I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 12

The hottest season is over, and the Romans welcome a little cool breeze as if they were forgiven.People's activities have increased, business flows have become more frequent, and the vitality dispelled by the scorching sun has returned.

When Gattuso came to be a guest wearing a cloak, Herron was sleeping lazily on the recliner, rocking slowly.

He had just taken a bath, and water dripped from the ends of his hair.The slave used bamboo strips to pick up his long hair and put it on the back of the chair. With his eyes closed, he lay on the spot under the dome to dry off the moisture on his body.

He didn't open his eyes to see, he knew Gattuso was coming just by hearing.

Only when he was walking would he rattle, it was the crisp sound of hard objects colliding.He is used to hanging some weird little things around his waist.

Gattuso called his cousin.Herron squinted her eyes and pretended to be asleep, ignoring his cries.

Gattuso walked around the deck chair twice, suddenly took out the ink pen in his waist, and looked at his cousin's sleeping face with a sinister smile.He leaned closer, his fat face tensely huddled, trying to draw a little black pig on Herren's forehead.

Seeing his shrunken facial features, Herron suppressed a smile and pushed back, avoiding it by a hair.

Gattuso was taken aback, his right hand was hanging in the air, and Heron suddenly opened his eyes and snatched it away.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black ink line appeared on Gattuso's face, from the corner of his forehead to his chin.

"You lied to me?! You bastard!" Gattuso covered his face in panic, and the villain complained first.

"It's a boring trick." Helen threw the pen, and the ink pen jumped into the courtyard with a thud.

"You are already a father, Gattuso."

"If you have the ability, don't take such childish revenge!" Gattuso wiped his face, and the ink was blurred.In addition, he was dressed in black, as if he had been smoked by charcoal fire.

Helen pointed at him and laughed, clutching his stomach, "Go to the patio to take care of your current virtue...you are like a burnt Spanish dormouse!"

Gattuso came to the patio angrily, his expression was taken aback, and he said gloatingly, "The water in your patio has been turned into ink by you, my poor little cousin."

Helen was startled, and hurried over to take a look.Black water sloshed in the patio like sewage from a sewer.

"Haven't you heard the words that resounded through the city of Rome?" Gattuso smiled mysteriously.

"What?"

"The devil's guide will be led by the devil."

"I am willing." Helen spread his hands, "At least your face is now black, which makes me very happy, far beyond the pain of the patio turning black."

Gattuso was angry, and his round face was flushed.

Herron had slaves clean Gattuso's face.

It was indeed too difficult to wash off the ink stains with water, so the slave had to smear olive oil on his face and scrape it off slowly with a scraper.Gattuso seemed to have been shaved off, and the pain was so painful that he dared not even touch hot water.

In a small gesture of apology, Herron treated Gattuso to a grilled flamingo tongue.

It's an expensive, weird delicacy that's highly sought after by the upper class, especially the maverick rich like Gattuso.

"Why didn't Sura come with you?" Helen lay on the sofa, saw the sauce on the corner of Gattuso's mouth, and handed him a napkin.

"She is about to give birth, and the doctor told her not to move around more." Gattuso said happily, "She prays in front of the shrine every day, hoping to give birth to a healthy offspring for me."

Herron glanced at him, "Then why don't you take care of her at home, and what are you doing at my bastard's house?"

Gattuso smiled secretly, "I'm going to be late... I'm in some trouble..."

"No." Helen said firmly.

"It's not borrowing money! Alas!" Gattuso was helpless, "It's my business that leaked in the Senate."

Herron looked up at him.

"You also know that the elders are not allowed to do business. Although they are doing it secretly and brazenly exposing other people's scandals..." Gattuso was a little angrily.

"You have been denounced? Will this affect your career?!" Herron frowned.

"That's not true, I did it very covertly..." Gattuso said, "But I can't do this business at hand. I just want to do it for my dear cousin..."

"I don't have time to mess around with these things." Heron refused while heaving a sigh of relief.

Gattuso stopped his hand dancing the skewers, and approached him with greasy mouth, "You haven't heard me finished yet! This business is very lucrative..."

He wiped his mouth, "I negotiated a silk business with an importer in Sicily."

"Silk?! Didn't the Senate ban the import of silk?"

"It can't be banned at all..." Gattuso said mysteriously, "Silk is in short supply, and merchants are secretly importing it. Who would let such a profitable business go?!"

"Then who are you selling to? You can't even reveal your identity."

"Hey..." Gattuso laughed twice, "I cooperate with others. I am responsible for purchasing goods to Rome, and he helps me sell them to retailers, and the cost and profit are equally shared. Of course, it must be done in his name." .”

Helen snorted coldly and yawned, "I'm not really short of money right now."

"Idiot who is content with the status quo!" Gattuso scolded him in a low voice. "My partner is younger than you. He knows how to make money to support his family. He is already a knight at a young age."

"It has nothing to do with me."

"My silly brother! Do you know Brutus? He is a famous little rich man. I can guarantee that at least half of the purchasers in Rome have done business with him..."

