I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 54 Resurrection

When Herron came to Dahe's house, she was surprised that there had been earth-shaking changes here, completely different from the day of the wedding.

The murals were originally art paintings of the birth of the goddess, but now they have become the territory of Rome.

It is worth mentioning that the part of the Jewish province is outlined by cinnabar, which is the same color as the capital city of Rome.Compared with other provinces with black lines, Judea is particularly dazzling.

In short, the political atmosphere here is very strong.

Dahoe stood upright in the atrium, his cloak was a delicate gray, very clean, like the fluff on the chest of a gray magpie.He folded one arm across his stomach, raised his head, and faced the gate, which is the standard posture of a politician.

He took a small step to the left so that the door was exactly in the center of his field of vision.

"Master Polio, your arrival has made Antony shine." He smiled hypocritically at Heron, "Please allow me to admire, your appearance is the wealth of all Rome. The pursuit of beautiful nature will make People go after you."

Helen looked indifferent, and shook hands with him politely.

Dahe took a handful of water from the patio, washed his hands seemingly carelessly, and said with a cordial smile, "It is said that the wax plate has become your mouth. God is so stingy, he won't give all the benefits to one person, right? "

He wiped off the water droplets with a silk handkerchief, and turned around.

With a cold face, Herron wrote, "Your brother Brutus is already dead, and he died in the name of committing suicide in fear of crime."

"I know." Daho smiled easily, without changing his face, "It's not a secret. He is a stupid thing, and he is also a narrow-minded guy. He regards brotherhood as something that can be discarded like waste paper; So do I."

Herron was disdainful of him, "You kidnapped Gattuso's child?"

Dahoe was noncommittal.He smiled softly, with a pleasant face, and said lightly: "You can attribute this to a stone step in the pyramid of power, or a clever little trick pointing to political ambitions."

For a moment, Helen squeezed the pen tightly and did not write.His body was stiff and he looked at him indifferently.His brows and eyes are sharp, and he shoots out like a sword, making him like a fighter before a big battle.

"Oh! If I didn't know that you didn't have evidence, I would be scared by you." Daho teased, his black bean eyes that resembled Brutus rolled slyly, reminding Heron of those who lived in the sewer. A mouse that thinks it's clever.

Helen's fingers clenched the engraving pen and loosened it again. After a while, he wrote, "What's your idea of ​​looking for me?"

Daho looked at him with great interest, and said after a while: "Gattuso has taken care of everything for you. If there is no accident, you will be the next tribune."

He continued: "But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that you will become my political enemy. And as a cautious person, I hope to strangle all possible enemies in the cradle."

Herron's back tensed. "So you're going to kill me?" he wrote.

"No." Daho chuckled twice, "I just hope you give up running for tribune and never pose a threat to me."

Herron shook his head.He stopped writing, and simply put away the wax board neatly, with a haughty expression on his face, to show that he wanted to end this ridiculous negotiation.

Daho took a step forward, lowering his slightly raised chin, causing a shadow in his eye sockets, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness.His originally clear voice came from the darkness, tinged with some shady atmosphere: "I have a chip in my hand, I hope you will consider it carefully."

He turned sideways and made a gesture to open the way, with a mysterious smile on his face, "Please follow me."

……

Holding the candle in one hand and protecting the flame with the other, Dahoe walked unhurriedly into the basement.Herron followed behind him.

The air in the basement is very humid, lifeless and stagnant, sticking to people's faces like invisible moss.The corridor was excavated very squarely, and a neat row of torches hung on the wall, burning half dead.

In this tomb-like environment, the candlelight in Daho's hand diffused into a ball of yellow light, enveloping him like a silkworm cocoon; if the yellow light was thicker, it would appear that he was like a silkworm bound in its own cocoon.

He stopped at a corner, and the candle swayed.He turned his head, and the flickering light of the candle touched his face like a big hand, making his face a bit hideous.

He pointed to the front and smiled at Helen: "This is my bargaining chip. Let me see how far you give up for him."

Herron walked over and turned around.

At this moment, he felt that he was in a dream, his consciousness was separated from his body, and he was scattered in all directions as if he had been crushed.

Instinctively, he took a few steps forward and then stopped abruptly.

A blond-haired man was tied to a cross at the end, with his head bowed, and gauze sash wrapped around his waist and legs, exuding mottled scarlet.His mouth was fixed by a small iron mask, which was welded by strands of thin gray iron, and hung behind his ears.His collarbone was entangled in his shoulders like a saw, and his fit body was breathing weakly.Candlelight poured down from his shoulders and rolled down to his feet.

His posture is very ceremonial, making him like a sacrifice about to be burned to death, very tragic.

The brown-red leather armor protecting his heart, even if Heron was old enough to lose consciousness, was as vivid and unmoving in his memory as a coral reef on the bottom of the sea.

