I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 53 Daho's Invitation

Herron calmed down for a while, handed Brutus' threatening letter to Gattuso, and engraved the whole incident on the wax tablet.Although he cannot speak, he has not lost his ability to write.

Sura recombed Heron's hair and baked bread with jam.The couple left without staying long and they need to report the matter to the court.

Helen lay on the bed with his legs shaking, one leg slumped out of the bed weakly, and the ankle bone with obvious bone line was like a handicraft made of light and shadow intertwined.

He tilted his head and looked out of the window, the sunlight pierced through the glass window and hit his face, and the golden broken color fluttered on his eyebrows and eyes.Between the thick and thick lashes, there are dull black eyes.

He picked up the dagger on his wrist, washed it in the copper basin by the bed, and flashed it back and forth against the sun.

A shadow cast by the short sword swept across his face.

Subconsciously, he was imitating Lucas' actions back then.

His brows began to tremble violently, a circle of red appeared at the base of his eyelashes, and a pool of tears slowly condensed in his eye sockets, like amber that was instantly solidified under the tremendous heat and pressure.

Some sad things can never be recalled.Once I think about it, it was like a saw chiseling the heart, cutting off every blood vessel, grinding every vein into fine powder, and burning every inch of skin into grease.

In addition to the pain, he also felt a sense of spiritual inadequacy; like an old tree root buried deep in the ground being uprooted, like a fanatical believer watching the temple being destroyed.In short, it is the soul pillar that has been relied on for a long time that has been broken.

He shrank his body, trembling uncontrollably.It took him a long time to calm down.

He silently kissed the blue ring between his fingers, put on a cloak, went barefoot, and went to the study in a trance.

He didn't want Lucas' life to be worthless.

……

When the people from the court arrived at Brutus's house, he was already a frozen corpse with his arms clasped beside Gnaia's bed.

Gnaia on the bed had long been unrecognizable, her limbs were twisted into exaggerated angles, her stomach was cut open, and her internal organs were dragged out in pieces.Her stiff skin was as black as charcoal, and there were bloodstains like scabs all over the floor.Her death was horrific.

Brutus was convicted of matricide and kidnapping, and later committed suicide.His and Gnaia's bodies were left in the wilderness to be eaten by hungry wolves and vultures.

And his only house was also defined as an ominous place by the priest; within a few days it was pushed down and smashed by the slaves.

When Helen heard the news, he jumped for joy as if he hadn't succeeded.The death of the mother and child was like a geese sweeping through the sky, leaving no shadow behind.

He is still sitting at the desk, reading the theories of philosophers and politicians, and storing things that are not of interest in his mind.He quietly held the stove in his hand, changed his cloak to black, and never lit any more incense.

He was preparing for the selection of tribunes.

Gattuso used some political tactics.If there are no accidents, the next tribune is at hand.What Helen needed to do was just a formality.

He lives in such an orderly manner that it is difficult to feel normal needs such as hunger or thirst.

To him, eating and drinking was just a given; that's what all living people do, he's just following the herd.

Phoebe has heard about his aphasia, and knows that he wants to enter the official career.

Like the dew after a long drought, she finally found an opportunity to surprise her.

Phoebe didn't get out of the car quickly when the mobilization came to Polio.She reapplied some oriental balm on her neck, took out a small mirror, smeared some olive oil on her bright red hair, and dabbed rouge delicately on her lips and cheeks.

She straightened the gold necklace around her neck, exhaled, picked up a polished natural meteorite, and got off the carriage.

The Romans regarded meteorites as messengers of the gods.They will build a bell tower where the meteorite fell to worship.Wealthy emperors and nobles will also use meteorites as funeral objects.This precious stone glows eternally in the dark.

Herron greeted her in the courtyard.Between the black cloak collar and the straight black sideburns was a pale and slender neck.

His hands were covering the wax board.This has become a tool for him to communicate with people.

"Herlen, I know you can't talk right now." Phoebe was very considerate, "Then just listen to me."

She adjusted to an upright posture, covered the veil inlaid with gold thread, her feet were tightly pressed tightly together, and her whole body was tense, like a soldier waiting for an officer to inspect.

That kind of straightforward and resolute masculinity also broke out from her gentle and weak shell at this moment.

"My uncle passed away yesterday, and he finally escaped the mercy of illness." She said, "My cousin Luchka will be the next emperor. That is to say... Marry me, and his official career will be smooth .”

She blushed, and mumbled, "I've said it countless times, but you still can't see it. I came today to ask, are you... willing to marry me, Helen?"

Herren's face was indifferent, and he didn't respond for a long time.

Phoebe picked up the meteorite and said earnestly: "This is a luminous stone, and you know how much it is worth and the land. Its light comes from the sky, and it will never fade away."

