I put out his fire

Because of hunger, Nero ate three bowls of porridge in one go.Considering that his stomach was still fragile, Rhodes refused to serve him the fourth bowl.

The look flashed in his eyes like algae.Nero was lying on his back with his arms resting leisurely on the back of his head.

When the sun shines on him, just a little light can penetrate his clear pupils to the end.As a result, his eyes were filled with clean golden light.

He turned his face sideways, with a little playfulness of a boy between his brows, and looked at Rhodes who was repairing the sink.

Rhodes turned his back to him, and his sleeves were rolled up.He used iron pliers to pry off the long nails of the sink, scraped off the red rust on the surface, and nailed them again.

He patted off the residual rust on his hands, and said with a smile, "I don't want to drink water that tastes like rust."

His vividly black hair falls to his shoulders, and the light hits it like a black fabric with colorful luster.

Nero looked at his black hair and asked softly, "Why are you so familiar with waves and ships?"

Rhode's eyes froze for a moment, and a sharp light flickered between his brows and eyes.He turned around as if nothing had happened, and said in a casual tone: "I have passed this sea by boat, and it has been many times."

"How many times?" Nero turned over and lay on his side, propping his cheek with one hand, and the baby fat that hadn't completely receded was pushed out.

He said curiously, "Tell me, Rhodes."

Rhodes chuckled.He glanced at the sea view from the window, pointed to Nero's porridge bowl, and joked, "More meat than cereal."

Nero was a little puzzled: "But you have been living in a military camp in the wilderness..."

"But I need to fight!" Rhodes made up a reason.

He lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were as stubborn as a rock.He didn't show a trace of panic, and his tone was irrefutable, "You know, marching and fighting always requires wading through mountains and rivers!"

Nero looked at him quietly, without further questioning.He looked serene, his silver hair curled up like sheep's wool, and he looked very sensible.

Rhodes turned his back again.He tapped for a long time to fix the leaky sink.

"By the way." He buried his head in his long hair, and said in a loose tone, as if he was just casually saying, "I forgot to say that the merchant ship... actually belonged to the Otto family. They suffered a heavy loss this time, at least ten. A marble villa!"

Nero froze for a moment, "What a coincidence."

Rhodes just turned his back to him and smiled without saying anything.

……

Nero slept almost all day.

When he woke up again, it was already night.

Dilapidated candles were burning in the cabin, and their light hung like grains of gold in the darkness.

And Rhodes was not there.

He rubbed his eyes, and the light freckles on the bridge of his nose were also moved.He threw off the woolen blanket and sat up with his arms propped up.

There was a slight sound of water on the deck, very clear, and jumped into his ears like a spring water.

Nero was slightly startled.He opened the curtains and looked out the window.

Rod is fishing.

With his feet bare|bare, he stood on the pointed bow of the boat, catching a net of fish very deftly.The school of fish was very fresh, scurrying about in the net bag like a monkey, and the sea water was dripping all over his feet, and it was scattered silvery white.

The moon hung like a white pearl, and Rhodes stood directly below it.He was dressed in a clear body, his clothes were messed up, his hair was flying wildly, and he was in a casual and unrestrained state.But his waistline is narrow but graceful, and his calves are shining, wild and free.

The sound of the tide echoes in an unknown place, and the waves are as white as white crystal.

A fish broke free, slapped the deck with its tail, and leaped into the air with a bang.Rhode raised his head slightly, raised his hand to grab it, and threw out a string of diamond-like drops of water.

This pure picture was frozen in Nero's eyes.

There are always such beautiful moments in life, which make people temporarily freed from the mediocre reality and return to a pure sensibility.

Nero's consciousness drifted in all directions, like fireflies flying away in the wild.

He has a pure joy that is far away from utilitarianism, as if he has returned to the carefree childhood.The harm that was done to him has never happened until now, so his whole body seems to be purified.

Nero was lying on the window frame, two round moons were reflected in his brows and eyes.

He was too emotional at the moment, subconsciously humming nursery rhymes from his childhood.

His young singing voice rippled like ripples, without technique and very clean.

When Rhodes heard the singing, he turned his body slightly, and stroked all the flying black hair behind his ears, revealing his smooth forehead.

He leaned lazily against the fence, the hem of his clothes being blown wildly by the salty sea breeze.With a relaxed expression, he simply threw the struggling fish back into the sea with a sincere smile on his face.

"Sounds good!" He praised.

Nero, who was naturally pessimistic, felt happy for the first time.

……

Anthony was still eating when he learned that the merchant ship was hijacked.He became manic like an octopus.

