I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 16 God's Guide

The hot air of the arena is like bulging magma.

People are pulling their hair, crazier than in the theatre, and beating their chests when they are excited.The shouts shook the sand between the pillars and rustled away.They enthusiastically admired gladiatorial fights, played with stone chips, and gambled with great interest.

Many nobles feed gladiators and let them fight to win the reputation of the family; they will also bring them here to earn some gray income for themselves.

Harun smelled a strong bloody smell, as well as a smell similar to rust or burnt, which was disgusting.The burning torch dazzled his eyes, his hair was still wet, and he had the illusion of being dried instantly when he came in.

This atmosphere, which resembled a steam room in a bathhouse, made him very uncomfortable.

The casino waiter trotted over, holding a wax tablet in his arms, on which the bets of the onlookers were engraved.

"My lord, why don't you take a gamble? I guarantee you can experience the joy of gambling!" He handed out the wax board and engraving pen, flatteringly said.

"Is there a gladiator named Lucas here?" Herron asked, "I am his master."

"Here he is, my lord." The waiter smiled. "He will kill the lion next. I think it will be very good! If you like, you can bet on your Lucas!"

Helen felt his blood stagnate.

Everything reproduced.

He grabbed the waiter by the neckline and pulled it closer, gritted his teeth and shouted: "I want to see him now!"

"My lord! Please don't get excited!" The waiter shrank, "I'll call him over now."

Helen let go of him, his mind was in a mess.He clenched his fist tightly and let it go helplessly.

Back then, Lucas died under the lion's mouth, albeit voluntarily.

Lucas came with a sword in hand.He had already put on his leather armor, and one glove was still unfastened, hanging loosely.His blond hair was wet with sweat, and his cheeks and eyebrows were slightly red; the sweat was illuminated by the fire, covering him like a shining armor.

He just finished two gladiatorial fights and won a lot of money.

According to the verbal agreement he reached with the arena, he was also going to hunt an Egyptian lion.

He walked up to Herron with a smile, and revealed his bulging money bag.

Before he could speak, Helen punched him.

"You bastard...Damn it! I should have expected it a long time ago, damn it..." Helen was furious.

Confused, Lucas grabs his flailing wrist.

"I'm just performing my duties, master. You've had a hard time..." He paused for a moment, then added awkwardly, "I don't want to be sold to other people by the poor master..."

"Bullshit duty!" Heron scolded, "Your duty is to obey me! Now I order you to go back and let other hapless bastards skin that lion!"

"Oh no! You don't know the rules here..." Lucas stuffed the money bag into his hand, "Once the agreement is made, you can't go back on it, otherwise you'll have to cut off a finger."

"Fuck you!" Helen lifted his leg and kicked him, forgetting the proper etiquette.

Lucas squatted down and rubbed the sore spot with a hiss, and looked up at him with a smile on his face.

He saw that Helen was sweating profusely, her hair was wet and stuck to her temples in locks, and even her neck was shiny.The flames danced on his face, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were wet with sweat.

"Actually, you don't have to bet on me to win..." He said seriously, "If you really want money, I am willing..."

"You fucking shut up!" Helen growled.

His heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest, and his face was as hot as a fire.He tugged at the neckline to feel easier to breathe.

Not far away, the lion has been released, walking back and forth on the stage.

The waiter fed it a hunk of raw meat, arousing its bloodthirsty nature.

Helen glanced at the stage, and walked a few steps in disorder.

He suddenly stopped, grabbed Lucas's sword, slammed it into the ground with a slam, and leaned close to his ear: "I tell you, I bet you to win this time."

He paused, "And, I'm going to throw all my money here!"

The distance between the two is extremely close, so close that the tips of their noses are about to touch each other.

Lucas could see his shaggy eyebrows, his sweat-beaded temples.His breath was very hot, his eyelids were beautifully red, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lucas was at a loss for words for a while, and he whispered in a daze: "My master..."

"Save your life! Lucas." Herron patted him on the shoulder and stood up.

