often stayed overnight on the bed here, the quilt had long since been replaced with expensive silk.

The silver moonlight passed through the glass and sprinkled on the mattress in this corner.The silk reflected a bright silver light, much like a sparkling river, or sloshing half-melted cheese.

So the cold bedroom looks sacred and romantic, completely free from the hustle and bustle of the world; it seems that the legendary pearl elf was born, and the moment the scallop was opened, it was full of silver light.

Since Lucas left, Herron has been in fear.At this moment, he was also infected by the moonlight, and stayed away from those bad emotions for the time being.

He picked up the pillow, buried his head in the silk and dawdled a few times, smiling for no reason.In fact, he didn't feel anything except the cold silk.

He took Lucas' gladiator suit and short sword from the wall, and sniffed it up to the tip of his nose.

A faint smell of rust emanated from the leather armor and sharp sword, similar to the smell of blood that had been washed away, or it was itself.This smell is too light, like a wisp of light smoke, fleeting.

Herron had actually smelled many scents from Lucas.The strong blood aura when he was seriously injured, the cardamom scent that was stained by his cloak, and the most common, cool and light soap locust smell.

He didn't know which scent to label Lucas with.The charm of Lucas to him has exceeded his thoughts and expressions.To some extent, he was so familiar with Lucas that no matter what taste he used to describe him, he still felt that something was missing.

He kissed the leather armor and sword, took them into his arms, and hummed a song with his eyes closed.He swayed lightly, slowly following the rhythm of the song, and occasionally turned around, as if imitating some mime dance.

He was completely immersed in a beautiful fantasy, his soul seemed to have gone to the world of the songs he sang, no different from a dream, and his body was just as natural and unintentional as the words in the dream.His whole being lived in an unwarranted pleasure.

The slave standing at the door watched the master's dedication, and waited for a long time before opening his mouth carefully: "Master..."

Helen stamped her feet suddenly, as if waking up from a deep dream.He was startled, his face turned from white to red, "What are you doing?!"

"...Fritina is back," said the slave.

"Flitina?!" Herren said in surprise.

It's a familiar and old-fashioned name.

……

When she came to the atrium, Fritina was kneeling on the ground.Her clothes and appearance had changed so much that Herron could hardly recognize her.

She was dressed in a dirty white silk cloth, with elegant religious symbols embroidered on the satin, which had been soaked by mud so that it was difficult to distinguish the color; on her head was a crooked red scarf cap with a crown A jade bead that cannot be dropped.

"If I didn't recognize you, I would regard you as a poor relative who came to Polio." Helen glanced at her, "You are in exile in Judea, and your situation doesn't seem to be very good."

Felitina was a little agitated.She hugged his ankle, crying, "My master... Lucas saved me, he asked me to come back to you..."

Helen took a sharp breath, his forehead was rumbling as if being hit, and the picture in his vision became blurred.He had to support the slave beside him to ensure that he would not stagger because of his weak legs and feet.

"Is he still alive?" he asked happily.

"I saw him a month ago." Flitina said tremblingly, "I was a saint guarding the holy fire in Judea... There was a riot in Judea, and I should have been killed with the mob, but Lucas Sneakily let me go...he gave me some coins and water..."

"A month ago..." Helen was stunned.

Felitina withdrew her hand tremblingly, touching her body nervously.She was too excited, her eyes swelled with tears, her throat vibrated involuntarily, her lips and teeth were trembling, and she made a whimper-like sound.

After searching for a long time, she finally took out a cloth bag from her robe. The cloth bag was tied tightly with thin ropes, and it could be seen that she attached great importance to this bag.

Helen took it and opened it, and there were many yellowed parchment papers in a thick stack.The texture of the paper is already very hard, it feels pitted, and some places are even dry and cracked.

Obviously, these papers have been placed for a long time.Fortunately, the text on it was written with metallic ink, so even if the paper was dry and cracked, the handwriting was very clear.

Heron pulled out a piece of paper with a stamp on the end.

He was stunned.

This is Anthony's seal.It was this mark that he saw when he was coerced by Daho and signed the contract for the transfer of the rose garden.

"Do you remember Antony?" Flitina said, "As early as three months ago, he corresponded with the leader of the riot. This is all their letters in the past few months. Lucas said that you should As a tribune, I think it will be very useful for your career."

"Why do you have these letters?" Herron wondered.

