I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 23 Master's Thanks

Helen was a little ashamed of his gaffe just now, coughed twice, pretending to be forceful and said:

"Now, explain all this to your master."

"Of course. But..." Lucas smiled at him, "You'd better get off of me first."

Helen glared at him before standing up slowly, turning his face away slightly, with a look of embarrassment.

"For a while, I have been working as a slave in Brutus's house. To be more precise, I should be working as an undercover agent."

Lucas sat up, "Actually, we met once, at Anthony's wedding..."

Helen was stunned, "The slave who broke the wine glass...is you?!"

Lucas smiled slyly, "Otherwise? You thought Brutus would recruit such a stupid slave! I just wanted to embarrass him. I didn't expect Antony to be so paranoid, and he pursued it until he gave up the olive orchard. .He is now a commoner, and Gnaia is like a shrew, scolding him every day..."

Helen interrupted him, "I heard that you received fifty lashes?" He bent down and stretched out his hand to check the wound.

Lucas quickly covered it, and said relaxedly: "It's just a small injury. I came out of the fighting arena. Knives and wounds are as common to me as drinking oatmeal."

Helen withdrew his hand, looked at him for a while, and asked coldly: "Then why did you come to Gaul again? You pretended to be Utis and lied to me all the way?! Do you know that you look like a damned animal? Black sheep!"

Lucas suppressed his smile, "Brutus sent me to kill you. Of course, he is greedy not only for your life, but also for your goods. He wants me to kill you in the Apennines, and then go to stun Uti Stealing the woolen blanket that was supposed to be yours. He promised me that if I did it, he would draw up a release order for me."

He paused, "Unfortunately, he chose the wrong person."

Heron fell into silence, standing stiffly, as if he was dumb.After a long time, he said:

"That is to say, if he didn't send you, I would be dead now!" He sneered, "I didn't expect him to kill me now, I'm so impatient..."

"It doesn't matter whether he is impatient, because I will protect you." Lucas said seriously.

"...The important thing is that he actually knew that you were coming to Gaul, and he also knew what Utis looked like, and told me. Don't you think he is too well informed? Maybe he has connections beyond our imagination, He was much more difficult to deal with than expected."

Helen thought for a while and sighed depressingly.

The two walked through a field of yellow leaves, speechless to each other.

Except for the sound of broken leaves, there was no extra sound.Sunlight dyed yellow by dust filled the entire space, and there was a pungent smell of marl.This kind of dense dust passes through the tip of the nose, accumulates in the chest, sinks more and more, and finally accumulates into large rocks and settles down.

Herron's eyelids were downcast, listless.He felt that the blood vessels in his body seemed to solidify into metal, which made him lose all vitality.

"I'm tired, Lucas." He said, "In less than half a year, I almost died twice, and I may lose the position of Patriarch at any time."

——This is the first time since he was reborn, he confides his pain to outsiders.For the object of confide, he chose Lucas, not Fanny, nor Gattuso.

Maybe he doesn't even have the concept of choice, he's just following his intuition.

Lucas turned his face to look at him, paused, and continued walking.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"Well. I'm tired, I'm fucking exhausted," said Herron a little annoyed.

Lucas listened quietly.Suddenly, he grabbed Heron's hand and put it on his shoulder.When Helen was startled, he quickly squatted down, picked up his legs and carried him on his back, the whole set of movements was done in one go.

"Then let me carry you behind my back," he said.

Hearing this response, he was taken aback for a moment.

Lucas folded his arms and lifted Herron up.

"Oh, you seem to be a little lighter than last time." He weighed the weight and said.

For some reason, Heron felt sour in his heart, and his eyelashes trembled.

"Thank you, Lucas." He squeezed his arms closer and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for doing this for me."

Lucas can assure you that from ancient times to the present, no master would thank his slaves out loud.

He was a little surprised, and instinctively turned his head——

His earlobe bumped against Heron's lips abruptly, lightly and fleetingly.

He felt the tingle of a bug bite and a humble bliss.

The two returned to the carriage.The slave watching the car gasped in surprise when he saw Lucas, as if he saw some monster with four eyes.

He pointed at him tremblingly, he couldn't even say a complete sentence, and kept repeating like he was stuttering: "You...you...you...are..."

"I'm the bastard Lucas who can't read or write Latin, only knows how to wield a sword, and pretends to be a businessman!"

Lucas spread his hands and said to his colleague with a smile.

"God!" the slave exclaimed in surprise, "You ran away, but the master didn't punish you?!"

"I punished him." Helen's voice came from behind the door curtain, "I punished him with 50 lashes, and also punished him by dressing him up as a black sheep!"

The slave's hands froze in the air, and he frowned suspiciously.

Lucas pushed his hand down and shrugged at him. "As you can see," he said with a smile.

They rushed all the way and arrived at Utis' house before sunset.

With Fanny's connection, the business was negotiated very smoothly.After Herun inspected the goods, he signed a contract with Utis.He politely declined Utis's meal and prepared to rush back to Rome immediately.

It was evening when the box was loaded into the carriage.

A round of dark red sun is hanging on the top of the tree, dyeing the scenery with tired twilight.The charcoal fire in the iron basin was extinguished, and the street became deserted.Fierce women reprimand children who won't come home, men pack their tools and lament another tiring day.The old woman brought in the dried underwear, which turned yellow as if it had been stained with mud.

The gorgeous carriage is parked on the dusty street, like jewels left in the mess, a bit out of place.

"I have been a slave in Brutus's house for a long time, and I learned something about him." Lucas said as he helped Heron into the car, "I will report to you when I get home."

Helen lay on his back, yawned, propped his head on his arms, and raised his hand to greet him, "I want to listen now."

"I'm afraid you need to rest, my master. Besides, I don't want to break the rules all the time." Lucas smiled heartily, "I promise, I will tell you everything I know when I get home! will be missed!"

Helen rolled his eyes at him, lay down obediently, and closed his eyes.

Seeing that he was going to sleep, Lucas smiled silently and lowered the curtain for him.

He whispered to the slaves beside him to drive slowly and not to take the bumpy path.