I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 9

Since this flattering dinner, Lucas has lived as usual.He still stood or squatted to eat his master's leftovers dutifully, just like other slaves.

The honor of eating with the master was short-lived, and it didn't seem to have brought him any change.It just passed by so quietly.

Life in the Rose Garden didn't last very long.After Heron recovered from his foot injury, the two returned home in a carriage.This time, they didn't make extra stops.

Walking into the atrium in a hurry, Helen scooped a handful of cold water from the patio to wash his face.

His eyes blinked sourly from the raw water, and he caught a glimpse of Fanny running up to him, cupping his wet face in both hands.

"Hermia!" Fanny shook his head worriedly. "I heard you were almost killed! My God..."

Herron was shaken dizzily.He tore off her hand and comforted, "Oh mother, I'm not dead yet..."

Fanny flushed eagerly.It was unnaturally rosy, like a pale face covered with red powder, and the obsidian on the forehead was tilted to one side.

"Hermia...you know I can't lose another Polio..."

Helen straightened the black stone for her, took a step back, hopped around like a kangaroo, and stretched out his arms to her: "Look, my arms are still connected to my shoulders, and my legs can still hop!"

"Oh, my little Hermia..." Fanny laughed at his deliberate antics.

"It was my slave who saved me." Helen pointed to Lucas behind him, "He is a brave and loyal gladiator."

Fanny's eyes changed, and she quickly glanced at Lucas.

"Mother, I want to ask you something." Helen didn't notice her slight abnormality. "Do you know that father once had a red seal ring? There is also a locket?"

"I don't know what gold box he has. But the Red Seal ring..." Fanny looked sour, "Pliny wore it a long time ago. But he said... he gave the ring to the man he loved the most." , I changed to the black seal ring."

"The person I love the most?! But he was already married to you at that time! Even I was born!"

"He and I are in a political marriage, Hermia." Fanny was a little sad, "I can't control his heart."

"But you love him, don't you?" Helen said with a complicated expression.

Fanny's brows trembled twice, and she fell silent passively.

Helen continued to ask: "Then... who is his favorite person?"

"It was his cousin, Pliny himself told me," said Fanny, "but she died before I knew Pliny. I wonder how he gave the seal ring to a dead person's."

"Cousin? Then her surname is Polio?"

"Yes. She died before she was married and is buried in Polio's family grave."

"what is her name?"

"Keoppella."

Everything is still full of doubts.

Herron had to guess that the Red Ring was in Keopera's tomb.Pliny is the head of Polio's family, and he has the right to dig up the graves of his ancestors.But how did Brutus, who had a different surname, get the red ring?Isn't Keopera the father's favorite?Did he give the red ring to the widow he befriended?If so, why didn't Brutus come to ask for the family property now, and wait until half a year later?

Fanny was frail, and she soon turned blue through excitement and sorrow.

Felitina wiped her face and hands with peppermint water, and helped her walk slowly back into the house.

At this time, the wheels stopped in front of the door, and several slaves moved out several huge birdcages from the carriage.

They carried the cages to the atrium and stacked them neatly.The immature chirping is like the hot mist of boiling water, quickly filling the entire courtyard.

"Master, the baby pigeons you ordered have arrived." The slave said respectfully, "These are all newborn cubs."

Heren certainly remembers these pigeons.In order to raise pigeons in captivity, he spent a lot of time and effort.It's just that he is not good at keeping pigeons, or these pigeons are too ruthless.As soon as they could fly, they were taken away by the sky, and there was not one left.

"Back." Helen said with a glance. "Too lazy to raise these twittering things."

The slave froze in embarrassment, unable to grasp his master's moodiness.

Lucas walked over, stretched out his index finger and got into the crack of the cage, and the young pigeon's soft beak lightly pecked on the belly of the finger.

"I'll raise pigeons for you." He tapped the young pigeon's head with his finger, "I can raise pigeons."

"You will raise these?"

"To tell you the truth, I have raised many animals." Lucas looked proud. "I have raised pigeons, dogs, lions, hedgehogs, and even Egyptian orangutans. I also learned their calls." Voice."

Herron looked at him suspiciously.

Lucas dropped his arms as if dislocated, pounding his chest, and scratching his shoulders from time to time.Under Heron's dazed gaze, he grinned and staggered a few steps.That inhuman appearance really made onlookers feel sorry for his handsome appearance.

