Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

At this moment, the woman turned around when she heard the sound, and Davies couldn't help widening her eyes: I saw the woman's bright blond hair, simply pulled into a bun, and piled up behind the head like a cloud, showing white and slender. Under the smooth forehead are two curved thin eyebrows, bright eyes are blue like the Aegean water, long and curved eyelashes cover the eyes, adding a little hazy temptation; the bridge of the nose is not completely straight, and There is a small arc, which is less heroic, and more playful and feminine; thick and even lips, with gorgeous blood color, delicate and white face as smooth as goose eggs, and finally with a perfect arc Outline a slightly warped chin...

Despite seeing countless beauties on TV in the previous life, this woman's beauty still dazzled Daveus...

She lifted her lips lightly, revealing white, neat teeth: "Dear Chief Davis, my name is Christosia.

"...Um...um..." Davos responded subconsciously without even thinking: Who is Christosia?Do you know yourself?

Obviously, Kristoa saw many more men's gaffes in front of her, without showing any contempt, but stepped forward and said softly: "I am the daughter of Provence, the aristocrat of Miletus, The concubine of Cyrus the Prince of Persia, now seeks refuge in you!"

The little concubine's concubine?!Daveus excitedly remembered what Oliver said before and blurted out: "You are the one...when the little Cyrus was killed, the woman who escaped from the Persian soldiers!"

As soon as the words were spoken, he felt wrong and said, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't...shouldn't--"

"It's okay...it's all arranged by the goddess of destiny." Christosia looked sadly: "I'm lucky enough to escape, but the other sisters..."

Her low-browed, sad expression made Davers' heart throb again.He secretly cursed that he didn't have a good time: the people of the past life were almost married, and they were not virgins!

But after all, this is the first time he has been alone with such a beautiful woman at close range. He coughed a little unnaturally and asked, "Where were you before?"

"Clearkus is a trustworthy leader. He looks after the little Cyrus and protects me. Unfortunately..."

Although Daveus was attracted by the beauty of Christoya, his mind was still clear, so he continued to ask: "Although Clearkus is dead, Timmasong has become the new leader, you can let him continue Protect you. Now that we have waged war with the Persians, you don’t have to worry about anything anymore."

"However, Timmasong is not as prestigious as Clearkus in the barracks. He can't control those who want... want to humiliate me." Kristoa's face was ashamed and weeping.

Daveus had no intention of appreciating beauty, and now he had calmed down and naturally thought more.He secretly thought: he publicly advocated unity at the General Assembly, and when he came back, the beauty of Tima Song Barracks ran into his account. If he did not understand the situation, he thought he was greedy for beauty, regardless of the friendly army, and hijacked her!

He was contemplative, and Cristoa was anxious when he saw that Davis didn’t respond. “I heard that you are a “beloved” of Hades. The soldiers in the entire barracks awed you before choosing you as the leader. , So I took advantage of your opening of the General Assembly and when the governance was lax, I sneaked over. For the sake of the gods, you must help me!" She anxiously stepped forward and grabbed Daveus Hands, begging.

The distance between them was so close that Daveus could smell the fragrance of her hair. He pressed the urge to hug her and said, "Relax, I will help you." Saying that, he took a step back And shouted out: "Aciestes come in!"

Kristoa “Oops,” he hurriedly backed away, his face flushed again.

As the herald of Daphes, Yasistus had been waiting outside the tent. He heard the order, and he immediately came in. The situation inside the tent froze him.

"You go to Kleethorpes and say,'The concubine of Little Cyrus, the Miletus, Christosia, want to march with our barracks and ask him if he agrees'"

"...Assisters!...Assisters! Do you understand?"

"...Oh...Oh...I get it." Yasistus recovered, hurriedly withdrawn his eyes, and hurriedly replied.

"Understood, don't go soon!"

"Yes! Yes!!!" Before Yasisters went out, he did not forget to take a peek.

"This little guy!" Daveus smiled and scolded: "Don't blame him, who makes you too charming! He couldn't help but tease.

Kristya chuckled: "The leader, you seem to be younger than him, and I haven't seen you like him."

Davers smiled awkwardly, and the tent fell silent for a moment.

"Will Kleethorpes agree to let me stay?" Or Christopher spoke first, asking with some concern.

"I don't think it's a problem. You are free and not a slave. You have the right to choose where you want to go." Daveus comforted her and said, "Actually, go to Kleethorpes for shelter." Is the best choice."

"I don't like Spartans!" Kristoa replied very simply.

Somehow, Daphes was relieved.

Hearing the phrase, "You are free, not a slave", Kristoa suddenly felt like she wanted to cry, and her eyes circulated on Daveus.For a moment, she said softly, "Where is the leader of Davos?"

"Just call me Daphes." Daves corrected, and the remaining memory came to my mind: "I am Cesari, and my hometown is in a village near Macedonia."

"You came out as a mercenary at such a young age, aren't your parents worried?"

"My parents have already passed away."

"I'm sorry, I don't know..." Kristoa apologized.

"It's okay." Daveus waved his hand. He didn't feel anything. He really didn't feel anything about the body's parents, who passed through the rebirth, but Kristoa's question reminded him of the parents of the previous life. Not sad.

Cristoya looked at him silently, and suddenly there was a touch of throb.On the one hand, the leader’s young and parents’ deaths inspired her desire to protect her mother; on the other hand, his calmness beyond age made her feel like she was talking with the same old and stable leader.This difference highlights Davis's mystery, which greatly attracts Christosia.

"They all say that you are Hades's "beloved person", is this true?" Christopher blurted out this sentence, realizing that she was too presumptuous.

However, Davers didn't mind and asked, "Do you believe it?"

"I believe!" Kristoa immediately made up for the previous mistake.

Daveus smiled and said slowly: "In times of difficulty, I always find a god to sustenance, so as not to keep myself out of fear and cause my heart to collapse. But if I rely too much on the god, not on my own The efforts to get out of the predicament, and the only thing you can finally wait for is the accelerated destruction..."

Kristoa opened her mouth slightly, thoughtfully...

...

I don't know why, the two actually talked very speculatively.

For Davis, the depression and distress since the crossing were rarely released.

For Christoya, the daughter of the Miletus nobleman died of her mother from an early age, and her stepmother did not care about her... When she grew up, Miley was under siege from Little Cyrus, in order to protect her own Family and power, the only father who loved her gave Christoya to Little Cyrus.Cyrus was very fond of her, but in private, other concubines made her difficult because of jealousy.After the death of Little Cyrus, she fled to Camp Clearkus, and she was very disturbed by the escort of the battalion and several squadron commanders every day. Talk to someone you just know...

As he was talking about it, Yasisters came in, followed by the army's herald, Tormid.