"I was in charge of guarding the holy flame, and the leader of the instigator handled the letters in front of the holy flame. He grew up in a backward and remote village and didn't know Latin, so he asked me to ghostwrite and read the letter."

She paused, "So, only I know where these letters are kept."

Heron glanced at the contents of the letter and scratched the seal with his fingernails, "Daho, this fellow, is more greedy and despicable than Jupiter who turned into an eagle and snatched beautiful women away!"

"The chief has received him many times, right before the sacred fire. Of course he would not have known me, a lowly slave girl; but thanks to my late master, I knew him, and his name was Daho." Fleetie Na continued, "Two months ago, he served as the new governor of Judaea, but he planned a riot with the leader! He is simply the sinner who brought disaster to Rome!"

Helen looked over the letters one by one, looking very serious until he finished reading the last word.He straightened the letter, refolded the fabric, and wrapped it with rope.

"Fritina, I have decided to prepare a rich dowry for you, silk, gold or pearls, whatever you ask, I will grant it. Because you have helped me a lot!" He wrapped the cloth in his arms , solemnly.

Felitina quickly thanked her, pressing her forehead to the ground.

Daho's treacherous smile appeared in front of Herron's eyes.

Lucas, who was seriously injured and tied to the cross, the contract to transfer the rose garden, the decree to be reduced to a knight...these all seem to have just scabbed wounds, and when they are opened, they will bring greater damage than before. pain.

That was when he and Lucas were at their most helpless and coerced.Even if he is too lazy and doesn't care about it because of his smooth life, these experiences are like corals on the bottom of the sea, deposited in the torrent of memory, and they will always be vivid.

The rest is just his choice whether to bear the grudge or not.

Of course he chose to bear the grudge.

"You asked me just now if I remember Daho. I will answer you now, of course I remember him! And I can say that I have a very deep impression on him!"

Felicity looked up at him suspiciously.Helen patted the cloth bag in his hand, and smiled at her mysteriously.

……

The next day, as a tribune with veto power, Herron bypassed the Senate and delivered the letter directly to the palace in the name of vetoing the proposal.

Within a few days, the emperor planned to issue an order to re-appoint Dajo as the Grand Inquisitor of Rome.All nobles with official titles must go to the square in the center of the city to welcome the arrival of the new judge.

When Daho returned to Rome from Judea, it was at noon, and clusters of white clouds were crowded in the sky, so dense that they completely blocked the original blue.The weather seemed to be stuffy, with an unexplained hotness flowing faintly.

Helen was wearing official robes and sitting on a large copper chair under the stage.

There were nobles who were officials sitting around him, and their fancy silk clothes dazzled the audience.

Most of them sat upright, and occasionally whispered to their colleagues. The habitually raised corners of their lips showed uncertain emotions, such as envy or disdain, which were more mysterious than the weird spells written by wizards.

And their skin is thicker than the ice layer that suppresses everything in the God Realm. No matter how rough the waves are under the ice layer, they can be tightly suppressed under their calm skin.

Beautiful female slaves scattered flower petals on the high places of the square, and musicians held flutes and played festive movements in rows.There are also unqualified civilians who stop in the distance.

"He's here..." the noble next to him muttered in a low voice.

Helen looked forward, and in the rain of flower petals and gold powder, he saw Daho in full dress.

Daho sits in a raised iron hemisphere with artistic reliefs on the outside.He was wearing a black silk robe with gold embroidery on the edge like bronzing.His hair was sprinkled with gold powder, and his ink-lined eyes narrowed in contentment.The slaves clustered at his feet, pushing the wheelbarrow containing the iron balls, moving forward like waves.People's eyes fell on him like dense raindrops.

He raised his palm to catch the petals, and sprinkled them on his head intoxicatedly, with a weird smile, as if he had inhaled some psychedelic vanilla.

From a distance, he looks like a monster moving in a young shell.

He had a great time.This is the happiest time in his life.

The slave pushed the cart so that he was facing the audience, making the speech with a superior posture.

He looked down at everyone under his feet, and put on a look of compassion:

"I come from Judea, where the fires are burning, and the ears that are good at seeing the pain have been tortured. The mob with the heart of trouble is like a gangrene, and the heart of Rome is shaken! From Augustus flows The blood that comes down is questioned! I hate the instigators, just as I hate myself who cannot save the people from the fire!"