He jumped up angrily, pushed the dining table in front of him violently, and the silver cups and copper plates smashed to the ground.

"Those bastards raised by pigs!" His eyes popped out, and he cursed angrily.

The slave stood cowering, holding his breath.

Anthony's eyes were red with anger, and he directly pulled out a short slave and kicked him to the ground.As if venting his anger, he smashed the slave's head with a copper pan.

Blood soon covered his face.He didn't stop, the movements of his hands became more and more violent, desperately torturing｜killing his slave.

The slave screamed a few times at first, but gradually lost his breath.

Anthony panted heavily, and finally mechanically hit the bloody corpse a few more times.He exhaled, and threw the copper plate out, splashing out a trail of blood.

After killing someone, he felt much lighter.He wiped his face with the back of his hand, and there were twisted blood marks all over his face.

Munch came over and gestured for the terrified slave to step back.

"My dear Anthony..." he said compassionately, "you will always lose your temper like a child who can't get his toys!"

Anthony took a breath, and approached with shaky steps.

He gritted his teeth and trembled with anger, "My silk and merchant ships have been hijacked by pirates! Damn it!"

"Those dogs that harm people are not uncommon!" Menxi comforted softly, "Everyone has suffered from them! I was once robbed of a ship of turquoise and opal by pirates!"

"But that's silk! It's silk that's more expensive than gold!" The veins on Anthony's forehead protruded like a thick earthworm, "Damn it! I feel like I've lost a boatload of gold!"

Menxi said in relief: "Money is like hair, if it falls out, it will grow again."

"Oh no, you don't understand..." Anthony said dejectedly, "I originally wanted to use this shipment to make a lot of money, so that my assets could reach 100 million sesterces..."

He punched the table hard: "My dream of being promoted from a knight to a senator is shattered! Not only that, but I also lost a fucking merchant ship that is more expensive than a marble villa!"

"Even if you are a lowly knight, you still have the military power to command soldiers and horses! What are you afraid of?!" Menci said sharply, "That was officially bestowed on you by Caligula..."

Anthony's eyes dimmed, and the somewhat human expression just now tore apart, revealing a ferocious hostility again.

The quarrel between brothers was triggered at this time.

"Can you not use the word 'gift'?!" He said hoarsely, "Even if you want to use it, don't say it in such a flattering tone!"

"Aren't what I said the truth?!" Menxi's face darkened for a moment.

It was as if his soul had been captivated by the word "Caligula", and his whole being fell into a pagan emotion, forgetting even the brotherhood.

His face was flushed, he grinned sinisterly, and said in a rough voice: "Without the military power he gave you, you reckless guy is nothing!"

Anthony took a breath, his eyes trembled in his sockets, and his expression was disbelief: "You actually said that about me! I'm your real brother!"

Menxi regained his senses slowly, his eyes dodging.He said apologetically: "My dear brother, you don't know him well...he is a man of few words and lonely, and you don't know many good things about him..."

His face was daydreaming, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his eyes, as if he had entered an illusion, "And I know him too well! I know everything about him clearly..."

Anthony squeezed his throat and chuckled twice, hissing like metal friction.Gradually, he laughed more and more wildly, his whole body was shaking, as if he heard some funny joke.

"Really?!" He approached Munch, giggling, as if he was full of bad food, "But the person who knows the 'Caligula riddle' is not you..."

Meng Xi seemed to be frozen, his face was in pain, and the light in his eyes had lost all light.

"My brother..." Anthony put on a regretful face and sighed, "Your clever heart has been blinded by the so-called bullshit love!"

He wraps his arms around Munch's shoulders, turning him to the side mirror.

"Look at you..." he jokingly said, grabbing Munchy's cheek, "you're more unconscious than those unlucky malaria sufferers!"

Meng Xi broke away from his hand, and his facial features were deformed as if being squeezed.He raised his hand contemptuously, tapped his finger on Anthony's forehead, and said word by word: "You pathetic little bug!"

After saying that, he evoked a vicious sneer, turned around and left.

Anthony stared at his back until he disappeared.

He turned sideways to face the mirror, spat on the palm of his hand, and wiped away the dried blood on his face.

When his hand moved to his lips, he suddenly moved closer to the mirror, his eyes slowly scanning every line on his lips as if he were polishing them.

The corners of his mouth twitched angrily, and he screamed, "Damn it! My lipstick is stained by this scumbag!"

He was very upset and kicked the slave's corpse hard.

The author has something to say:

As the author, I like this chapter very much, it is very innocent.