novelsmap Chapter 35 Forged Wills
Chapter 35 Forged Wills
When Heron woke up, he was still in the fog of lucidity and dream.
In the dreamland with numerous pictures, he relived it for more than 20 years like a flashback.In the half-truth and half-fake scenes, he saw countless faces of his father, each of which was different, but most of them were serious and unhappy.He wanted so badly to remember his face.
However, his memory or imagination is like a moth flying around a candle, unable to touch the light of seeking.
He searched among the floating dreams, sweating profusely with anxiety; at last a slender gold box appeared before his eyes.
He woke up.
He saw the familiar gauze curtains, familiar slaves, and familiar gold ornaments, and felt a little strange.
The room was filled with the scent of mint, and the slaves applied hot compresses to him, soaked leaves, and flung water droplets on his chest to exorcise evil spirits.Seeing his master woke up, he quickly helped him sit up and wiped his face with mint water.
"Lucas carried you into the house," said the slave.
Helen rolled his eyes, feeling a little cool, and the drowsiness gradually faded away.It was a long time before he really recovered from the dream.
"Where's the gold box?" he asked hoarsely.
The slave fetched it for him.Helen opened the gold box, held the ivory whistle in his hand, and looked at it intently.
The whistle has been repaired fairly well, with thin cracks spreading like bloodshot threads, and it is still the milky white in memory.
The objects he once owned and lost made him feel like a lifetime away.
He put the whistle to his mouth and blew tentatively, the same sound as in childhood.
He recalled his father breaking the whistle, and his swollen corpse.His hatred and prejudice were suddenly overthrown, leaving only boundless sadness.
He suddenly remembered the story of Medea.
——Hatred can blind people's eyes and make people lose the ability to think calmly.
Because he hated his father, he believed in the will; but it never occurred to him that Brutus might forge the will, and he could prove the perjury simply by stamping the false will.
Just like at that time, he forged a contract to defraud silk.
His nose gradually became sore, a kind of depression rose from his chest and abdomen, and slowly reached his throat.He grasped the quilt tightly, and there was a thick fog in front of his eyes, his throat was extremely hot, and his chest hurt like a prick.
However, he found that he could not shed tears, not a single drop.
He subconsciously covered his chest and touched a cold sapphire.
He had given it to Lucas when he was sick; and the loyal fellow had returned it now.
"Call Lucas over here..." He covered his heart and said with difficulty.
The slave gave him a worried look, rubbed him some peppermint water, and retreated.
Herron caught her breath as Lucas entered the room.
He reclined on the silk pillow with a cashmere towel wrapped around his forehead.His face was ugly, even sick, his long hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his cheeks, his lips were slightly pale, and they were tightly stuck together like glue.
His fragility, even his aggressive and introverted character, were completely exposed.
Lucas frowned, feeling distressed.
Heron's dark eyes rolled and locked on him.
"Sit." He ordered lightly.
Lucas moved the chair and sat on the edge of the bed.
Herron looked sideways at him.
Under the candlelight, half of Lucas's face was covered with shadows, while the other half was illuminated.His eyebrows and eyes are heroic and sharp, the ends of his eyebrows are like sharp sword points, and so are the corners of his eyes.Even the yellowish candlelight can't erode his overly tough temperament.
"I made my own decision..." Lucas coughed, "I asked the slaves to carry Master Pliny into the new sarcophagus. The old sarcophagus has been crushed and buried."
Helen didn't scold him, spread the whistle in his hand, and stretched it towards him.
"This was the most precious thing I had when I was a child. I treasured it. Pliny used to have it..."
He choked for a moment and changed his words: "My father broke it once, probably because of impulse, I thought it had something to do with my mother... Do you remember the gold box I asked you to find?"
Lucas nodded, "You were holding this in your hand when you passed out."
"I always thought that the gold box contained the will or the red ring..." Herron said weakly, "I didn't expect it to be my whistle. My father repaired it perfectly and put it in the gold box. Every day Let the slaves clean up..."
He pouted, his jaw trembled, and his face showed pain, "Oh my god! I didn't expect that he cared about me...but I treated him like the god of vengeance Tixifeng punished the sinner..."
Lucas's heart tightened, and he felt sad.
Helen tried to calm down, but her breathing became more and more short.He was very excited, his back trembled violently, and the circles of his eyes gradually turned red.
"Gold products cannot be buried with him, but they appear in the coffin, and they are still in his abdominal cavity. I have reason to believe that he committed suicide by swallowing gold. He used my ivory whistle to end his life. He had already planned it and specially allowed A slave's holiday..."
Lucas grimaced.Some kind of love deep in his heart made him forget his identity. He stood up in a daze, sat down on the side of Heron's bed unconsciously, and held his trembling and cold hand.
He was completely unaware that he had broken the rules and completely overstepped the distinction between master and slave.
He did the most natural thing, out of instinct to protect Herron.Heron also naturally accepted it.What status level, now completely disintegrated.
"I don't believe my father will leave the family property to Brutus..." Helen said solemnly, "Gnaia doesn't have the red ring, which means she is not his true love. At present, Brutus The possibility of stealing the red ring and forging the will is the greatest."
"That's right." Lucas thought for a while, "He once forged the contract, so realistic that he even deceived the eyes of the silk merchant. According to his shameless nature, he will indeed make a false will. As long as the will contains seal, the will will come into effect."