He began to speak of justice again.

"The noble and supreme emperor chose me as the chief justice in charge of Rome's fairness and justice. This means that my life will be spent in a reasonable and legal realm. I keep in mind the duties entrusted to me by the sacred position, and pursue truth and righteousness with my heart Protect Rome, engrave the names of the poor on the bones, and only see the law in the eyeballs. All words and deeds that violate the law will be criticized by me, and all evil deeds that violate human relations will be cast aside by me! I want to love with an upright and fraternal heart For Rome, if there is any disobedience..."

Suddenly, an arrow pierced through the wind and pierced his throat with a whizzing sound.

The nobles in the audience were in an uproar, and the pot exploded like boiling.

Daho's eyes widened in disbelief, and his Kodan-painted mouth opened and closed like a fish.He blinked suspiciously, as if he still didn't understand what happened, and wanted to continue talking, but a large amount of blood spewed out from his mouth, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.His body went limp, he lowered his head in a daze, and his chin touched the arrow as thick as a finger.He was stunned, and stretched out his hand to touch his neck. Seeing the blood on his palm, he didn't respond for a long time.The blood flowed like a cunning and fierce long monster, coming out of his neck in strands and strands, driving his body to swing up and down.

Soon, he collapsed in the hemisphere, his eyes wide open and he died.He died unaware of the fact that he was going to die.

The nobles screamed in fright, and many fled around with their heads in their hands, stepping on the floor-length official robes of their colleagues, and shouting the holy name of the gods.The female slave who scattered the petals screamed loudly and fell from a height.

The scene became extremely chaotic.

Only Helen didn't panic.

At this time, the emperor's guards came with armor and swords, and they were well-trained to confine the crowd like a wall.People rushed a few times and saw the unique armor of the guards, and the panic scene was temporarily controlled.

The emperor, dressed in bone phosphorous purple, walked up to the heights, and the red hair he inherited from his father was as clear as a flame in the distance.

The silk robes dipped in purple belonged to the emperor.In the vast Roman Empire, only he can use this rare color.

The officials restrained themselves and knelt down towards the purple silk robe.

"Antony petitioned to go to Judaea on the grounds that he bravely took on the difficulties in times of great calamity. This is just his conspiracy to kill my blood of Augustus! I lured him back with the title of Justice for Life. I hope you will always remember this moment he!"

The emperor had a gloomy face and a stern voice on the high platform, "He colluded with the mob, tried to use his faith to gain strength, and tried to make Judaism stand on his own, and he was the head of that tiny place! Even if this person dies, he should be flayed. The punishment of cutting out the tongue! This is a warning to those who have or will have a different heart! This warning has the same lifespan as the Tiber River. Even if the light of the sun and the moon fade, this warning will never be weakened..."

The emperor actually said a lot more, but Helen didn't listen.He just looked quietly at the body of Daho, his longtime enemy.

In the previous life, Daho colluded with Brutus and took away his Polio; in this life, he used despicable means and used his true love as a bargaining chip to take away his status as a patriarch.

Heron felt extremely happy.

All his old enemies finally paid the price at this time, and none of them escaped.

……

Gattuso received the news that when he came to Polio, the sky was as blue as an upside-down sea, without a trace of cloudiness, just pouring into people's eyes.If any color is pure and flawless to the extreme, it will have a shocking effect.Even the golden light of the sun can't cover the blue that seems to purify the soul.

Heron stood in the center of the courtyard, with his neck raised, staring at the blue sky silently, even more still than the lime statue behind him.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand towards the sky, as if he was stroking the extremely pure blue sky.

His official robe has changed, from the original golden red to golden purple, and the purple silk threads are tightly inlaid on the hem of the clothes, and the golden purple has changed into a sparkle.Under the sun, he looks like some kind of rare scallop, which can reflect colorful brilliance.

"It seems that you already know the emperor's new decree." Gattuso walked over, "The purple robe he rewarded you can only be worn by the lucky governor of Egypt!"

Heron was drowned in the blue, and was awakened by his voice, "Gattuso, even the underling of Hades, who is responsible for capturing the undead, is not as sudden as you! Daho's death should make you happy for a long time Bar!"

"Of course! But I am more happy for you." Gattuso smiled, "Egypt is the province of the head of state and belongs to the emperor's private property. He chose you as the manager of his private wealth. From now on, you can stay away from the dirty Senate, live peacefully in that rich place."