She paused, "It can be counted as...my dowry..."

Heron picked up the wax tablet and wrote, "I don't like this light."

Phoebe was a little surprised, and stood there dumbfounded.

Herron continued: "I prefer the light of the Deer constellation."

"Sky Deer?!" Phoebe was a little confused.

Helen nodded, wrote the order, and asked the slave to bring a parchment.

Phoebe opened the scroll, and there were stories of Umia's joys and sorrows.

After reading it, she folded it casually and asked hesitantly, "Why did you let me read this story?"

"I want to ask you a question," Herron wrote, "if, regardless of gender, you, like the people and gods in the story, fell in love with Umia. What identity would you choose?"

He held his pen in the air and paused for a while, "I will only consider marrying the person who answered this question correctly." He continued to write.

"Of course it's Zeus!" Phoebe didn't hesitate at all, "He's a hero, and he's the one who will grow old with Umia in the end! It can be said that he has taken advantage of all the benefits!"

She gestured with her hands and feet, a little bit beaming.Her clear and pure eyes are not stained by wind and frost, and she lacks a passionate heart that can only be bred by suffering, so she can never see the sadness of the world in the story clearly; she is like a child who is struggling to learn to read and write, reading aloud or engraving words, but exploring There is no deep meaning behind the words.

Helun chuckled and wrote, "You're wrong, the correct answer is Tianlu."

Phoebe doesn't really care about the answer itself, she only cares about whether Heron agrees to marry her.

But she was rejected because of the rich dowry.

She stood muffled for a while, her veil was blown off by the wind, her red hair was also messed up, and her sleeves were blown up.Only the gold necklace hung heavily around his neck, motionless.

She raised her head, gave Heron a symbolic smile, and then sank down sadly.

The two fell into silence, and in the end it was Phoebe who spoke first: "I took this luminous stone back and gave it to the person who will actually carry me in the door in the future."

Helen nodded and didn't say much.

This unrequited love full of female courage died in silence.

……

Since rejecting Phoebe, Heron's courtyard has become more deserted, and only Gattuso and Sura will come to see him.

He became more and more lonely, and he was even a little autistic after losing the ability to speak.Insomnia night after night made him quite restless and sensitive.His hair grows fast and doesn't take much care of it.

He spent most of his time reading books, as if the scroll had become an inseparable part of his body, or he forced himself to divert his energy to the book.

Gattuso invited a doctor to treat Heron.Doctors accustomed to speculum and rongeurs had difficulty diagnosing his condition because his vocal organs were perfectly normal.

In the end, the doctor had to conclude that he had been blocked by the devil's witchcraft.

In this way, Heron insisted on reading under heavy pressure.The political theories he wrote are also gradually full and convincing.Even his waste manuscripts, when the slaves picked them up and disposed of them, they would look at them with gusto.

He realized that suffering and ups and downs can make people think better.

When he saw poor slaves before, he would just pass them by; now, he would think about how to improve his situation.In the past, when he saw farmers who lost their grain, he was numb and cold-blooded; now, he will try his best to understand them, and will generously donate money to compensate them.

The pain caused by Lucas' death awakened his ability to experience human suffering.His cold blood was gradually warmed by Lucas.

As long as he hears the injustice and pain in this world, his scarred heart can feel the same tremor; it seems that his heart also has an extremely sensitive sense of smell, and he can smell the same kind of smell anytime, anywhere.

Herron had thought that his life would end in meaningless busyness, reduced to a mediocre politician.

——Until this day, a man with a scar on his face appeared in front of his door.

After receiving the report, Herron saw a slave who was very similar to Lucas when he walked to the atrium.

He was tall and muscular, with tight-set lips and a healthy tan to his face and neck.His muscles are comparable to Lucas's, and he looks like a gladiator.

His expression was complicated, and his lips trembled a few times when he saw Heron, as if some unstoppable words were faintly agitating, and he wanted to rush out of his lips at any time.

"My name is Levi, and I'm Lord Antony's subordinate." He bent down and introduced himself, "He asked me to bring you a message, inviting you to come to Antony as a guest."

Herron wrote directly: "No."

Levi looked embarrassed and continued: "Master said... If you go, you will meet someone you really want to see."

"I have no one I want to meet," Herron wrote blankly.

Levi choked for a moment, but stopped talking.He was even a little anxious, his cheeks were flushed, and his high forehead was covered with sweat.

He scratched his chin and persuaded anxiously: "Go! You won't regret it! I swear!"

Heron became puzzled and wrote, "Who is that person?"

"Master won't let me say it." Levi was full of regret, and his tone was very urgent, "But please believe me!"

Helen thought for a while, then nodded.