Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece - Chapter 33

[Chapter 33 Cristoia]

At this moment, the woman turned around when she heard the sound, and Davos couldn’t help but widen his eyes: I saw the woman’s bright blonde hair, simply tied into a bun, and piled up behind her head like a cloud, revealing a snow-white slenderness. The neck; under the smooth forehead are two thin curved eyebrows, the bright eyes are as blue as the Aegean sea, the long and curved eyelashes hide the light, adding a bit of hazy temptation; the bridge of the nose is not completely straight, but There is a small arc, which is less heroic, and more playful and feminine; the lips are thick and even, with a gorgeous blood color, the delicate and white face is as smooth as a goose egg, and finally a perfect arc Outline the slightly raised chin…

Although she had seen countless beauties on TV in her previous life, the beauty of this woman still dazzled Davers…

She lightly opened her lips, revealing her white and neat teeth: “Dear Chief Davos, my name is Cristoia.

“… um… um…” Davos replied subconsciously, without thinking at all: Who is Cristoia?

Do you know yourself?

Obviously, Cristoia saw many men’s gaffes in front of her, without showing any contempt, but stepped forward and said softly: “I am the daughter of Pronephus, a nobleman of Miletus, The concubine of Cyrus the Younger, Prince of Persia, now seeks asylum from you!”

Little Cyrus’ concubine?

!

Davos was jolted, suddenly remembered what Olivers had said before, and blurted out: “You are the woman who escaped from the Persian soldiers when little Cyrus was killed!”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t—”

“It doesn’t matter… It’s all arranged by the goddess of fate.” Cristoia looked sad: “I was lucky to escape back, but the other sisters…”

Her low-brow and sad expression made Davos’ heart throb again.

He secretly scolded himself for being unpromising: In his previous life, he was someone who was about to get married, and he was not a virgin!

But after all, it was the first time for him to be alone with such a beautiful woman. He coughed a little unnaturally and asked, “Where were you before?”

“Clearcus is a trustworthy leader. For the sake of little Cyrus, he sheltered me. It’s a pity…”

Although Davos was attracted by Cristoia’s beauty, his mind was still clear, so he continued to ask: “Although Clearkus is dead, but Timasson has become the new leader, you can let him continue Protect you. Now that we are at war with the Persians, you have nothing to worry about.”

“However, Timasson is not as prestige as Clearkus in the military camp. He can’t control those who want to… want to humiliate me.” Cristoia blushed and wanted to cry.

Davos had no intention of appreciating beauty. Now that he had calmed down, he naturally thought more.

He thought to himself: He publicly advocated unity at the All-Army General Assembly, and when he came back, the beautiful woman in the Tima Song military camp ran to his tent. Those who didn’t understand the situation thought that he was greedy for beauty, regardless of the friendly army, and kidnapped her!

He was thinking silently, and when Cristoya saw that Davos did not respond, she was a little anxious: “I heard that you are Hades’ “God favored”, and the soldiers in the entire military camp are in awe of you, so they chose you as their leader. , that’s why you sneaked over when you held the general meeting and the governance was lax. For the sake of the gods, you must help me!” In a hurry, she stepped forward and grabbed Davos. hand, pleading.

The two were so close to each other that Davos could smell the fragrance of her hair, and when he lowered his head slightly, he could see her white and full breasts. He suppressed the urge to hug her and said, “Don’t worry, I I’ll help you.” After speaking, he took a step back and shouted out, “Come in asistes!”

Cristoia hurriedly backed away with an “Oops”, her face blushing again.

As the herald of Davos, Asisters has been waiting outside the tent, and when he heard the order, he immediately came in,

The situation inside the tent made him stunned.

“You go to Cleethorpes and say, ‘Cyrus the Younger’s concubine, Miletus, Cristoia, wants to march with our barracks, ask him if he agrees'”

“…Asisters!…Asisters! Do you understand?”

“…Oh…oh…I understand.” Asisters came back to his senses, hurriedly retracted his eyes, and replied hastily.

“Understood, hurry up!”

“Yes! Yes!!” Before Asisters went out, he didn’t forget to take a peek.

“This little guy!” Davos scolded with a smile: “Don’t blame him, who called you too charming! He couldn’t help but tease.

Christoya chuckled: “Boss, you seem to be younger than him, and I haven’t seen you like him.”

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

“Will Kerethorpes agree to let me stay?” Cristoya asked worriedly.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal. You’re free, not someone’s slave. You have the right to choose where you want to go.” Davers comforted her, “Actually, go to Clethorpes and find refuge. , is the best choice.”

“I don’t like Spartans!” Cristoia replied simply.

For some reason, Davos breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing the words ‘you are free, not someone’s slave’ made Cristoia suddenly feel like crying, and her eyes flashed on Davos.

After a moment, she said softly, “Where is the leader of Davos from?”

“Just call me Davos.” Davos corrected, and the remaining memories flooded into his heart: “I am from Thessaly, and my hometown is in a village near Macedonia.”

“You came out to be a mercenary at such a young age, aren’t your parents worried?”

“My parents have long since passed away.”

“Sorry, I don’t know…” Cristoya apologized repeatedly.

“It’s alright.” Davos waved his hand, but he didn’t feel anything. He really didn’t feel anything about the parents of this body, but he did not feel anything at all, but Cristoia’s question reminded him of his parents in his previous life. Inevitably sad.

Christoya looked at him silently, and suddenly there was a throbbing.

On the one hand, the leader’s youth and the death of both parents stimulated her maternal desire to protect; on the other hand, his calmness beyond age made her feel that she was in the same age group. And the steady leader talks.

This difference underscores the mystery of Davos, which greatly appeals to Cristoia.

“They all say that you are Hades’ ‘God’s Blessed One’, is this true?” When Kristoya blurted out these words, she realized that she was too presumptuous.

However, Davos didn’t mind and asked, “Do you believe it?”

“I believe it!” Christoya immediately made up for her previous mistakes.

Davos smiled and said slowly: “In times of difficulty, you will always find a god to rely on, so that you won’t let yourself be in fear all the time and cause your mind to collapse. But if you rely too much on gods, not on yourself The efforts to get out of the predicament, in the end, can only be accelerated destruction…”

Cristoia opened her mouth slightly, thoughtfully…

…

I don’t know why, but the two of them chatted very speculatively.

For Davos, the depression and anguish since the time of crossing were rarely released.

As for Cristoia, the daughter of the noble Miletus had her mother dead since she was a child, and her stepmother didn’t care about her… When she grew up, Miletus was besieged by the little Cyrus, in order to protect her own Family and power, the only father who loved her gave Cristoia to Cyrus the little.

Cyrus doted on her very much, but in private, other concubines made things difficult for her out of jealousy.

After the death of little Cyrus, she fled to the Clearkus camp. Every day she faced the guards of the baggage camp and the lustful eyes of several squadron commanders, which made her very uneasy… Today, she is a rare repression that she has been suffering from. Talk to someone you just met…

Just as he was speaking, Asistes entered, followed by Thormid, the herald of the entire army.