"Because I was loyal, and he saw it," Herron replied. "Daho helped me at the cost of going to hell. Without his letters, I would not have received such an honor."

Gattuso tugged at his purple sleeves and said with a smile, "Only a knight can be the governor of Egypt, and it was Daho who made you a knight."

He sighed with some emotion: "He was ambitious and made every step of the way, and finally died tragically in the public. But you—my simple cousin, in terms of political acumen, you are definitely inferior to that guy in Daho, but you got the most enviable result .”

Herron thought for a while and said, "Fate will eventually pay for everything you do, no matter whether it is good or evil."

"That's right, but you are undoubtedly lucky, much luckier than my cousin who deals with those white-haired monkeys every day!" Gattuso said, "As a housekeeper, you only need to follow the emperor's orders, and you don't have to spend money Too much thought to rectify."

He supported Helen's shoulder, and his tone was rare: "Your whole life is like living in childhood."

Helen froze for a moment, his eyes darkened, "Someone said this to me too..."

"Who said that?"

"...Lucas." His expression was deep.

Gattuso understood and reminded him: "The Jewish riots ended early because of Daho's death. The army will return to the city tonight. You should know this?"

Herron sighed, "I know."

……

When the moon climbed up the treetops, Helen had already taken off her official robes and changed back to her usual light clothes.

He stood in front of the bronze mirror at the entrance of the hall, combing his hair stiffly, his movements a little impatient.

When the comb met a hair knot, he moved too eagerly, and forcibly tore off a bunch of hair.

He suffered from pain, so he simply threw away the comb, grabbed his collar and took a few deep breaths, his fingers trembling violently.

Herron looked forward to and feared.He had to cover his mouth with his hands and squat slowly on the ground so that he would not lose his footing due to trembling legs.He was so nervous that his abdomen was cramping, his chest was stuffy like he was being strangled, and the blood rushed to his head.

He had never been so nervous in his life, as if all the things worthy of vigilance were concentrated at this moment, piercing his trembling soul.

He was finally about to determine whether Lucas was dead or alive.

He felt like a ghost awaiting judgment.

In the distance, the horn of the army entering the city sounded.Helen took the well water to wash his face, and walked slowly to the door.

There was a rustling sound from the trees at the door, and branches shaking.

This kind of movement seemed familiar, Herron's heart skipped a beat, and then throbbed violently.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Lord Polio."

This hoarse voice was like an iron nail as thick as an arm, nailing Heron's soul to the cross, and he could no longer escape.

Herren stopped in his tracks, with a dazed expression, without any movement.

Lucas jumped off the tree.He knelt down on one knee and lowered himself in front of Herron.

This is the scene when they first met, and they are not what they used to be.

Lucas just came back from the battlefield.

He was dirty and dark, his blond hair was dull and blunt, and there were dried blood stains on the side of his temples, his brows became sharper because of the blood and sweat, and his jaw line was strong and deep, showing the tough aura of a soldier, which was incomparable to him. Knife, sword, and steel are more in line with his temperament.His blue eyes were illuminated as clear as the sea, and all the sea water in the world rolled in those pupils.

He is still alive, still so powerful.

He raised his head, and smiled softly at Heron, with a gentle bloody smell.

Helen subconsciously stretched out her hand to stroke his blond hair, then retracted violently as if being burned by the blond hair.

His voice was trembling, and he asked tentatively, "Are you alive or dead?"

Lucas froze for a moment, looking a little worried.He stood up and took Herren into his arms.

"Of course I'm alive and not badly hurt. You see, my skin is hotter than yours."

Helen raised his hand, stroked his lower back, and slid along his spine all the way to his shoulder blades.He carefully felt his bones and tendons, his full and firm muscles, and his rough skin.

The temperature of Lucas's body was higher than his, and the heart that was separated from the leather armor and his chest was beating stronger and faster than him, as if Herron's heart was only beating because of resonance.

Herron confirms the fact that her lover is still alive.

At this moment, he wanted to yell hysterically, or simply cry.All the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head, washing away his sanity.

Herren's head was hot, he succumbed to his instinctive reaction, and punched Lucas on the chin, neither light nor heavy.

Lucas pushed him away in pain, rubbed his chin, and smiled helplessly: "I'm your Lucas."

