I warmed his cold blood

Gnaia bit her lower lip tightly, shook her head, showing a grotesque expression.She couldn't tell whether she was laughing or angry, and she had a stiff breath like a marionette:

"Sooner or later that ring will be mine, and Polio will be mine...the day will come when you will go to hell with your mother..."

She accurately predicted where it was headed, causing Herren to hold his breath.

He was surprised that the day when he was deprived of his family property in his previous life was also such a snowy day.

— that day is coming.

"Hold her down, don't let her move!" Fanny said suddenly, and Felitina helped her to stand up.

She approached Gnaia tremblingly, her posture was quite condescending.She stood firm, her lips were tightly pressed, and her expression was extremely serious, like a god of the underworld who judged the undead, with a cold light like a sword in her eyes.

Never in her short life had she been more powerful than this moment.

She stared at Gnaia, stretched her hand out of the cloak, put her fingers together, and slapped her with all her strength.

The slap was particularly loud, sharp and crisp, no less than a sharpened blade.

Herron looked at Fanny in surprise.In my memory, my mother has never done such rude things.

Gnaia screamed, her long hair covered her face, and she was very embarrassed.

"Although I am seriously ill, I still have the strength to hit you." Fanny bit her words heavily, "Let a woman do it when it comes to beating a woman!"

Gnaia struggled frantically and was pinned down by the two slaves. She hissed and stared at Fanny from the loose locks of her hair, like a ghost who came to kill her.

Suddenly, she started giggling again, her voice gradually increased, as if she was slowly walking towards boiling water; at last she was completely insane, and she couldn't hide it, her beauty was torn to pieces by this madness, and her laughter was like that of a devil after doing evil Success means.

"You failed wife!" She sneered, "Oh no... not only a failed wife, but also a failed nobleman. Your eyes are blinded by stupidity, what can you see through? I despise your humble character, I despise your ignorance even more..."

"Drag this lunatic out!" Herron ordered.

The slave grabbed her arm and dragged her away step by step.Her hair was disheveled and she cursed Fanny till the end.

"You don't deserve Pliny at all! Bitch! You're dirtier than street rats, more disgusting than maggots in the sewers! Stupid Claudius, stupid slaveholder..."

The sharp voice gradually weakened, and finally disappeared outside the door.

Fanny spent the last of her strength.She is like a radish with bran heart, which can no longer withstand the wind and rain.Gasping for air, she slumped in the wheelchair, further weakened by her anger.

Fritina brought her lemonade, and she drank a little before regaining some vigor.

Helen paced back and forth, her cotton boots creaking on the snow.

——According to Gnaia, she already knew the whereabouts of the Red Ring, and she was confident about robbing the family property.

He thought of the colorful ring on her finger, and his mind was disturbed, and his steps became disordered.

"Gnaia has the intention of snatching Polio." He turned to Fanny and said, "Besides, she is as confident as a rooster with a red crown!"

"She can't take it away...you are the rightful head of the house." Fanny wiped her mouth, "That shameless woman is just showing off her tongue."

"That's not necessarily true." Heron shook his head. "If Pliny made a will, and the heir in the will is not me, the court will definitely take Polio away!"

"Impossible!" Fanny sharply denied, "Pliny would not treat you like this! He has been away from us for 20 years, but he never thought of divorcing me! He is not unkind to us!"

Her tone was full of affirmation, as if the ice in the deep sea was indestructible.This unreasonable affirmation made her like a loyal guard, respectfully guarding a marriage that existed in name only, with a humble posture.

Heron suddenly became annoyed.

He hated Pliny, and he hated Fanny's unconditional love for Pliny.

"God! Isn't the ring on Gnaia's hand enough to explain everything?!" He roared, "How long are you going to speak for him?! Let me tell you..."

He paused, "Pliny made a will, stipulating that Brutus is the heir, not my own son! You said he was not heartless, so let me ask you, do you know that he made a will? ? Do you know the whereabouts of the red seal? But Gnaia knows all of this clearly..."

Fanny blushed, covering her mouth with a trembling hand, "Impossible...impossible..." She just repeated, her whole body convulsed, with an expression of disbelief.

"That's the truth." Helen said coldly, "If I had to, I would consider selling all my property and take the money to other provinces to start my own business! At least I can guarantee that I will have no worries..."

"You can't sell it!" Fanny stood up from the wheelchair, her shoulders trembling, and her eyes shot like arrows.Her strength, her vigor, seemed to be all thrown at this station, and even the strength deep in her soul was brought out.

"You are the son of Pliny, you cannot do such a thing against his will!"

Helen clenched her fists, dizzy with anger, her temples throbbed, as if a shuttle was about to come out.

"He didn't give me love, but gave me a bunch of boring broken rules! Am I going to be trapped here and watch myself lose everything?! The pedantic mother... the prodigal father..."