Herren's face was pale, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand, and in turn grasped Lucas's hand tightly, as if he was looking for some comfort.
His hidden weakness was all seen by Lucas, and only by him, like a hard conch shell being smashed, and the soft body inside shrank tightly like it was pickled by salt.
Lucas covered his hands with his free right hand.
He wanted to protect him, and this feeling was extremely strong.
"Lucas..." Helen said tremblingly, "I must guard Polio! Defend my family! Even if I lose money and shorten my lifespan, I will guard Polio and never let it fall to outsiders. hands! Not to mention that outrageous Brutus..."
"Don't be afraid!" Lucas said firmly, "If it's not possible... I'll kill that Brutus. This is the easiest way..."
Helen froze for a moment, and immediately punched him, "Are you crazy? This is in Rome, not in a loose province! Killing people is punishable by death! Even I, a slave owner, will be implicated. Even Brutus, who wanted to kill me, also chose to strike in a remote province..."
Lucas frowned, his eyes undiminished.
"You know that group of officials in the court, they are not a corpse. The reason why the degenerate monarchy can continue to this day is definitely closely related to the strictness of the judges. You don't know how cruel they are to slaves who kill citizens! They will put you Cut off the skin and flesh piece by piece and feed it to the lions!"
Herron patted Lucas's head hard, "I don't want you to live a life of hiding like a mouse all your life, and I don't want you to risk yourself."
Lucas pursed his lips.
He stared at Helen, and suddenly felt very powerless, like a handful of cold water slowly pouring down his back, causing him to lose all his blood.This feeling of being protected by Heron was not what he wanted.
He wants to protect him more, and protects him extremely forcefully; like the light of Apollo, it is undeniable, and it sweeps everything like Mars, the god of war.
It's just his humble status that forced him to swallow this desire silently.
"For the time being, finding the Red Ring as soon as possible is the best way. Even if you kill a Brutus, there will still be many people who try to steal Polio by crooked ways. Can you kill all the greedy people? ? As long as the Red Ring is outside, I will have no peace!"
Helen sighed, "But damn it... I've searched everywhere! Keopera's tomb was dug up, and my father's former residence was also searched, but I couldn't even find a seal! "
Lukas pondered for a while, tucked up the quilt for Helen, wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and tightened the cashmere scarf around his neck.
"Go to sleep, my lord," he said softly. "Your blinking has slowed down, which tells me that you are tired. I will help you find a way to keep it all, and enter the Senator smoothly." hospital."
Helen laughed lightly, stretched out his finger and poked his forehead, "Lucas, you idiot... what can you do? I am your master, and your identity is just a slave with a knife and a sword. You should never have participated in the dispute over the smell of copper..."
Lucas grabbed his hand and put it back under the quilt, gave a thumbs up, pointed to himself, and smiled confidently.The well-shaped teeth shone slightly from the gap between his lips, and the eyelash feathers were like a touch of gold watercolor, framed around his sapphire-like pupils.
His self-confidence washed over Herron like a torrent, causing Herron to be infected by him as well, giving him a bit of positive confidence.
"In my eyes, you are the last person who should suffer." He said with a smile, "This is my belief as a slave, and I can give everything for this belief!"
Heron looked at him, suddenly panicked.
In the cold of winter, he actually felt the scorching heat of the underground arena, mixed with bloody heat.
"Lucas!" He sat up and grabbed his sleeve, "I remember I ordered you, without my permission, you can't kill yourself on your own!"
Lucas' face changed.
"Now, I want you to kneel down and swear to your master!" Helen said forcefully.
He returned to his usual strong demeanor, and the fierce and fierce under the feminine shell came over like a god wearing armor and holding a golden spear aloft, with a kind of indistinguishable beauty.
Lucas froze for a moment, then knelt down on one knee and lowered his body.
"I want you to swear..." Helun said, "Never protect me with your life, never commit suicide without permission, and never die before my eyes! If I violate it, the gods will make me sick and disabled, my career will not go well, and I will be alone and shackled! "
Lucas raised his head in a daze, moving his lips just as he was about to speak.
"Shut up!" Herron interrupted impatiently. "Swear quickly! I order you to swear!"
Lucas was silent for a while, and then he said sullenly: "I, Lucas, am a lowly and lowly slave. My heart is branded with Porio's family seal, and my soul is also deeply rooted. I dedicate my body and mind to my master. Loyalty, he is the master of my soul. I swear to him and to the gods..."
He paused, then continued with difficulty: "I will never protect him with my life, I will never die without authorization, and I will never die in front of his eyes! If there is any violation, the gods will make my master sick and disabled, his career will not go well, and he will be alone... "
Helen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling inexplicably at ease. "Very good," he said, stretching out his clean feet, "Now, it's time for you to kiss the back of my feet."
Lucas held his foot, kissed it lightly, and then looked up at his master.
There was trance moisture around his eyes, his brows trembled slightly, his lips moved slightly, and the candlelight softened his sharp-edged face too much.
He took out all his tenderness, and held it to Helen with both hands, like a penniless believer offering the long-preserved Daigo to the saint.
The eyes that are as soft as water are just embedded in the strong and solid torso, which is strangely complicated.
Herron froze.
He probably won't forget that look for a long, long time.