"I know! You bastard!" Helen yelled excitedly, hoarsely, "Why are you hiding in this damn tree?!"

"I'm a private slave, and I came back from the army early." Lucas put his arm around his shoulders, "I saw you looking in the mirror at the door, and I wanted to give you a surprise."

He kissed Herron's forehead, "Remember? It was like this when we first met..."

"Of course I remember! You are much dirtier now than you were then!" Heron shouted, "You bastard who concealed his whereabouts and lied to me... Oh, I really hate you! I must punish you!"

He touched his waist, pulled out his sharp sword from the leather, swung his hand, and slashed at him with a sword.

Lucas moved away nimbly, and said with a smile, "Are you interested again?"

Gritting his teeth, Helen jumped up and slashed wildly.

In fact, he was so excited that his hands and feet were trembling, stars were shining in front of his eyes, he couldn't even hold his sword steadily, and his steps were chaotic and disorganized.His face flushed very red, and the eyes that had been empty for a long time finally came into focus.The wandering spirit returned to his body, restoring him to his suspended life.

Since meeting Lucas, his soul has died and been reborn many times back and forth.

Lucas easily grabbed his hand and smacked him neatly on the elbow.

Herren's hand lost strength, and the sword fell.His legs gave way and he fell down.

Lucas quickly hugged him and sat down on the ground.Herron was lying down with his head resting on his arm.

He was panting with exhaustion, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were fixed on Lucas.

They stared at each other in silence for a long time.

Heron sighed, put his arms around the back of his head, and kissed him.

They've longed for this kiss for a long time.When their lips touched, both of them shuddered, unconsciously embracing each other, and the breath hitting each other's faces glued together, inseparable.

Lucas bit Heron's lip and asked for his body fluid. He no longer had the sense to care about whether Heron would be in pain.Just from this kiss, he felt that he had merged with his lover, and he didn't need to use caressing or making love to deepen this feeling.

They are true lovers.For them, sex is just an add-on to love.

When they parted, the eyes of the two of them were already very dark.

"I miss you." Lucas said, touching his face, looking very serious.

Helen unbuttoned his leather armor and said, "Go to the bath first and wash off your dirty skin!"

His hands got into the leather armor, stroking Lucas' chest and abdominal muscles, feeling his real sweat and heat.His hand moved down dishonestly, making Lucas feel hot all over.

"We have a lot of time tonight..." Helen's fingers circled on his lower abdomen, and his tone was very meaningful.

……

Inauguration day is a month away.

Heron rode a horse and wore a golden and purple official robe, leading a large group of horses and slaves, and walked mightily through the territory of Egypt.They had just crossed the long Nile.

This is Egypt, rich and peaceful, embedded in the vast desert like emeralds on gold, becoming an oasis of beauty and nourishment.People wore gold and silver, beat woven tambourines, and stood on the polished stone road to welcome Heron.A woman with a clay jug on her head and a brightly colored feather cape pours milk for the passing procession.Egyptians have darker complexion, both men and women love to make up and dress up, and are good at working. Most of the food in Rome is transported from here.The temple building is magnificent, more atmospheric than that of Rome, mostly magnificent gold, very heavy.The golden dust is floating in the air, haloing the golden sunset.

Nowhere is gold more visible than in Egypt.

Holding the sword, Lucas rode beside Heron, and glanced at the surrounding scene, "I've never seen such a beautiful scene before!"

"By accident, I became the governor of this golden land." Helen said with emotion, "I never thought about it myself."

Lucas said with a smile: "What fate bestows on you is the best."

"So you are also the best, I only need you." Helen said.

He stepped on the stirrup a few times, and pointed to the team behind him with his chin, "I will give them a release order if necessary."

"It seems that I will be a slave for life!" Lucas said with a smile, "What fate bestows on me is also the best!"

"You'll never get a release order, Lucas!" Herron said. "You'll be mine forever!"

Lucas turned his face away, half of his body was dyed gold by the setting sun.From time to time, his calf touched the horse's belly, and the arm holding the rein was strong and graceful. His blond hair was gilded because of the setting sun, and his eyes were also uniquely orange because of the Egyptian gold, shining like red flames on the sea. The fire burns the cloud.

"I still say that..." He closed the door, and the ending sound was softly lowered.

"What?" Heron asked curiously.

"I would."

【End of text】

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