I warmed his cold blood

The two almost ransacked the house.

They tore down the gauze curtain from the bed, shook the clay pots to hear the sound, and even checked the candlesticks.Herron even ordered Lucas to crack the ivory ceiling, but there was only lime powder in the interlayer.

They didn't search over and over again, probably only the cobwebs on the wall.

Heron was so tired that he stretched out on the bed.Lucas slept next door to him.

It was already late at night, and the two of them planned to spend the night in this cold and lonely house.

He sighed wearily.

——Be sure to find the red ring and the will before Brutus, in order to keep your position as Patriarch.

Back then, he returned home from watching the wrestling in the theater.Before the thrill of the fight dissipated, he saw a man standing in the atrium with a will and a red ring in his hand, with a look of contempt on his face.

He took over the will.It bears the seal of Pliny, indicating that the heir of the family is "Brutus".

Brutus was the son of Pliny's mistress. For twenty years he had heard about his father's affair with the widow, but hadn't bothered to ask.He never thought that his father would leave his family property to someone other than blood.

He only knew that he lacked paternal love, but he never thought that he would be lacking to such a degree of indifference.

Pliny died suddenly, and the will had already been written.After half a year, Brutus regained the property.

This shows that the will is in a place that neither of them knows.It's just that Brutus found it first, and it took half a year.

In other words, the time left for him is not long, only half a year.

Heron slowly closed his eyes.The surroundings were very quiet, and he could hear Lucas's snoring, although it was not earth-shattering, but it was extraordinarily loud in this dead house.

Helen's consciousness was hazy, he felt that he was frozen in this dead silence, like an insect suspended in amber...

He was awakened by a rough clamp.

Candles are already lit.By the half-extinguished candlelight, he recognized the situation.

Surrounded by three men.They wore coarse civilian clothes, not slaves, let alone powerful people.

They are not considered strong, but their expressions are ferocious and fierce.But this kind of expression is too revealing, and it is suspected of acting deliberately as a deterrent.

"Don't move around! Or I'll kill you!" A man waved a knife in front of his face.

Helen was undoubtedly intimidated.He jumped up suddenly, his body suddenly burst out of strength in a hurry, and he tensed his thighs and kicked the cold light fiercely.

The knife swirled out as expected, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The three of them didn't expect his resistance, and hurriedly pressed his hands and shoulders.Heron was covered by black shadows and smelled a strong and fresh fishy smell.

He guessed that these people should be fishermen in the market, who mistakenly thought it was his house, and broke in and robbed it in the middle of the night.

And his guess is also true.

He was restrained by many hands, and he had the illusion that these three people connected into an octopus.He bit the arm dangling near his mouth, took advantage of the pain of the man to withdraw his hand, and rushed out of the encirclement like a shuttle.

Unfortunately, when he jumped out of bed, he missed his foot and fell hard on the ground with a sprained foot.

He was picked up by the fishermen by the hair.Forced to look up, he catches a glimpse of Lucas in a bundle.

Lucas leaned crookedly on the stone pillar.

The two looked at each other, and Heron saw Lucas's eyes were complicated.

With a thud in his heart, he realized that the situation was not good.

The fisherman grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall.There were stars in front of his eyes, his forehead was so painful that it was numb, and he lost the ability to resist.

"My God, take it easy! He is a nobleman of gold and wealth, and if he is killed, he will be sentenced to death!" A fisherman shouted in panic.

"I know! Damn it! Who told him to bite me!"

Herron was pushed to sit on the ground, and this angle allowed him to be at eye level with Lucas.

Lucas witnessed the whole process of his resistance without saying a word.

"Listen, what we want is money!" the fisherman pulled his hair. "Your family has hidden a lot of money! You nobles who should go to hell!"

There was an inappropriate burst of laughter.

Lucas tilted his head and jokingly said, "Aristocrat? They say you are an aristocrat. This is the biggest joke I've heard after Nero married the castrated Sporus."

Herron looked at him in bewilderment, and those sly blue eyes bumped into him suddenly.

