I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 20 The Broken Gold Cup

As a knight, Brutus was not eligible to attend the elder's wedding.But he seems to be very well-versed, and he just broke through his class and came here.

He was negotiating business with nobles, trying to make some money for himself.

His reputation is not good, so he had to dress up rich and powerful to give himself some face.There is a gold hair crown on the head, the delicate silk gown is trimmed with gold thread, and the hair is sprinkled with gold powder. This is the latest dress.He was short in stature and looked like a pompous golden stake with a greasy gaudyness about him.

Behind him stood a tall slave, also dressed in extraordinary clothes.

From far away, Heron could smell the smell of money emanating from there.

He filled the wine, walked straight over, took the initiative to touch Brutus' glass, and said with a relaxed face:

"Long time no see, Brutus. You are really capable. Even a lowly knight can attend Antony's wedding. I don't think anyone will refuse a smart businessman like you."

Brutus' lips trembled a few times, "If a businessman is stupid, it will only bring losses to his partners. Everyone yearns for wisdom, and I admire people who make a fortune with their brains more than they are born with everything, don't you? Dear Bo Lord Leo?"

"You're very right, but you're still not invulnerable." Herron laughed. "I think we need to make a distinction between wisdom and cleverness. Wisdom makes people happy, but cleverness can only make people suffer. You should be the best at it." Understand this. Like, those boxes of private salt marked with silk, right?"

Brutus turned blue.The nobleman who was chatting with him smiled politely, took his wine glass and left.

The cooperation to be negotiated was cut off, and Brutus was so angry that his ears were buzzing.He grabbed Heron's wrist, "You liar, Polio is such an ugly surname!" He said bitterly.

Helen opened his fingers one by one, "There are always some idiots who only pick on other people's shortcomings, and don't realize that the pus blood of the devil is dripping in their stomachs. I haven't settled with you for the fact that you forged the contract. Now you actually Blame me for lying to you! Your greedy face is ugly, Brutus."

Brutus stared, and suddenly laughed a few times, which was as ugly as the movement of the sewer.

He straightened his body, and changed his tone of peace: "I hope my face doesn't bother you."

He ordered to the slaves behind him: "Pour a glass of wine for Lord Polio! This is imported from Britain, without a single drop of water, and it is difficult for the nobles to taste it."

"No need." Helen moved the wine glass to his bosom, "Drinking pure wine is the behavior of barbarians."

Brutus snatched the glass abruptly and held it up to the tip of his nose.He slowly turned the wine glass and looked at it against the light, the phantom covered by the glass swept across his grinning face.

He lowered the glass and made the slave stoop to pour it.

"You may not know that this wine glass is a high-end Egyptian product, which is very expensive. There are only 10 in Rome, and the emperor occupied 9." He bared a row of jagged teeth, "You seem to always get The special preferential treatment is exactly the same as that pompous Pliny..."

He laughed twice, like the sound of an old hen's throat being cut, making people stand upside down.

The laughter was so terrifying that the slave who was pouring the wine seemed unable to bear it, and the flagon in his hand slipped down, just hitting Brutus' hand holding the wine glass.

The wine glass was smashed into pieces, and the wine jug fell to the ground with a bang.The movement was too loud, like a drop of cold water falling into hot oil, causing a commotion.The flying gold fragments scratched the fat lady beside her, she screamed and covered her ankles, the pearl hair ornament slipped to her neck, she kept cursing, she was very embarrassed.

The guests looked to this side one after another.The entire wedding banquet seemed to be frozen, and the air stagnated at this moment.

Unexpectedly, Brutus froze on the ground stupidly.

The slave fell to his knees in panic, his hands and knees pierced by splinters.Blood leaked from between his fingers, and he insisted on kneeling in a humble posture as if he was not afraid of pain.He repeated his apology to his master, trembling exaggeratedly, like a lamb that was about to fall into the jaws of a tiger.

His felt hat was shaken off tremblingly, revealing a fluffy blond hair.

The slave's reaction undoubtedly indicated that Brutus was responsible for breaking the wine glass.

"Forgive him, Brutus!" cried Dahoe, the bridegroom. "He is but a poor slave, coming to Antony's grand wedding for the first time. The blood of suffering flows in his bones, and his hands and feet are soaked in poverty. That simple heart must have been disturbed by the extravagance of the banquet. His small negligence deserves to be forgiven, and it is worth getting used to."

Dahoe stood on the stage, leaving his new wife behind, as if making a political speech, with the official air that prevailed in the Senate.In this still atmosphere, he is the only wave, attracting everyone's attention.

He was a young junior judge whose eloquence was just beginning to show.Kind words eased the awkwardness of the wedding feast.

Brutus knelt down, his knees hit the ground hard, his back bent almost to the ground, like a crawling tortoise.This humble appearance is by no means more noble than his slave.

"Follow your instructions, noble Lord Daho. May your married life be as sweet as a fruit tart!" he flattered.

Herron was a little weird.The two called each other by their first names, as if they had known each other for a long time.

The dinner party was still going on, and such little episodes shouldn't be a spoiler.

The aristocrats are drinking and drinking, their glossy lips spit out flattering or contemptuous words, and their ink-lined eyes are always sly.They love to overeat, and when they eat too much, they let the slaves sweep their throats with feathers to induce vomiting, and then eat again.The slaves were busy pouring wine, wiping the hands of the masters, and cleaning up the mess on the floor.

In an inner room separated from the dinner party, a young girl is crying to her mother.

"Mother... Helen just ignores me... no matter how hard I try to please him..." Phoebe fell into Slan's arms and wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief.Her round face was flushed, and her voice was hoarse and feeble.

"I must be so ugly!" she cried, "he doesn't want to see me at all..."

"My child, don't say that..." Silan patted her trembling back, "You are not ugly at all, it's just that little Polio is too dull."

"Oh! You can't say that about him...he is very nice. Even if I asked him for a dowry, he wouldn't be tempted. You know that the men around me pursue me for money and official title..."

She paused, her voice suddenly became sharp, her appearance of weakness was torn to pieces:

"The golden powder cup I gave him was actually broken by that ominous Brutus... Oh! He is a broom star, fortunately you didn't adopt him back then... He really brought misfortune to those around him..."

"My dear Phoebe..." Slan advised her, "Daho won't be happy if you say that..."

"I don't care! He broke the gift I gave Heron, and he has to pay the price!" Phoebe gripped her mother's clothes tightly, "I want to make him a lowly commoner..."

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