Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 33: Christoja

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At this moment, the woman turned around when she heard the sound, Daves' eyes widened: she saw the woman with bright blond hair, which was simply rolled into a bun, piled softly behind her head like a cloud. Exposed a snow-white slender neck; under the smooth forehead are two curved thin eyebrows, and the bright blue eyes are like Aegean water. The long and curved eyelashes conceal the eyes, adding a little hazy temptation; the bridge of the nose is not complete. It is tall and straight, but has a small arc, so that it is less heroic, and more playful and feminine; the lips are evenly thick, with gorgeous blood, and the delicate and white face is as smooth as a goose egg. The perfect arc outlines the slightly warped chin...

Even though I have seen countless beauties on TV in my previous life, the beauty of this woman still dazzles Davers...

She opened her lips lightly, revealing her neat white teeth: "Dear Chief Davers, my name is Christoya.

"...Um...Um..." Daves replied subconsciously, without even thinking: Who is Christoya? Do you know yourself?

Obviously, Christia saw the gaffe of many men in front of her, did not show any expression of contempt, but took a step forward and said softly: "I am Pronives, aristocrat of Miletus. My daughter, the concubine of Cyrus, the Prince of Persia, now seeks refuge from you!"

Little Cyrus' concubine? ! Davos was so excited that he suddenly remembered what Olivers had said before, and blurted out: "You are the woman who escaped from the Persian soldier when the little Cyrus was killed!"

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

"It doesn't matter...this is the arrangement of the goddess of fate." Kristonia looked sad: "I escaped with luck anyway, but the other sisters..."

Daves' heart throbbed again with her low eyebrows and sad look. He secretly scolded himself for nothing: In his previous life, he was about to get married, and he was not a virgin!

But after all, it was the first time that he was alone with such a beautiful woman at close range. He coughed unnaturally and asked: "Where were you before?"

"Clearkus is a trustworthy leader. For the sake of Cyrus, he protected me. It's a pity..."

Although Daves was attracted by Christia’s beauty, his mind was still sober, so he continued to ask: "Although Clearkus is dead, Timathon becomes the new leader. You can Let him continue to protect you. Now that we are at war with the Persians, you don’t have to worry about anything."

"However, Timathon is not as prestigious as Clearkus in the barracks. He can't control those who want...want to humiliate me." Christia's face was blushing and she wanted to cry. .

Davers has no intention of appreciating beauty. He has calmed down now and naturally thinks more. He thought to himself: he openly advocated unity at the General Assembly of the whole army. As soon as he came back, the beauty of the Ma Song army camp ran into his account. Those who did not understand the situation thought that he was greedy for beauty and ignored the friendly forces and kidnapped her!

He was meditating, but Kristia saw that Davers did not respond, and was a little anxious: "I heard that you are the "favorite" of Hades. The soldiers in the entire barracks are in awe of you, so I chose you. I became the leader, so I sneaked over while you were holding a general meeting and slack in governance. For the sake of the gods, you must help me!" She was in a hurry and stepped forward and grabbed Davers's hand, begged.

The two were close at hand, Daves could smell the fragrance of her hair, and when he lowered his head, he could see her plump and white breasts. He pressed the urge to hug her and said, "Don't worry. Come on, I'll help you." With that, he took a step back and shouted out: "Come in Assistus!"

Christoya uttered "Oh," she hurriedly backed away, her face was blushing again.

As Davers's messenger, Asistus had been waiting outside the tent, and upon hearing the order, he immediately came in. The situation inside the tent made him stunned.

"You go to Keli Thorpes and say,'Little Cyrus' concubine, Miletus, Kristia, wants to march with our barracks and ask him if he agrees'"

"...Asistes!...Asistes! Do you understand?"

"...Oh...oh...I understand." Assistus returned to his senses, hurriedly withdrew his eyes, and hurriedly replied.

"Understood, don't hurry up!"

"Yes! Yes!" Before Asistes went out, he didn't forget to take a peek.

"This little guy!" Davers laughed and cursed: "Don't blame him, who called you so charming! He couldn't help but tease.

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

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

"Will Kerithorpes agree to let me stay?" Kristonia still spoke first, asking with some worry.

"I think it shouldn’t be a big problem. You are free, and you are not someone’s slave. You have the right to choose where you want to go." Davers comforted her and said, "Actually, go to Kerry Thorpes Finding shelter there is the best choice."

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

For some reason, Davers was relieved.

Hearing the phrase ‘you are free and not someone’s slave’, Kristia suddenly felt like crying, and her eyes flowed on Davers. For a moment, she said softly: "Where is Chief Davos from?"

"Just call me Daves." Daves corrected, and the remaining memories came to his mind: "I am from Thessari and my hometown is in a village near Macedonia."

"You came out as a mercenary at such a young age, don't your parents worry about it?"

"My parents have already passed away."

"Sorry, I don't know..." Christoya apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay." Daves waved his hand. He didn't feel anything. For the parents of this body, he did not feel the rebirth at all, but Kristia's question reminded him of his previous life. My parents are sad.

Christoia looked at him silently, and she suddenly throbbed. On the one hand, the leader's youth and the death of both parents inspired her maternal desire for protection; on the other hand, his calmness beyond age made her feel that she was talking with an older and stable leader. This difference highlights the mystery of Daves, which greatly attracts Kristia.

"They all say that you are Hades's ‘favorite’. Is this true?" Kristia realized that she was too presumptuous when she blurted out this sentence.

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

"I believe it!" Kristonia immediately made up for her previous mistakes.

Davers smiled and slowly said: "When it is difficult, he will always find a **** to sustenance, so as not to keep himself out of fear and lead to mental breakdown. But if you rely too much on the gods, It is not by one's own efforts to get out of the predicament, but what we finally wait for can only accelerate destruction..."

Christoya opened her mouth slightly, thoughtfully...

……

I don't know why, the two of them had a very speculative chat.

For Daves, the depression and depression since the journey are rarely released.

For Christoya, the daughter of the Miletus nobleman died of her mother since she was a child, and her stepmother didn’t care about her... When she grew up, Miletus was besieged by Cyrus, in order to Preserving his family and power, the only father who loved her gave Kristonia to Cyrus. Cyrus was very fond of her, but privately, other concubines made things difficult for her because of jealousy. After the death of little Cyrus, she fled to Camp Clearkus. She was very disturbed by the lustful gazes of the guards of the camp and several squadron captains every day... Today she is rare to suppress the oppression she has been suffering all the time. Talk to someone you just met...

As it was just talking about it, Asistus came in, followed by the army's herald, Tolmeide.