Heron sat up with a bang as if being shocked by an electric shock, "B... Brutus? Are you working with him?!"

"Exactly." Gattuso nodded, "He is a young retailer with a good reputation in business, and it can be said that he has a bright future!"

Helen was thoughtful, and it took a long time before he said, "Okay, I'll take this business."

Gattuso picked up his wine glass and touched his empty glass, grinning greasyly, "Just don't forget about my cousin..."

Relying on his frayed red face, Gattuso insisted on eating dinner before leaving.When he left, he wrapped some flamingo tongues and sardines in paper, and his words and deeds were very embarrassing.

The wine has plenty of staying power.Heron was drunk and felt hot and stuffy.He took off his outer robe, revealing his knee-length undershirt.

Barefoot, he picked two sharp swords and went to the backyard.

He has been learning to fight from Lucas for some time.

In order to avoid injury, the two will only use rusty swords during practice.

But today he wanted to do something special.

He almost trotted over, his feet were pricked by the stones on the ground, and he even bled, but he didn't care.

His movement was too loud, and the sleeping pigeon was disturbed, and it flew up nervously as if encountering a natural enemy.

The doves have grown up and have broad wings. When they are close together, they cast a large shadow, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

Lucas sat in the shadows, chewing bread.He turned sideways in surprise, his cheeks bulging cutely.

Accompanied by the flapping of wings, Heron was exposed to the moonlight.

His silhouette was inlaid with silver, and his sleeves were blown out.Holding a sword in each hand, the blade points to the ground along the bare calf.

His temperament is so graceful and fierce, embedded in this tired world like a scallop's pregnant pearl.

The bread in Lucas' mouth got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it.

"Lucas! Fight with me!" Helen shouted excitedly, and threw a sword, which was caught by Lucas stiffly.

Holding the sword in both hands, Herren ran towards Lucas like a pure silver arrow, kicking up dust all the way.

He almost jumped in front of Lucas, swiping his sword and slashing, the chaos was out of order.

Lucas blocked his attack with his horizontal sword.

Two pairs of eyes, one blue and one black, looked at each other urgently, separated only by the crossed blades.The distance between the two faces is extremely close, the breath can blend, and the hot breath exhaled is entangled.

The two stalemate for a while, and Lucas's tightly pursed lips loosened again, and he voluntarily gave up resistance.

Helen followed closely and swung wildly with all his might.He opened the door wide open and didn't know how to defend.

Lucas backed away erratically.

He had 1 chances to fight back, and Heron was easily captured.But he didn't do it, and he didn't think about it.

Helen was tired from chopping, so he stopped, propped himself on the ground with his sword, and panted for a while.He pushed aside his messy forehead and stared at Lucas with a smirk, his inner shirt billowed by the wind.

"Lucas..." he teased, "Did you get eunuched?!"

Lucas shuddered all over, his eyes glowing like fireflies.

He growled, "Master..."

Helen laughed softly, especially loud in the quiet night, "Look like a man to me, Lucas." He pointed his sword at him, "Be serious, let me feel you!"

These words overflowed from Heron's mouth, resembling the whisper of a devil.

Lucas seemed to be on fire, his sword hand trembling crazily.A hot emotion burst out, forcibly breaking into the limbs and bones.He felt his blood burning, creating emotions like fire, the sun, or lava, burning his mouth dry.

An absolutely forbidden desire rose, and he responded.And he knew all too well what that reaction was.

He knew it could only be relieved by a deep-seated fuck, or the bloodthirsty evisceration after killing a thousand people.

He swallowed.

He picked up the sword, and a cold light flashed in front of Herun's face, and was swung away by Herun's sword.He could see himself reflected in Heron's black pupils, soaked in laughter and water.

His brain was blank, and he was fighting completely out of instinct. The somewhat domineering possessiveness, and the heat in his lower abdomen distorted his face.He crossed the rules that slaves should abide by, and he hadn't been so out of control for a long time.

The two men fought hand-to-hand several times, and their swords collided with each other, making a piercing sound.Lucas effortlessly turned from defense to offense, and a sudden burst of power hit Heron, and sparks bloomed between the two of them like a flower tree.

The gray iron-colored blade approached dangerously, and Heron couldn't deal with it, and staggered back.

Lucas did not give up the chase.

—he wanted to conquer him.

With a bang, Heron's sword was sent flying, and hit the ground heavily in a whirl.The white dove, which was finally settled down, flew up in horror, and its feathers fluttered down.

Helen was shaken by the blow, staggered, and was about to fall to the ground.

Lucas sighed, dropped the sword, and hugged him.

—He finally held back.

The two lay side by side on the ground, panting violently.They were sweating profusely, their blood seemed to be boiling, and even their breathing seemed to be bloody.

Helen closed his eyes and smiled, "I lost..." he said wheezingly.

His brown hair was wet with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed with excitement.Sweat glistened, and so did the lips.

Lucas tilted his head to look at him.

"I didn't win either," he said.

For a moment, Herron narrowed his eyes and stared at the moon, and said with a smile, "Lucas, come with me somewhere..."

"where to?"

"Sicily."