I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 55 An Accident in Life

All the slaves were shocked when Herron brought Lucas home alive.

He wrote to Gattuso, explaining everything in papyrus.

Lucas was seriously injured, and he was in a semi-conscious state, his eyelids could no longer be opened, and his face was extremely pale but dark.His blood seeped into the bandage, which was shocking, and there was a fragile fragility in the blood.He has lost his mind.

Herron and the slave hurriedly carried him back to the house and called for a doctor.

Lukas's legs and arms were broken, and his forearm, which had been cut into flesh, was a little festered. When the doctor pressed it with his hand, blue-yellow pus would flow out.He lost blood very badly, and his breathing became weaker and weaker, as if a lost soul was wandering on the bank of the river Styx leading to the underworld, and he could fall down and drown if he dipped his feet a little.

The doctor cut away his carrion, used rongeurs to peel off the broken bone, and performed a rather delicate and lengthy operation.

By the time the doctor's hands were covered with blood and his head was covered with beads of sweat, it was already late at night.

According to the doctor's orders, Lucas's life is not in danger.He just needs to lie quietly on the bed and drink a lot of decoction that has the effect of conditioning and healing wounds.

Lucas was much cleaner after the operation.He had been soaked in herbal juice, and even his hair was like combed golden threads, buried one by one between the pillows.

He lay quietly, his breathing calmed down, revealing a faint smell of blood.His scarred skin is so thick and broad that even if he is unarmed, it seems to be covered with a layer of armor; and his injured body is already curled up under this shell at this moment.His lips were as dry as when he was dying, forming a thin layer of dry skin.

Helen took the slave away, sat beside him, and glued his fingers together.He brought the candle closer, he wanted to get a better look at Lucas's face.

Lucas opened a slit of his eyes weakly and looked at him.

They were all silent for a while, and Lucas spoke first: "I was saved by Levi..."

Helen raised her index finger to block his lips, and her slender fingers stuck between his slightly dry lips. "Just don't talk," he said.

Herron started touching his face.His fingers circled around his browbones, brushed over the small moles hidden in the golden eyebrows, and gently pressed the prickly eyelashes with the balls of his fingers.Lucas's slightly trembling eyelids, his full and round cheekbones, and his still-warm flesh were all carefully felt by him.

He had done this on the beach where he had first kissed, and now he did it again.

His flat eyebrows were gradually raised, and his vision became more and more blurred.He tremblingly took Lucas's hand and pressed it to his cheek.The corners of his eyes were red, and his expression was a little aggrieved, which made him look like a spoiled and unreasonable child who was too harsh on his loving parents.

Lucas sighed, slipped his hand to his neck, and hugged him lightly; Herron then lay down on his uninjured shoulder.

Lucas lowered his eyes, looked at him, and said after a moment, "I'm used to this."

Seriously injured, he had to turn around to appease Helen.

Helen also accepted it with peace of mind.

He hugged his waist and smelled the mixed smell of blood and herbs on Lucas' body.This rich and deep smell rushed towards him, got into the tip of his nose, rolled in his blood, and forcibly broke open the door lock where reason suppresses sensibility.There was a hole in his rationality of suppressing desire, and hot sexual desire gushed out of it.His soul was revived with the return of Lucas, and at the same time, there is the most unforgettable love of human beings.

Helen's face became hot all of a sudden, and his heart was filled with blood again.

The familiar taste from Lucas, immediately made him hard.

He greedily sniffed it twice, like an elf in mythology who lived on a certain smell.This smell rolled in his chest, and it seemed to mark Lucas on his whole being.

This sense of marking made Helen extremely satisfied.

"I'm almost speechless because of you." He said this sentence without pain, even with a hint of coquettishness.

"Do you remember the oath you made to me before?" He moved into Lucas's arms, "Never protect me with your life, never die in front of my eyes, or I will be sick and disabled, and my career will not go well .And all of these have been realized..."

Lucas's heart sank, and he hugged him tightly with a bend of his arms.He kissed Heron's forehead, and the charming smell of blood spread again, building up quickly like a stone wall of sand and mud, as if imprisoning Heron inside, unable to move.

Heron's heart beat like a drum.

He felt that he was full of Lucas, from the heart to the skin, soaked in this bloody smell.

To some extent, his sexual desire has been satisfied in disguise.

He rubbed the soles of Lucas's feet slowly with his bare instep, which was a bit provocative.

Lucas pinches his chin and kisses him.Herron hugged the back of his head, clutching his blond hair, kissing the same eagerly.Their lips and teeth are intertwined, and so is their saliva, which has a glue that lasts until death.

Rather, they are celebrating their reunion after parting.

Helen was even more frantic.He really wanted to touch Lucas's body, so his hands frantically slid to his neck, and then moved along the veins to his carotid artery.Vibrant blood vessels were throbbing there, like cunning and sharp lightning, traveling retrograde along the fine blood vessels to his soul and bone marrow.It's a testament to how alive and alive Lucas is.

