I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 50 The Rescue of Seneca

Lucas took the papyrus and unfolded it:

【Your nephew who is waiting to be fed is in my hands, if you want to rescue him, come to my house tonight.It is not allowed to inform the court, and it is not allowed to bring others.Your nephew's veins are under the thin knife in my hand at any time, and his young and immature heart is held in my hand.

- Brutus]

The bottom of the letter paper is also stamped with Brutus's seal to prove his identity.

Helen glanced at the letter paper, "It's very strange. When Brutus killed me before, he chose to kill me in the provinces. He was as cautious and timid as a mouse that had seen no light. This time, he dared to stamp the blackmail letter Zhang, as long as the court gets this letter, he can be hanged immediately."

"People who are not afraid of death are often more terrifying." Lucas said worriedly, "He is ready to die. It must be very dangerous for you to go this time."

"It is indeed dangerous, no different from fighting tigers and wolves in the theater. But I still want to go." Heron said solemnly, "I must rescue Seneca."

Lucas was silent for a moment, his blue eyes darkened with worry.His whole body is tense, his face is deep, his chin is cautiously retracted, he is as serious as a cavalry about to go out, even his thinking is as tight as a string of a violin, which will make a heavy sound when touched.

He put his arms around Helen and said, "I will go with you. When you enter the house to negotiate with him, I will wait for you outside the house."

"Of course you will go with me! You have been present at all the important moments in my life, and this time too."

Herron leaned on his shoulder, touched his face, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about me, Lucas. I have learned wrestling from you, and I have no fear at all about that weak Brutus necessary."

Lucas stroked his hair softly, sighing.

……

The doctor treated Lucas's wound, applied herbs, and wrapped his forearm with a thick bandage.

It was getting late, and the two put on thick clothes.Lucas put on a long black felt hat and a thick, heavy woolen scarf.Most of his features are tightly covered, only a pair of eyes are exposed to see the road.This was to avoid being recognized by Brutus, lest he be stimulated into a mania.

He squatted down to tie the straps of Heron's cotton boots, and turned up the collar of his cloak to protect his neck.

His shoulders were erected all the time, his neck was retracted defensively, his breathing was suppressed silently, and his movements were also very slow.From the eyebrows to the chin, all his facial features were nailed to his face as if they were still, so tight that he couldn't even reveal a trace of relaxation, it was very heavy.

Herron reached out and hugged him, "Lucas, I assure you, I will be safe and sound. I have fought against a gladiator like you."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt." Lucas didn't relax at all.

Helen held his face and smoothed his frown with two thumbs, "Spread your hands, I have something to show you." He said mysteriously.

Lucas spread out his palm, and Heron placed a small but sharp dagger on it, with a thin rope tied to the hilt.

"Remember it?" He said with a smile, "This is the first gift you gave me, even though it was bought with my money."

"Of course I do." Lucas smiled. "That little thing saved our lives. I still remember how majestic it was when it cut the rope."

"So it will bring me peace again and save me from danger. I want you to wear it for me again, Lucas."

Heron raised his right arm and pulled the cloak covering his hand, revealing a white wrist.

Lucas tied it for him, then took his hand and kissed the back of it lightly.

He raised his head, his blue eyes sparkled like sharp diamonds, and his eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids.His brows were still slightly raised, but the corners of his mouth were slowly raised.So worry and happiness were put together on his face at the same time, and instead it developed a different kind of complexity, as if the two colors were mixed to present a third color.

Helen suddenly embraced him excitedly, and said loudly in his ear: "When I come back, I will have sex with you immediately!"

After finishing speaking, he kissed him and punched him hard in the chest.

Lucas, accustomed to his soft exterior and firm interior, smiled lightly.

……

Brutus' house is near the outskirts.When the two arrived, it was already late at night, and everything in the world fell into a deep sleep, only Heron and Lucas were alert.

The night is draped near the distant mountains, like an endless black cloth, covering all the vegetation and primates, so black that it seems to flow black ink.There is not a single star in the sky, only the pale and weak moon, which is blocked by a thick smoky gray cloud, which is very hideous.The wild wind is as cold as a knife, whistling past, piercing all peace where it passes.

Helen got off the carriage, and when he looked up, he saw Brutus standing at the door.

Holding Seneca in his arms, Brutus stood firmly in the middle of the door frame.

He was wearing a thin coarse cloth, which was covered with oil stains and dirt marks. The cold wind blowing from the depths of the field made his sleeves billow. His face was stiff and emaciated, and he stood there blankly. , don't take it seriously.The pale moonlight painted a pale complexion on his whole body, his eyes were dark and lifeless, like a corpse abandoned by the soul.

Seneca fell asleep in his arms, relatively peacefully.