Lucas smiled ambiguously, his chin raised exaggeratedly, revealing the noose around his neck.

Helen thought for a while, and cooperated tacitly: "Shut up, you bastard! It's your greed that hurts me!"

"Oh baby!" Lucas teased, "You are more greedy than me in bed. Isn't it because you are greedy for my body that you betrayed Mrs. Uris?"

The fishermen were shocked.They only heard about the promiscuousness of the nobles in the rumors in the streets and alleys, but never witnessed it with their own eyes.

"Hmph." Helen raised his chin, "Your body does fascinate me, but it's not to the point where I give up my life."

"What a coincidence! It's the same for me, you scumbag."

Lucas turned to the fisherman and said, "This is not his home. He and I are just slaves with no money."

"Do you think we will believe it?" A fisherman picked up a strand of Heron's long hair and sniffed it close to the tip of his nose.

"The spices he used to dye his hair can only be used by nobles!"

Lucas frowned, and deliberately played a relaxed tone: "Unfortunately, he is a little boy who satisfies the lady's desire. It's just a chance to taste the joy of having sex with me..."

"Oh shut up! Shut up! You shameless bastard!" Herron exclaimed with feigned embarrassment.

"We used an aristocratic carriage as an excuse to buy cinnabar. We wanted to go to the wild for a thrill, but when we passed by this mansion that had just died, we wanted to come in and get something valuable..." Lucas said, "The shop in the atrium You have also seen the black gauze that is only used in funerals."

"That's entirely your idea, and has nothing to do with me!" Heron exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course this has nothing to do with you. You only think about Chenghuan, and you still want to have sex in this ominous house! You forced me to sleep separately from you..."

"Oh! Shut up!"

Lucas stopped using obscene language.

"We turned this place into a mess, and even the ivory ceiling was smashed open by me. I want to take some money from the sale. Think about it, which nobleman would destroy his house like this?" he said.

The fishermen glanced at the mess and began to hesitate.

"If you still don't believe me, you can detain him and let me go back first." Lucas raised an eyebrow, "I'll go and tell Mrs. Uris, she is definitely willing to pay a lot for a beautiful male favorite It's a ransom. When the time comes, don't forget to share some with me..."

"You lunatic! You bastard!" Helen cursed loudly.

Lucas just looked at him playfully, showing straight white teeth.

The fishermen gathered together to discuss for a long time, and an older man came out with a knife in his hand.

He crouched down beside Lucas.

"You have provided us with a good idea, but we are not willing to share the ransom with you. You also know that the fewer people who know the robber's face, the better, so you are useless now." He pointed the tip of the knife again Helen, "That little pet boy is still useful for the time being."

"Anyway, he and I are going to die..." Helen sneered, "Why don't you let me beat this bastard hard before you kill him! He killed me! By God, if you let me beat him hard He, I swear I won't turn into a ghost to find you after death!"

The fisherman hesitated, but nodded in agreement.

Herron's hair was let loose.He stood up and walked over unsteadily.

Lucas pressed his eyebrows, and there was an ambiguous smile on his face again.The eyes of the two were glued to the air.

"It's really interesting." His voice was hoarse and deep, with some meaning, "Use your right hand and hit my neck hard. It's the most sensitive there, you know."

He spoke word by word, and the ending sounds elongated inexplicably.

Heron chuckled lightly. "That's exactly what I mean."

He crouched down to get closer to him.

The distance between the two was too close, and Lucas could feel Heron's breath, wrapping around him like a rose.

Without the slightest hesitation, Heron used the short sword tied to his wrist to cut the rope around his neck when he pretended to attack with a punch.

The taut rope bounced off and Lucas was released.

He quickly stood up, slammed his head on the fisherman's forehead, grabbed the knife in his hand while he was in a daze, and cut the rope binding his wrist with his backhand.The whole process takes only the blink of an eye.

The fisherman's companion rushed over in a panic.

Lucas pulled up the fisherman who was still in a trance, and stabbed him in the neck.