He looked down at him from above, with a natural disdain in his anger.There is a dull gold in his black eyes, which must be Lucas's blond hair.

"If you lose to me, my property will be your funeral!" He said every word.

Lucas' heart was beating wildly, it was an involuntary instinct.He was so excited that he couldn't recover, and even felt that he was dead.

He had trouble defining his feelings.But he couldn't feel anything except the beating of his heart and Heron's face.

The waiter clapped his hands quickly, reminding the hunt to start.

Lucas didn't say much, picked up the sword and walked over to the stage.

The confrontation between man and beast begins quickly.

Lions have only animal nature, and they will pounce on a living person when they see it.Its claws were bigger than Lucas's head, its beard was like thick bristles, and its thick mane was bristled like a strange bird that fell from the sky.

Lucas slid out on his knees, his knees bruised and bloody.He thrust his sword into its foreleg.The lion roared from the depths of its throat, and its body bent into a bow and landed on the ground.

The bell-like golden eyes widened, and the pain in its front legs was irritated, baring its fangs, and hunger made it yearn for flesh and blood.

It pounced again, slapped Lucas hard with its claws, and its nails were all exposed like iron nails.The brute force of his birth allowed it to break through the shield and pierce his bare shoulder.

Lucas endured it, and swung his sword to cut the lion's neck.

The pain took almost all his strength.But he got it, and he knew it was a fight he couldn't lose.

The blood stained the lion's mane, and its ability to endure pain is much better than that of a man.It pressed forward again and again, scratching Lucas' shoulder with its claws, tearing off a piece of flesh.

Lucas felt that he was not fighting a lion, but a savage of infinite strength.

Herron was so nervous that he almost suffocated.Everything on the stage was the same as before, he broke out in sweat and began to despair.

The lion threw Lucas to the ground, and Lucas could smell the stench gushing from the lion's mouth.He held his sword firmly against the lion's mouth, and the barbed tongue was getting closer——

With a whoosh, a trident flashed like a shadow, piercing the lion's neck.It was turned over by this violent force, and there was a gurgling sound in its throat, and it died soon.

Lucas narrowly escaped death.

He forced himself to sit up, with sticky blood all over his body.With a strong body, he is a little weak, like a scarred and trapped animal.

He glanced at the crowd, saw the excited Heron, and also saw a very familiar face——

It was a face as black as charcoal, and the short hair was like mud spots on the side of a swamp.He was so dark that the whites of his eyes were like milk.

Lucas remembered.

He is his former opponent, a net fighter who is good at trident.Herron had saved his life at the funeral dinner.

The crowd was in an uproar.The hunt ended just like that, still in an unruly way.Because of the intervention of a third person, it is not honorable for Lucas to win.People were very dissatisfied and there was booing.

In the end, the referee ruled a tie and the associated bet was void.

Heron stared at the net fighter tremblingly, feeling strangely grateful.

A small move at the beginning will save Lucas' life now and change the direction it should be.

This happiness made his scalp tingle.

He suddenly thought of a sentence: Those who lead the way for the gods will eventually be led by the gods.

At this moment, he was not ashamed of picking up the wisdom of others, but felt as if he was comprehending Greek philosophy.

Lucas limped off the stage.His footsteps wobbled, his arms couldn't be lifted, his skin and flesh were torn and turned outwards, revealing eerie bones.The massive blood loss made his face pale, as miserable as a sinner returning from purgatory.

Herren and the net fighter helped him out of the arena.

"God bless me Polio, I didn't let you take it away!" Herron said disgustedly, "Honestly, I regretted it when I wrote the bet on the wax board! You bastard!"

"I'm sorry, master..." Lucas felt cold all over.

He turned to look at the net fighter and said earnestly, "You saved me?"

The net fighter gave him a white look, "I didn't intend to save you, I just didn't want you to lose. After all, Master Polio saved my life. If I didn't see the wax plate, I wouldn't bother to dirty my trident and save my life." You useless bastard!"

Lucas chuckled twice, and fainted as soon as his eyes went dark...