I warmed his cold blood

Some time after the wedding banquet, Antony demanded a high price from Brutus, claiming that the gold cup came from the royal family and was illuminated by the light of the gods.If Brutus does not pay, he will be convicted of "damaging the royal family".

In desperation, Brutus sold his olive orchard to Antony.

He lost his greatest fortune and was reduced from knight to commoner.He was no longer an aristocrat, and his source of income was cut off, so he had to sell half of his slaves, and even ate his meals sitting on a chair.His surname is no longer noble, like a piece of iron that has been blunted by moisture and rust, without any essential brightness.

The slave who caused the trouble was very miserable and was punished by Brutus with 50 lashes.Because the family didn't have enough staff, they reluctantly spared his life.

Herron was sitting on the fence feeding the pigeons when she heard the news.

He smiled and calmed down again.His friend's misfortune made him happy for a moment, but only for a moment.

He dangled his feet and gazed leisurely into the distance.The floating white feathers are like ripples on the surface of the water, and the doves peck at it without hunger.His eyes moved from the blue sky and white clouds to the pigeons, and then slowly looked at the open space beside the pigeons——

A dagger was left there.

His thoughts quickly went back to Lucas who was practicing the sword.

The mighty gladiator was young and mighty, drew blood with his sword, and was always dripping with sweat, as sharp as himself.His temperament is always sharp, like the sharp sword in his hand, or he himself is a sharpened sword.

Helen was silent, suddenly a little irritable, and threw all the corn kernels out.

"Hermia! My God..."

Fanny was supported by Felitina, with a worried expression on her face, "My child, it looks like you are about to fall...you'd better get down now!"

It suddenly occurred to Herron that Lucas once stood on the ground like this, loudly reminding himself of the danger.

He came down from the dais, helped Fanny into the hall, and poured her a glass of lemonade.

"Mother, I want to find something to do, whether it's a business or something else." Helen thought for a while and said, "I'm already 24 years old, maybe making money would be a good decision."

Fanny took a breath, and her gray eyes burst into light.Her cheeks instantly became rosy, and the blood in her body seemed to be pulsating.She gasped for air, the obsidian on her forehead trembling.At this moment, the illness was far away from her.

"My Hermia..." she said pleasantly, "by the gods! How good that you can think of business and money! Oh...Polio's revival is hopeful...Pliny has a son who is motivated ..."

Seeing her reaction, Heron felt a little ashamed.

Fanny kissed his forehead and said with a smile: "I will make contacts for you, Hermia. The Claudius family has many business partners. Pliny is dead, but you still have me as a mother! I want to give You find an experienced partner and let you absorb his business knowledge!"

"What a great mother!" Helen smiled and picked up the water glass, "But you'd better drink some lemonade first, because I need you to live a long and healthy life!"

……

Fanny quickly found a suitable candidate.

The partner is Utis, a Gaul who specializes in the wool blanket business. He has cooperated with the Claudius family for more than 40 years and is very trustworthy.

According to Fanny's description, Utis has black hair and blue eyes, and a curly beard that is particularly thick. He is relatively tall, always wears the unique trousers of the Gauls, and is not very talkative.

Fanny wrote several times to Utis.Utis said kindly that he would meet Heron at the foot of the Apennines and drive him to his home to inspect the goods.The shipment was two boxes of woolen blankets.

Herron wasted no time.He chose an honest slave, and he drove a carriage to Gaul.

After traveling for three days, the two arrived at the Apennines.

The stream caresses the mountain stream, and the water is gurgling, like a silver snake winding between the two mountains.The neighboring green hills looked at each other, against the turquoise blue sky.The mountain stream is so narrow that only one person can pass through it. The mountain wall is earthy yellow, and the top of the mountain is covered with scattered green forests. The top of the forest provokes a round of red sun.

This beautiful mosaic of colors bursts into view, accompanied by the unique fresh smell of the forest.

Utis has been waiting for a long time.

He was standing on a big rock, wearing a black felt hat and black long-sleeved trousers.The red sun above his head is squeezed between the earthy yellow mountain walls, and the white water flows under his feet, like a stroke of extremely thick black ink splashing between the sky and the earth.

He saw Heron's carriage and nimbly jumped off the boulder, half of his trousers were wet by the current.In the colorful scene in front of him, he seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

"Master Polio." He bowed his head to Heron, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Heron was a little surprised.He originally thought that Utis would not be so strong because of his age.

Utis was blowing his beard, his eyes were bent into a boat shape, and his face was full of smiles.His thick beard and hair covered most of his face, and his messy bangs covered his blue eyes, making his face unclear.He is tall and powerful, unlike an old man in business.

"Get in the carriage, Utis." Helen said, "Take me to your house to check the goods."

Utis sat down on the carriage, took the initiative to grab the whip, and hummed a little tune.He put one leg on the car floor, the other hung down and shook, his fluffy head shook from side to side, as if he was playing the rhythm of the song he was humming.

—He was such a jolly little old man.Herron thought.

"Today is Vulcan's Day! I promise you, you will see extraordinary bonfires in Gaul! There is good wine here, the newly opened baths are as clean as wax, and the slaves are hardworking!" Uti His voice was shrill, and he swished his riding whip.

Herron didn't intend to have fun with the people he met for the first time: "I think it's better for us to talk about business. Good wine, bathing places and so on can only damage my health."

"Oh... there's more to life than money and business! Wine, baths, and gladiatorial fights cause disease, but without them, what's the fun in life?!"

Utis turned his face away, his blue eyes looked back through his hair, and the flickering light just shone on, and his bangs couldn't cover up the light.

Heron was a little dazed, and at this moment he thought of Lucas.

He paused for a while, and said, "You are such a special old man, you don't have any aging temperament..."

Utis stroked his beard and laughed twice, "Life should be forever young, Mr. Polio! People will always be misled by the aging of the skin, and then die of old age in self-pity. Nothing is more sad than this..."

Helen thought for a while, "But it is impossible for people to ignore their own appearance. Those who say that they are not affected by appearances at all are just pretending. You also know that since the Greek era, there have been hypocritical people pretending to be free and easy. They Being fettered by material things, you have to pretend to be spiritually supreme..."

He paused, and said in a slow tone: "Oh, I'm not talking about you, Utis. I just hate those people who regard aloofness as their superiority..."

"I don't mind at all!" Utis flicked his whip on the horse's back. "I like to hear you say this. I think... I'm afraid you seldom say these things to others! I feel very honored!"

He raised his voice. "All men grow old. Their skin is like the skin of a walnut, their hair is like a broken harp string, and their mouth is like a dry leaf. But for all that, I wish you eternal youth!"

Helen glanced at him, "My mother said that you don't talk much and are always taciturn. But now it seems that her perception of you seems to be wrong."

Utis rolled his blue eyes, "People change."

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the streets of Gaul.