Driven by this vigorous vitality, Helen's breathing became heavier and heavier.He wanted to have sex with him very much, and it was very intense, the kind that would kill him to the bone.

But he wanted to say something that had nothing to do with sex.

He pushed Lucas away, his eyes were steamy, and his eyelashes were as shiny as satin.His eyebrows trembled a few times, and his eyes were a little dodged.He looked as if he was confessing, with red clouds from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, "I miss you! Lucas!"

Lucas froze.These simple and unpretentious words are very touching.This is not because of the charm of the language, but because of the emotion that Heron speaks outweighs the meaning of the language itself.

Lucas touched his flushed face, wiped the sweat from his forehead, held him in his arms after a while, and said with a complicated expression: "I miss you too, until now."

Helen calmed down for a while, and exhaled hot air on the crescent of his neck.He was relieved when he got a sincere response from Lucas.

After a long time, he said heavily: "Tell me everything you have experienced."

Lucas didn't let go, and said, "Remember when I was undercover at Brutus's house? My job was to feed the lions at that time."

He paused, "Animals also have human spirituality. Maybe that month's feeding was insignificant, but it was enough to save my life hanging from the lion's mouth at a critical moment. They still failed to bite me to death."

"Who's Levi?" Herron asked. "I've never heard that name."

"He is Daho Deli's confidant and my friend." Lucas said, "In the arena, he pulled me out of the tiger's mouth. That day, the lion bit my leg, It was he who fell from the sky and saved me again."

His voice lowered a bit: "That night, Daho and he had been watching us in the dark. Because he was afraid of being murdered, he didn't take action from the beginning to the end. He is a cautious villain in his blood."

Helen thought of that broad and healthy figure, and suddenly said: "It seems that the one who came to see me that day was that Levi."

"He saved me. But he is only a slave, and he has sworn an earth-shattering oath to his master. All he can rely on is his master; he has nowhere to go but Antony. Simple-minded slaves have no right to interfere with the interests of nobles Disputes, he could only obey his master, and brought me back to Antony, who was about to collapse."

"Oh...he just watched Daho do evil things!" Heron sighed, "But I have to say, he saved you."

"Daho simply bandaged me up to prolong my life as a bargaining chip against you. He wants to take a gamble to see if my slave can be exchanged for a rose garden." Lucas said, "In the end...he still won."

Heron was a little worried.He hugged Lucas tightly, with a heavy look on his face.

Daho's hypocritical smirk is like a ghost floating in the sight, a lingering nightmare scene.That is a person who can kill with a smile, and can face the torture of skinning and bonening calmly.His friendly mask seems to be nailed to the flesh and can never be removed, making it impossible for people to guess what he really thinks.

Helen felt a chill, "Daho is Brutus' older brother, but he is much harder to deal with than his younger brother. He is as slippery and cunning as a snake in a cave!"

Lucas suddenly said, "So it's like this... No wonder Seneca would appear at Brutus's place. Everything makes sense."

……

Herron slashed spending on the family home.Although there is no rose garden, at least he still has a public bath.The profit of the bathhouse is obviously much less than that of the rose garden, but it is enough to feed him, even though he no longer has the status of a veteran who is admired by everyone.

He put politics aside and took good care of Lucas.When I am happy, I will cook myself and cook a bowl of bone soup with saffron for Lucas.

Lucas' festered arm healed, leaving a glaring, twisted scar.His broken and misplaced bones and tendons, under the pursuit of herbs and wound medicine, gradually returned to normal.He managed to get rid of the bed and was able to walk with crutches, and his injury improved greatly.

When Gattuso came to the house in a hurry, Herron was still lying on the rocking chair and basking in the sun.

His crow-feather-colored cloak puffed up when he walked, and there was a tinkling sound from underneath, which was clear and sweet, as if his whole body was much lighter and more flexible because of this light sound.

He didn't ask the slave to report, and walked in directly, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.His chubby face got bigger because of his smile, and he looked rich and funny, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"The tribunes are busy!" he exclaimed. "Idleness like you leads you astray!"

Heron heard the noise, and the rocking chair suddenly stopped moving.He poked his head out of the cloak that half-hidden his face, and said, "Didn't I say that? My rank has fallen, and I am not eligible to run for tribune."

Gattuso was all smiles.He shook the parchment in his hand at Herron a few times, "Daho's trick failed. He helped you instead! But I don't think he wants to be such a good person at all."

"What's wrong?" Helen was confused.

"The new emperor issued a new decree." Gattuso grinned, "The tribune is a position for the benefit of many people, so the elders are not allowed to hold it. And this time, all the elders except you are the elders. That is to say ..."

He deliberately coughed twice to emphasize the point, "You are already the only candidate for the tribune, my dear cousin! Life is always full of accidents, and it's reassuring not to follow the established direction, isn't it?"

The author has something to say:

It is true that tribunes could only be served by commoners in ancient Rome, not nobles.Here, I changed it a little bit to include the knights, so it should be regarded as the transition of the reform.