When he saw Heron, he immediately became vigilant; like a monster that had turned into a human form, when it was under pressure, it immediately grew sharp spikes and transformed into its original shape to protect itself.He held a sharp knife in his hand, and with a flash of cold light, it touched Seneca's heaving chest.

Herron's hair was blown wildly by the wind. He put his hands behind his ears and said as calmly as possible: "I only brought a slave who drove. You can see that I sincerely followed your request." .You don't have to threaten me in such a dangerous way."

Brutus didn't relax at all, his heart was always tense.He pressed the tip of the knife against the swaddling baby, and slowly backed away into the courtyard without even turning his head, looking around vigilantly.

"Come in alone and close the door!" he shouted, with a faint echo.

Helen followed quickly, turned around and closed the two gates, Lucas was sitting on the carriage, looking at him worriedly.Helen took a deep breath, squeezed his figure between the cracks in the door, smiled at him, and immediately closed the door tightly.

Brutus relaxed a little.Holding the child in his arms, he sat at the small square table in the center of the atrium, pointed to the empty chair opposite, and motioned for Herron to sit there.

Helen's scalp was tense, and he sat on the chair, facing him vigilantly, with a serious expression on his face.

Brutus was serious for a while, then suddenly laughed, the laughter was hoarse and unpleasant.The blade he was holding tightly trembled, exuding a strange air.

"You're so nervous as if you saw a man-eating ghost." He said inarticulately, "In the end, you will be the one who sent me to the underworld, with your face that I hate so much..."

"How can you give me Seneca?" Herron ignored his nonsense and asked directly.

Brutus poured himself a glass of wine and swirled it.His bulbous nose is greasy and shiny, his eyebrows are raised frivolously, and his mouth is curved upward strangely.

"Come talk with me! Whatever you say is fine."

He drank all the wine and looked exhausted, "I haven't spoken for ten days in a row. Although the object is you, it's better than keeping my mouth shut."

Herron felt strange.Brutus tried to kill him time and time again, but now he was unbelievably calm.

"How did Seneca come into your hands? As far as I know, you should not know that I will go to Mount Apega."

"Because my brother is the honorable Lord Antony. His many eyeliners make him listen to all directions. He asked me to take care of this stupid baby who can only cry and pee for him." He said lightly while drinking Out of fact.

Herron was shocked.This sentence is like a sharp scissors, cutting all the mysteries entangled in my heart one by one.His memory flashed back to Mount Apega from this moment, and the unexplainable, individual fragments of memory were spelled out by this sentence.He thought of Daho and understood everything, past life and present life.

Brutus squeezed Seneca's little hand, waved it, and made a sound of teasing the child, even though the child was sleeping.He just cared about himself, enjoying himself, like a madman playing quietly for a while.

"What a pity!" Brutus put down the child's little hand, and sighed at the night, "He just used me as a tool, using me at will like a slave..."

His originally indifferent face suddenly became gloomy, and the process was only an instant.He smiled slyly, like a ghost walking from the abyss of hell, covered in blood bubbles and rotten flesh, coming to the world for revenge.His eyes widened, the corners of his mouth grinned exaggeratedly, and his facial muscles twitched, as if a ghost was about to tear his skin and come out.

"That disgusting guy, even if I die, I will never forget him... I will use my sharp claws to scratch his face... dig out his internal organs and chop them up! Fry his eyes! Let him Living in feces and urine for a long time, slowly gnawing on dung maggots..."

Brutus' instant transformation made Herren shudder.

He cursed like this for a while, then suddenly woke up again, squinted his eyes and smiled, as if the horrible expression just now never existed.

"However, I'm already taking revenge on him..." He said with a normal smile, "I didn't let Gattuso come here today, which is the biggest revenge for him. He will be mad if he finds out! Haha!"

Helen remained silent.He felt safer not to speak.

Brutus didn't care if he got a response, he just had someone to talk to.Helen was sitting tensely across from him, and he was drinking with his body tilted, showing crazy behaviors from time to time.

"He was just adopted to Antony..." Brutus bowed and raised his head, shaking his body back and forth like a turtle with its head shrunken, "He and I come from the same family! I and his bloodline exactly the same!"

He shrunk his nose and suddenly felt aggrieved.He shook his head like crazy, and he didn't bother to wipe the snot off his mouth, "I was going to Antony too... I grew up in such a good family... My mother sent me and my brother to me before she died. Entrusted to them...they didn't want me...they abandoned me..."

He shook his head, and ruthlessly scratched the stone table with the dagger, making a piercing and sharp sound, which echoed throughout the house, and bounced back from all directions, piercing Herren's ear.

"They abandoned me! They abandoned me! They abandoned me..."

He kept repeating, his voice was getting higher and higher and shriller as if it was rushing into the sky, and finally it didn't sound like his own voice at all, as if a demon possessed him to speak for him.

Helen's back was numb, and he couldn't help feeling horrified.