The slave standing next to him glanced at him, holding back a smile desperately, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"This is the orangutan in Egypt." He resumed his human posture and said solemnly.

"And..." He pursed his lips, and let out a deep "cuckoo" sound from his nasal cavity, as if jumping straight from his abdomen to his throat, resonating with multiple organs.

"It's a pigeon calling."

He put two little fingers on his lower lip and moved his lips quickly.The twittering birdsong sounded enough to confuse the real one.It was crisp and sharp, not his usual voice at all.

Heron even felt a flock of birds flying around the vault.

The slave stopped laughing, and looked at Lucas in amazement.The effect of realistic bird calls from a human mouth is undeniably stunning.

"My God, Lucas! I've seen this kind of performance, but this one is very rare. I didn't expect you to..." Heron was stunned. "How long have you been studying?"

"I don't remember it for a long time!" Lucas raised his eyebrows. "My parents were slaves who took care of animals. I probably started to imitate animals when the fluff on my face was still standing on end."

Herron stared at him blankly, as if trying to see through his chest.He was undoubtedly pleasantly surprised, but at this time Lucas, who had an excellent ventriloquist, seemed extremely strange.He felt that he was meeting him for the first time, even though he had passed through life and death twice.

"Lucas," he said, "I just met you."

"You don't need to spend time getting to know a slave, my master." Lucas said with a smile, "You just need to enjoy what a noble should enjoy."

The days went by so smoothly.Helen specially went to the family tomb, excavated and checked Keopera's tomb.As expected, there was nothing but white bones inside.He didn't have much hope, but he was also disappointed.

The fluff of the young pigeons gradually thickened, and they were housed in the open space behind.The gray and white forechest protrudes cutely, and the red claws are strong and powerful.Most importantly, none escaped.This is due to the careful breeding and training of Lucas.

Helen sat on the marble fence of the high platform, with his feet hanging down empty, facing the pigeons eating on the ground.He has no fear of heights, and calmly sprinkles corn kernels on the ground to feed the pigeons.

When Lucas came to the open space, he saw the owner on the fence at a glance, and hurriedly shouted: "Your posture looks like you are about to jump off. I can guarantee that if you make a bigger move, you will definitely fall to the ground and get hurt. "

Helen glanced at him plainly, ignored him, and sprinkled corn as if nothing had happened.

Lucas sighed and walked to the high platform, raising his eyes from time to time to check on Herren's safety.

A slave walked up to the high platform and said to Helen's back, "Master, there is a mother and son looking for you outside the door."

Helen froze, scattered all the remaining corn in his hand, turned over and jumped onto the high platform with his arms stretched.

Lucas in the audience broke out in a cold sweat.

"Have they reported their names?" Heron asked, patting the dust off his robes.

"Well. The son's name is Brutus, and the mother's name is Gnaia."

As in the past, the enemy reappeared on time.

"I'll meet them in person." Helen said slowly.

He deliberately changed into a luxurious toga for entertaining guests, and went to the atrium.That's where the guests are received.

This time, his attitude was completely different.He wants to get to know them.

At the beginning, when he heard that the mother and son had come to look for him, he threw them out with all his might.He could not treat his father's mistress as a guest of honor.

And when I saw them again, it was the day they were sentenced as "illegal heirs".

In the hard marble atrium, there is a flash of brilliant red, which is Gnaia's dress.Her nails and lips are always bright red, and the corners of her eyes are drawn up with ink lines.She was undeniably beautiful, even coquettish, and the dense red couldn't hide her own brilliance.The light brown pupils are always full of affection, and the occasional flashes of light make her show her inherent surlyness.

"I'm a friend of your father's life." She said, "I want to come to his house to mourn him. I wonder if there is still time?"

According to etiquette, she should have walked behind her son, but she was one step ahead of him.

"Oh! I have to say..." She raised a thin eyebrow, "You and your father look very much alike."

Herron gave her a hypocritical smile, and looked up to meet Brutus' gaze.

Brutus did not inherit Gnaia's beauty, he was mediocre and nothing remarkable.He is thin and short, with curly black hair, his chin is always retracted, and his tightly closed lips are as thin as a blade.This makes the lower half of his face often in shadow, giving him a gloomy and gloomy aura.

It is worth mentioning that he wears a ruby ​​bracelet on his wrist.

He walked over slowly, holding Gnaia's arm like a girl, and was silent.

Helen noticed his action and was secretly surprised.