I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 41 Herron Changed Her Mind

On the day Fritina was released and left home, there was a rustling of salt-like snow in the sky.

Apart from the deceitful red earrings, the treasure she had accumulated over the years to dedicate to Harren was nothing more than a pair of silver bracelets and a string of pearls.The simple and honest slave girl was full of apology and disappointment in her heart; fortunately, she still had the backbone and was determined to break with Brutus and never see each other again.

She intends to go to the Jewish province.Cleanse the past and start a new life in the sanctuary there.

She was wearing a black cloak and a black veil on her head. She was like a smear of black ash in the snow, gradually disappearing into the white, leaving a row of shallow footprints.

Helen stood by the window of the study, leaning against the window frame, quietly watching her leave.

Lucas crouched behind him, rubbing the flints and lighting the fireplace.

The tongue of fire licked from the bottom of the firewood, gradually devoured half of it, and finally swallowed the pile of wood.The soft hand, hot as a lover, stretched out from the fireplace, and slowly touched Helen, covering his whole body.

Helen felt very hot, took off her cotton coat, and sat on the somewhat cool window sill, with her back against the glass, facing the fireplace.

His arms were propped by his side, and his bare calves were dangling, as shiny as suet.

He put the five fingers of his right hand together, zoomed in and out, and stared at the blue ring between his fingers.Pliny's two rings had been destroyed, and there was nothing left to threaten Polio.

Until now, he has become the real head of the family, and his territory is impregnable.

"Bring me the scroll, Lucas," said Herron. "I need to read."

Lucas took the scroll and lit the candle to cover the lampshade. The candle light floated in Heron's hand like a golden ball.

Helen took the scroll, but followed his hand to aim at it, his gaze was like a small silent vine, climbing all the way to his blond hair and blue eyes.With his back to the fireplace, Lucas has a thick and tall silhouette inlaid with gold, embedded in the center of the fireplace, like a god of war descending from the sky, walking from the halo of red flames; wherever he goes, the sky is full of flames.

Helen felt that he was also imprisoned in the flames, like a caged bird.

He folded the scroll and handed it back, "I want to hear you read it to me."

Lucas was a little puzzled, cleared his throat and said, "Where do you want to hear?"

"It doesn't matter." Helen folded his legs and folded his arms and said, "I will listen to whatever you read."

Lucas browsed through it, his eyes moved slightly, and after a moment of silence, he read:

"People stick to their own identities, cling to their own ambitions, and are limited to external evaluations. They breathe regular air, chew food with clearly marked prices, sleep on beds with distinct layers, and repeat strict and orderly work. The hierarchy is social The skeleton, the rules are the blood of the society, and the flesh and blood of the society. The nobles are divided into checks and balances, the common people perform their duties, the slaves are meek and obedient, the glory of Rome..."

"Jump over!" Helen ordered, frowning.

Lucas froze for a moment, stepped over a few lines, and continued to read:

"Human nature hides filth and breeds the source of disaster. If there is no regular sharp weapon to cut off the bad side, the disaster will be implanted in the way of doing things. From then on, people run out of ammunition and food in chaos, and give up on themselves in indulgence , and finally died in a man-made disaster..."

"Stop reading...Lucas." Herren narrowed his eyes, looking displeased.He pursed his lips, tapped his fingers on the window sill irritably, and twisted his feet together stubbornly.He is very disgusted, and this kind of disgust is intuitive and keen, like a sensitive mimosa, a slight touch can make it hug Futaba vigilantly.

Lucas pursed his lips tightly, his jaw line as hard as deep.He stared at the parchment, silent, like a thinker drowned in contemplation.

The two were silent, and the firewood crackled.

After a long time, Helen said, "Do you think that makes sense?"

Lucas's brows and eyes trembled, revealing imperceptible fragility, and he suppressed it instantly.

"... makes sense." He said, "One cannot be unscrupulous because of the desire in his heart, I am afraid he must learn to restrain himself. Just like Spartacus, the Thracian; Knife chopped it into a meat paste. There is no doubt about it."

Herron sneered, "Lucas, you have become different from before. When you were in Gaul before, you also said that life is only happy because of depravity and indulgence. To be honest, I don't like you who are so rigid at all. This lengthy and gorgeous speech must be the moaning of an old and dim-sighted person."

Lucas closed the scroll and stood still, as dull as carrying a boulder on his back.

"Come here." Helen shook her legs and smiled slyly.

Lucas threw away the scroll and walked over without saying a word.The candlelight illuminates his face; his seriousness and oppression are revealed just like that, and the steep cliff edge is not as sharp and hard as him.

Herron watched him for a while, then grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest.

Lucas was surprised and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Heron grabbed it back.

"Don't disobey me! Lucas!" Herron reprimanded.

He grabbed Lucas's hand and slowly moved it on his chest, "According to those damn theories, you should never touch my chest, or you will be whipped."