The fisherman faced his two companions, his eyes bulging in horror.On one side of the neck is the hilt, and on the other side is the exposed tip.The blade twisted half a circle in the neck, and then cut out from the throat horizontally.Blood spurted wildly from the gap.

Lucas opened his blood-smeared eyes, and looked at the stunned fishermen.He didn't wipe off the wet blood, and his blue pupils were suddenly embedded in the blood red.

He let go of the corpse and walked forward slowly, covering Herren behind him.

"Squat behind me," he said.

"Kill them for me."

"That's exactly what I mean, but you'd better close your eyes."

Herron complied.

A tragic movement came, scratching his whole body.It was a cannibalistic horror that made his hair stand on end, even though he got his wish.

Until everything returns to stillness, the time can be said to last extremely short.He was very convinced that this was a bloody massacre.

When he opened his eyes again, Lucas was wiping the blood on his face with the bed quilt, and his movements were unhurried.

He ended a massacre, bloody as if he had been doused in a bucket of thick blood, or as if he had been subjected to some kind of evisceration.

Helen was stunned by the scarlet eyes.

Lucas looked at him, "You shouldn't have opened your eyes early."

Helen froze for a moment and said, "You have already killed them."

"I'm just afraid you're afraid. I'm used to it, but you're not."

He lowered his head, "I'm sorry for the offense I just said to you. I just wanted to create a conflict so that you could approach me and cut that damn rope." He continued guiltily, "I'm still playing in the market during the day, and at night Thinking of killing the other party, I can't think of a more suitable identity other than an unfaithful lover."

"It's nothing." Helen shook his head, "If you don't do that, we're finished! You're very clever..."

Lucas put on a flattering smile, "That's because you are wise and can see through my intentions at a glance. You are as insightful as the goddess Minerva!"

"Shut up!" Herron glanced at him.

"There is a set of my clothes in the carriage, you go to the patio to take a shower and change into it. I will sit here and wait for you." He pointed to his right foot, "I sprained my ankle."

Lucas threw away the blood-stained cotton wool and walked up to Herron.He bent his legs and leaned forward.

"Come on." He turned his chin and pointed to the back.

Herron didn't quite understand his intentions.

"I'll carry you into the carriage before going to take a shower." Lucas pouted, "I'm worried that these dead bodies will come back to life and tie you up again."

"Boring." Helen cursed softly, but still limped over and climbed onto his shoulder.

Lucas lifted his legs up with both hands, pretending to be struggling and said, "I once stabbed a wild boar with black hair to death in the theater and dragged it into a hunting net. You seem to be like It's about the same weight."

Helen was not angry, but laughed out loud.

It was the first time Lucas had heard him laugh so close.He felt Heron's breath rushing towards his ears, his chest was trembling violently, the fingers gripping his shoulders were tightening, and his thighs were slightly stretched.He paid so much attention to details that he could even hear Herren gasping as he laughed violently.

Lucas didn't speak any more, he just walked in silence.

Suddenly, he thought of something and asked nervously, "Will it affect you if they die? Will the court sentence you?"

"No." Heron said firmly, "According to the law, it is legal to kill people who steal at night on the spot. But you, you brave gladiator, were actually tied up by fishermen."

"Oh, you also know..." Lucas breathed a sigh of relief, "Even a warrior like Spartacus is at the mercy of others when he is asleep. When I woke up, I was tied up by them."

He carried Herren back into the carriage, took a quick shower and changed clothes.

When he came back, Herron turned his head and looked at him.

"This silk robe suits you quite well, but it's a bit small."

Lucas coughed lightly, "I... I've never worn such a slippery material, it seems like it will fall off at any time."

"So what if you dress like a nobleman or a slave. We almost died together, and when we die, there's no difference." He raised his wrist. "If it weren't for this little dagger..."

"But we cooperated very well, and we survived!" Lucas smiled confidently.

After experiencing such a thrilling experience, the two of them lost all sleepiness.They didn't stop at the place where the three dead bodies were lying, and drove to the rose garden overnight.