That's his Lucas.

When Lucas heard the movement, he lifted his golden eyelashes like brushes, and his sea-blue eyes were completely exposed, covered with a layer of blood mist from serious injuries.

His gaze was alert and fierce, but when he saw Heron, it quickly froze into ice, and then shattered.

Heron's eyes darkened.He blinked vigorously a few times, and actually felt a trace of panic.He moved his feet subconsciously, walking faster and faster, and finally jumped over, raised his hand hesitantly, and touched Lucas's blond hair and blue eyes.His brain was so painful from the impact that he seemed to have no blood, and he was on the verge of passing out. He even felt that someone had stolen Lucas's shell and used it to deceive himself.

He clutched his throat, feeling a whirlwind sweep across his mind with the force of thunder, causing a mess.He was breathing faster and faster, his legs were shaking uncontrollably.His dead and silent blood vessels and flesh quickly revived at this time, and his dry soul was filled with blood again, and the huge ups and downs wiped him out.His heart seemed to have been attacked, and it was pounding for the most powerful counterattack.

The throat that had been sealed for a long time began to tremble.Those fragmented wounds that flowed in the blood gathered into a hard thing like an iron cone or a stone hammer, breaking the curse that sealed his throat.

Lucas came back to life, and so did Herron.

"Lu... Lucas..." he called out his name.He spoke up.

Because of the iron shield, Lucas couldn't make a sound.His eyes quivered slightly, and his throat moved.He didn't want Herren to appear here.

Daho covered his mouth and smiled lowly, a sinister laugh came from between his fingers.There are two yellow lights standing in his eyes, jumping wildly with the shaking eyeballs.

"You can speak now, Mr. Polio..." he said, "Your reaction makes me feel that I have a chance to win."

Helen coughed violently and threw away the wax tablet in his hand.He bent down and took a few breaths, as if he was about to suffocate.A resurrected soul obviously has no ability to manipulate an overexcited body.

"If my investigation is correct, this slave named Lucas is your confidant. His leather armor is of excellent material and is more expensive than some nobles' leather boots. I believe that only a very favored slave will have this honor .” Daho came over, pointed the candle at Lucas, and shook it a few times.

"It is very difficult for a nobleman who takes pleasure in making slaves to find a loyal confidant."

"... Let him go." Helen said weakly.

"Of course." Daho laughed. "The premise is that you must withdraw from the tribune election and disappear from the political arena."

"I can quit."

"There is no evidence for what you say." Daho said, "I want you to transfer the rose garden under your name to me."

Helen straightened up and looked sideways from the corner of her eyes.His mind is not yet clear, his eyes are still dim.Daho's hunchbacked figure was wandering in the hazy field of vision, and the candlelight illuminated his sly face from bottom to top, like an erratic evil wandering spirit.

Helen was panting, but his words were still unclear: "You want my money..."

"No, I want you to degenerate into a knight, jump out of the elder class, and never have the right to compete with me."

"Yes." Helen pointed to Lucas without hesitation, "Let him go, now..."

Dahome nodded in satisfaction, and handed Herron a piece of paper.This was a contract to relinquish the Rose Garden, and Heron decisively stamped it.

The slave stepped forward and cut the rope that tied Lucas.Heron frantically took off the iron net covering his mouth.

Lucas was dying, his lips chapped and white.His face was pale, without any blood that a living person should have.His eyelids drooped heavily, and a faint blue light shone through the slits.All his toughness and sharpness are gone now, only a seemingly strong body; like a frail child, wearing a threatening and fierce costume and mask, but actually has no attack power.

In a trance, he put his arms around Helun's waist, put his chin on his shoulder, and said angrily, "Helun, you are here..."

He forgot to address Herron as master.

Helen's heart felt sour, and a bright liquid would flow out of his eyes.He hugged him, sobbed a few times, there was a lot of water in front of his eyes, and the golden candlelight and Lucas's blond hair mingled together in his vision.

Many, many words stuck in his throat, Lucas can always give him a fatal blow to his soul, and he can also forcibly resurrect him.He felt that his body, life, belief and soul were tied to Lucas; as long as Lucas nodded, he could do many things against common sense, even if he died again.

He lowered his head, lightly bit Lucas on the shoulder, and said tremblingly, "I really hate you... Lucas..."

The two climbed into the carriage with difficulty.

Herron hugged Lucas's head to his chest, patted his face, and said anxiously, "Lucas, don't sleep..."

"I know..." Lucas wrapped his arms around his waist, breathing weakly, "You shouldn't give him the rose garden...the Senate..."

"Fuck the Senate! Fuck the politics!" Herron interrupted.The circles of his eyes were red, and the eye sockets were full of mist that was about to flow out, "I am your Helen..."

Lucas just hugged him tightly and said nothing.