Lucas swallowed, his eyes moved from his chest to his neck, somewhat peeping.Heron's skin was golden-yellow, with the candlelight scattered, and the collarbone was unobstructed.His gaze was firm, locked firmly on his dodging blue eyes, as if to torture his soul.

Lucas was stiff all over, he could feel Herron's body temperature and slow heartbeat.

Helen bent her knees, stretched out her calves to wrap around his waist, and hooked him to her side with her legs.As a result, the hem of the underwear slipped off, revealing his slender thighs, and his skin was as moist as pearls.He held the taut gladiator between his legs, with his calf wrapped around his waist, as if making love to him.This is similar to some kind of teasing, even seduction, teasing him intentionally or unintentionally.

Heron didn't realize it, he just wanted to; he even moved the lampshade a little so he could see Lucas's face more clearly.Like a saint with a dignified appearance, he took off his clothes sinisterly, enjoying the sinful peeping of the believers.

This kind of seduction is out of instinct without thinking.

In this world, he has always been indifferent and alienated, rarely asks for anything, and never shows himself; but facing Lucas, he can't help it.

Lucas' heartbeat quickened suddenly.Led by Herron, he touched a lot semi-compulsively.Those two raised points, the black veil-like clavicle, and the delicate skin were all felt by his rough hands.

These cunning moths, which seemed to live in groups, gnawed from the palm of his hand all the way to his heart with a slight itchiness.He was moved by this itch, and took the initiative to caress Heron's neck, inserting his fingers into his long hair.

Heron took his hand and stuck it to her left cheek.Lucas' hands, used to touching swords and once soaked in blood, were caressing his lover's face, feeling his bones and the softness of his temple hair.

"Rules and hierarchies are made by people; they can be broken when necessary. As it is now." Herron put his feet down, leaned back, and stared into those dull blue eyes.His voice is soft.

Lucas hardened.A monster popped out of his heart, exactly like himself, with the same blond hair, blue pupils and sharp eyebrows.It roared loudly, dissatisfied with desire, and wanted to split Heron's legs to make love to him.

However, this kind of lover's caress gave him greater satisfaction than making love.He didn't need to satisfy his sexual desire at all, just touching Heron like this was enough to make him happy for a lifetime.He smiled slightly, rubbed his hair, his eyelashes trembled happily, the blood flow accelerated, and his tense back softened.The bloodthirsty and ruthless gladiator who spent his whole life was finally conquered by this humble happiness.

At this moment, he especially wanted to kiss Herron, no matter where.So he naturally asked:

"Can I kiss the back of your foot?"

Helen froze for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Yes."

Lucas bent down, cupped his feet, and kissed them with his eyes closed.

When he raised his head again, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, his eyes were calm.His long-term love and care poured out like this.Helen has been washed away by his true feelings for a long, long time.What he dedicated to Herun was not only his life, but also his soul, his lifelong belief and all his joys and sorrows.

Heron's mood froze.And he finally realized it.

He reached out, took off Lucas's cloak, and stroked the family seal on his heart.

"Kneel down," he ordered.

Lucas then knelt down on one knee, with countless welts criss-crossed on his back, clearly exposed.

"You have been whipped for me, and you are willing to die in the belly of a lion for me. If there is a slight mistake, you will have gone to see the god of Hades." Helen stared at his scar, "I ask you, you have taken risks many times, what is the result?" What do you want? I want to hear your truth."

Lucas thought for a while, "I hope you remember me. As your slave, I only have one request."

This is a familiar answer.Herron's heart skipped a beat.

"Remember your what? Your name?" he asked.

"It can also be said that way." Lucas said, "No matter how you deal with me in the future, whether you release me, let me marry someone else for the sake of official career, or even kill me... I only have this request."

Helen put his feet on his shoulders, stroked down his back, and wiped the whip wounds.What he passed caused tremors, Lucas tensed his back, the lines were squeezed out by the muscles, and stretched under Heron's feet.

"Lucas, I've changed my mind." Heron said, "I won't allow you to marry a wife and start a new family, and I won't give you a release order like I did to Felitina. You will stay in the Polio, I will never treat you badly."

Lucas didn't respond, and kept kneeling, motionless.

Helen was a little strange, even inexplicably panicked.He tentatively asked, "Don't you want to, Lucas?"

He jumped off the ledge and grabbed his shoulders to get him up.

He was stunned.

Lucas is smiling, and the smile is mixed with unclear things, which looks complicated.But Heron was sure that he was willing.

Heron has seen many smiles from Lucas, sly smiles, helpless smiles, and sneaky smiles, all of which have faded into the unknown torrent over time.

Only at this time, Lucas's smile seemed to touch something in his heart, like a dumb harp re-sounding, like a dusty parchment being opened, it was hard for him to explain this feeling.If you have to define it, it is unforgettable in your life.

"I do." Lucas smiled.