He was panting violently.All the anger that had been suppressed for a long time was released, like a sleeping monster suddenly waking up, with red eyes trying to devour everything.His face was turning blue, his lips were trembling with anger, and his eyes were turning black.The anger that flowed from the previous life merged with the helplessness of the present.

His resentment and sadness broke out completely at this moment, and he always hid it very well.

He suddenly calmed down, pursed his lips tightly, said nothing, and stared at his toes.

Lucas stood in the corner, gasping, staring at him, mouth slightly open.

——He knew that Herron was extremely angry.

With a muffled voice, Herron walked slowly to the plaster statue of Pliny, staring at it expressionlessly.

He tilted his head slightly, and moved his eyes from the hair of the plaster statue to his shoulders. His eyes were by no means more alive than any dead thing.

He bent down, picked up a sharp stone from the grass in the courtyard, and slammed it hard at the plaster statue.The plaster statue shattered, and gray dust fell down.

"No!" Fanny yelled. She tried to stop him, but she slumped down in her wheelchair. "Don't do that! Hermia!"

Harron could hear nothing.He seemed to be wearing a static mask, with a frozen expression and indifferent repetition of movements.The plaster statue was badly cracked, and the broken stones swirled onto his face, leaving shallow scars.

He didn't care, and he didn't feel any pain.

Fanny began to cry, and wiped her tears helplessly.Her cries rose and fell, echoing in the courtyard like waves.

The slaves all hid and looked at each other, for fear of offending the master at this time and getting bad luck.

Lucas ran over and hugged Herren from behind, clamping his arms.

"Stop it! Master!" He reached out and slapped the stone away.

"Let me go." Helen said coldly, pushing his hand away, "Let me go! Lucas!"

Lucas wrapped his arms around his waist, trying to catch his flailing arms.

Heron was out of breath, and directly beat the plaster statue with his fist.He seemed to lose his sense of pain, a lot of blood came out from his hands, the plaster was stained red, and mottled blood smeared on Pliny's cheeks.

He elbowed Lucas in the ribs, "Let me go! Let me go!" he growled, kicking his feet hard.

Lucas remained silent, tightened his grip on his body, and hugged him tightly.

"What are you stupid slaves standing there for?!" cried Fanny. "Don't you pull your master! His hands are going to crumble!"

Only then did the surrounding slaves come out and control him with all their might.

Helen sat down on the ground, breathing rapidly, stretched out trembling fingers, and looked at the back of his bloody hand.

Only then did he feel the burning pain.

He sat for a long time, the thumping arteries in his brow subsided a little, the anger that had left him limp and parched.The vitality that belonged to young people was also swept away by anger, leaving him exhausted.

"Lucas..." he said weakly, "help me back to the house."

Lucas squatted down, pulled his arm over his shoulder, lifted him up, and moved forward step by step.

Herron walked limply.Lucas turned his head and saw that there was a lime-streaked wound on his face, and subconsciously reached out to touch it.

"Don't touch my son's face with your savage fingers!" Fanny said with a dark face, "a barbaric gladiator is not qualified to touch his master's chest above."

Lucas wanted to withdraw his hand, but Heron raised his hand and grabbed it.He tried to withdraw, but was unsuccessful.

— because Herron held it very tightly.

Helen grasped his hand tightly, the knuckles turned white, and it just stayed beside his cheek, very close to each other.

"You seem to have a lot of prejudice against Lucas." Herron looked at Fanny, "Because he is a German? Just because he is a gladiator?"

Fanny looked more and more troubled. "He ought to be a slave," she said. "He's gone too far, hasn't he?"

Helen held Lucas's hand and smeared it on his own face, as if to prove something.

"That's what I allowed him to pass over."

Lucas shuddered.There was a gleam of light in the blue eyes, like the wake of a ship turning over the ocean.

"You can't do this! Hermia!" Fanny shouted, "he is a cold-blooded monster! He will never control himself! He is only the plaything of the nobles and the source of the corruption of all Rome!"

Herron was silent for a while, staring at Fanny for a long time.His eyes were scrutinizing, as if he wanted to see through her layers, through her dodging eyes, to find out her real thoughts and concerns.

After a long time, he said in a low voice: "You are my mother, and I respect your opinion. But unfortunately, I can't accept it. Because you don't understand at all what I have experienced with him. Dare I say, Without him, you couldn't have a son alive and kicking."

"Hermia..." Fanny was astonished, "he is only a slave! He is so humble that even the decorative vases in the dining room are worth more than him! Do you want to disobey your mother for such a cheap thing?" ?!"

"He's really lowly, he can't even read Latin, and he's got a lot of typos in his books. He also has a history of leaving home without authorization, and he always likes to make his own way! I bet there will be no more disobedient than him A slave! But even so, no one is allowed to scold him, because his master is only me. In other words..."

Helen paused and deepened his tone, "He's mine!"