I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 17 Lucas' Vow

When he woke up, Lucas found himself soaked in a wooden bucket with a towel wrapped around his head.

There were bandages and scissors next to the barrel, and the strong smell of medicine made him sneeze, and the water boiled from the herbs flooded his shoulders.He leaned against the bucket, the heat rising, his shoulder aching like a fire.

The slave enters the house and adds dark brown potion to the barrel.

"Are you awake?" He glanced at Lucas, "Do you know how many herbs you used?"

Lucas turned his head, "How many copies?"

"50 pairs." The slave gestured, "The master spent 150 dinars to heal your wounds! This money is enough to buy a new gladiator, and it's a very expensive one."

Lucas was shocked, his eyes widened slightly.At this moment, his expression was frozen, and he was obviously flattered.

He picked up a handful of the potion and smelled it, licked it with the tip of his tongue, and muttered to himself, "It's really bitter...it must be useful."

"You have to give me a good recovery, don't waste this money!" Helen walked in with a dark face, "Facts have proved that slaves who make up their own minds will not end well!"

Lucas lowered his head, "I just don't want to see you... living hard because of that Brutus."

Helen sneered, "You don't need to worry about my affairs with him. You are just a slave, what can you do?"

Lucas glanced at him and deliberately raised his body, revealing a shocking shoulder injury.

The skin and flesh were torn and rotted, with deep and shallow red, like a dark fire, and like a piece of carrion attached, which was incompatible with the surrounding pale skin.

He deliberately pressed the wound on his shoulder with his hand.There were reddish streaks of blood appearing, seeping into the barrel along the chest.

"I admit that I've been more disciplined...but I did get hurt because of you and him." He was full of grievances, and resorted to bitter tricks, "You are kind and will make me understand, won't you?"

Herron stared at him for a while, then waved for the slave to step back and leaned against the side of the barrel.

He blocked the candlelight, and his slender silhouette was unreal in the tumbling water vapor.

"Remember when I told you to find a gold box?" he said, "and there might be Pliny's will in it. Of course, this is only my guess, but I have no clue except the gold box." .”

"A will?!" Lucas lowered his voice, "You have inherited the family property..."

"The will says that Brutus is the heir." Helen smiled wryly, "Not only the will, he may also know the whereabouts of Pliny's seal.

Lucas said in surprise, "But your fingers are wearing the seal that the adults left you."

Herron looked at his right hand, turned the black ring slowly, and sighed: "Pliny has two seals, but I only have one. If the will is found out, and the seal is added to testify, Polio is Bruce." Tus's. I am Pliny's biological son, but I may lose all of this at any time..." He said depressingly.

Lucas frowned, he already realized the seriousness of the matter.

"So you are doing everything possible to destroy his reputation, just to make the court doubt the authenticity of the will?"

"That's right. In this case, the judgment will be more favorable to me. You know that those officials in the court will always judge others with their own will, and then refuse to change like a dog biting a bone!"

Lucas fell silent, his blue eyes kept shaking, as if he was thinking about something.

"This is not the most ultimate way." He thought for a while and said.

"I know." Helen was a little depressed, "but this is the only thing I can do."

He lowered his head, his fingers trembled slightly, and his breathing became heavier, "I can't lose Polio! I'm used to the noble life. If I become a mediocre commoner, I will definitely dry up and die like a fish out of water ..."

"No! I will find a way for you to help you get out of this ending! I swear!" Lucas' eyes were firm.

"Your father was fascinated by beauty, and his will was written by the temptation of the devil. He abandoned his son... You don't deserve anything, my master..."

Herren glanced at him, "Lucas, I believe you are a loyal slave. I have already told you the worst secret, and I will never allow you to have any intention of betraying me!"

Lucas stared at him for a while, then suddenly picked up the scissors on the side, and stabbed hard at his left palm.

"I swear to the gods with blood, I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life! Until I breathe out my last breath and drain the last drop of blood!"

His cheeks were flushed from the heat.The towel wrapped around his forehead came down and hung loosely around his neck like a white snake, making him look like an Egyptian juggler.

Harun caught a glimpse of the bubbling blood and was satisfied with the oath of loyalty.He crossed his arms, looked at Lucas with interest, clapped his fingers and clapped his elbows.His silhouette was graceful, his neck so dignifiedly straight that even his indifference was taken for granted.

He said in an orderly tone: "Remember! You are my slave, and I am the master of your life and death. So, don't die at will in the future, because only I can control your death, not yourself!"

Lucas tensed his body and nodded emphatically.

……

Lucas was badly injured and recovered quickly.He has always been very obedient and careful, diligently making herbal water, kicking away stones when helping Heron get off the carriage, and squatting down to eat honestly.

He often practiced sword, and occasionally played a game with Harun who came to enjoy it.More often, he would read books and copy Latin carefully.He always read aloud to the pigeons, and was corrected by other slaves when he read wrongly, and he accepted it with a smile; he also liked to sit under a stone pillar, raise one leg, and learn to write like a child.

This rough Germanic man looks like a prudish gentleman when he is studying; but once the parchment is closed, he will hold a straw in his mouth, smile sharply, and the ruffian masculinity will overflow everywhere Nothing can make him weak.

Only when facing Herron did he behave like a tame and lovely big cat.

In the early morning of this day, the stuttering recitation echoed in the open space, with many typos.

Lucas paced back and forth, the cooing pigeons were divided in half by him, and the clouds crawled at his feet.He was wearing a crimson short robe, and when viewed from a height, he looked like a cloud made of white feathers split by a bolt of red lightning.

He was tired from walking, so he stopped and sat on the ground, holding the parchment in his hand, struggling to recall the pronunciation of the next word.

Suddenly, a corn hit the scroll with a bang.

He thought the pigeons had thrown off the corn while pecking at it, and he didn't pay much attention to it, reading on.

Then, the second and third corns fell like pearls, and some even hit him on the head.

His heart sank, and he looked up——

Heron's smirking face just bumped into it, like a beautiful little devil.

Lucas froze for a moment, then smiled at him, held up the parchment and shook it, looking like he was in need of praise.

Herron raised his eyebrows, secretly satisfied with Lucas' obedience.

——But it turns out that he is not as peaceful as he appears on the surface.

Just this afternoon, Lucas left again without saying goodbye.

Like last time, he left a note:

[I will come back, please don't remove my family status. 】

When the slave brought the note, Harron was in the dining room, humming and mixing a glass of layered wine.

He put down the drinking utensils, took a look at the note, and took a deep breath.

"You bastard!" He slammed the table.The wine glass jumped up, and the calm color layers were entangled together, showing a mess of colors.

The slave cowered and did not dare to say anything.

Herron clenched the note into a ball and said angrily, "Slaves who make their own decisions must be severely punished!"

The slave coughed, weighed his words and said, "...do you want to remove his family?"

Helen thought for a while, unfolded the ball of paper again, flattened the folds, and said with a sigh, "Forget it...let's talk about it when that guy comes back."