"See, he is very beautiful, like you!"

"I haven't named the child yet, I'm waiting for you to come back to pick it up."

Davers had thought about the name of the child on the way back. He put his wife's shoulder with one hand and held her chin with the other, and thought, "I remember the first time I learned that you were pregnant, I just defeated Crotone... And this time he was born, we defeated Crotone again, and the war with Crotone had just ended. This child is so destined to Crotone, which is Hades' wish! I think it's better to name our child... Crotone Catacac, what do you think?"

"Crotokatax...Crotokatax..." Cristoya whispered a few times, looking up at her husband with a little worry: "Is this name too ostentatious (Crotokatax means conquer, Crotokatax means Crotokatax)?"

Davers smiled and said, "My child has this name. When he grows up, the people of Dionians will think of the hardships of the founding of the country and the contributions his father made to this alliance, so that he will be tolerant of him! At the same time, if my child has ambition, he will create his own glory with the inspiration of this name!..."

Cristoya, who was not very satisfied with the name, thought for a while and finally nodded: "Okay, just call it Crotokataks."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crying of the child in the outhouse stopped abruptly.

Christoya covered her mouth and looked at Davers in surprise: "Oh my God, this name has been blessed by Hera! The child himself accepted it!"

At this time, Asuna came in with her child in her arms.

Christoya took him and said softly: "Little...baby, this is your father! Call him dad!"

The child shouted "haha" and danced.

"Look, he called you!" Christoya smiled gently, and then carefully placed the child in front of Davers.

Davers carefully put him in his arms, fearing that he would hurt the little guy with just one effort.

This time, the child did not cry. He opened his shiny eyes and looked at Davers curiously, and his two fleshy little hands scratched his face.

Davers let him play. At this moment, he felt the blood-connected surge in his heart. He said excitedly: "Christoya, I want to pass my name as the surname of the family to my children, and then pass it on to future generations. I believe that the Davers family will become the most dazzling family in the Mediterranean!"

Daphs' words made Cristoya's eyes lit up. Most Greeks only had names but no surnames. In order to distinguish between duplicate names, they often added hometowns or other notes to the name to distinguish, such as Socrates of Athens, Socrates, son of Asidatis, etc., but the nobles of the Eastern power of Persia had surnames and names. Cristoya, who was a native of Milidu, Asia Minor, knew of that. From Daphs's words, she heard her husband's vigorous ambitions. She repeated her son's future name with interest: "Deves Crotokatax..."

At this moment, Davers caught a glimpse of a small head emerging from the bedroom door.

"Cynthia, come in!" he waved.

Seven-year-old Cynthia led Adoris, who was almost five years old, to the bed hesitantly.

"Come and see your brother!" Davers said happily to the siblings.

"Do you still want us if you have children?" Cynthia asked timidly.

Davers was stunned. He didn't expect the adopted daughter to be so sensitive. He immediately handed the baby to Christoya, hugged them both in front of his chest with one hand, and said loudly: "You will always be my Davers' children, why don't you?"

Christoya also said softly: "And mom hopes that you can take good care of and protect your younger brother when you grow up!"

The two children were comforted by the couple and immediately lost their depression. They looked at the baby in Christoya's arms curiously.

"Can I touch him?" Cynthia asked in a low voice.

"Of course." Christoya smiled gently.

Cynthia carefully touched the baby's face: "What's your name?"

"Crotokataks, his nickname is...well...Crow."

"He's so small." Adoris also curiously held the baby's little hand and said like a little adult: "Brother, I will protect you."

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"Hey, wake up! Wake up!..." Kolebs was pushed to death by someone. He opened his sleepy eyes and still felt his sleepiness had not subsided. He turned over and prepared to continue his dream.

Immediately, the whip that was dipped in water whipped on his body, and the scorching pain was so intense that he jumped up in pain, and the devilish voice of the supervisor sounded in his ears: "Get to the quarry immediately, Lord Lucimenez wants to speak!"

Kolebs had been scared by the supervisor's whip. He dragged his sore legs, endured his hunger, and rushed out of the hole. He accidentally knocked down his companion beside him. He subconsciously reached out to pull him. As a result, he was also taken to the ground with weak body. After a while, he got up, and was kicked several times by the supervisor.

The Crotone captives staggered out of the quarrying caves like ants and gathered on this circular quarrying square.

There were newly dug marble piles everywhere here. On the whistle tower at the entrance, Lysimés, the head of the Turis Mine, looked down impatiently at the scene below: "It's too slow, go and urge them to make these soft-boys in Crotone faster!" He ordered his subordinates.

So Crotone was driven to the wardrobe like a lamb by the supervisors with sticks and whips to the wardrobe.

This similar scene also took place in front of the construction site of the Hades Temple in Turiyi Copper Mine.

"Crotones, I wish I could lock you here for a hundred years with the sins you had committed against Turi! Let your dirty flesh turn into sewage, and your fragile bones turn into powder!..." Lucimenez cursed viciously: "But the great Hades descended on mercy, and let our Dionys sign a armistice contract with the damn Crotone, and... became... alliance, and now you... can... go home..."

After Lucimenez said this reluctantly, the field suddenly fell into a dead silence, and the prisoners could not believe their ears.

"What...what did he say?" the companion next to him asked in a trembling voice.

"He said...he said we can go home..." Kolebs murmured, and then he seemed to react and grabbed his companion's shoulders: "Did you hear it?! We can go home! We are free!..."

After countless people confirmed that the news was true, they shed tears in excitement. They hugged each other, cheered, kissed the land under their feet, closed their eyes and felt the warm sunshine... These days, they have been mining like slaves in the dark caves, and have to endure the beatings of supervisors, unable to eat enough or sleep well... These pampered Crotone citizens almost collapsed. They have never felt that freedom is so precious as they are today.

Lucimenes snorted a few times, not wanting to look again: "Take the bread and cheese over and let them eat."

"What if they resist when they are full?! We can't deal with so many prisoners!" the subordinate said hesitantly.

"Isn't that right?" Lysimones sneered: "They destroyed the newly signed contract first, and we just happened to eliminate them all!"

"Understood."

"When they finish eating, let them go to the river to take a shower and change them in their clothes, so that the people coming from Crotori would say we abuse the prisoners."

This is not called abuse! His subordinates complained in their hearts.

With the arrival of the Crotone envoy, the captives completely believed in the fact that "Dionia and Crotone allied, and they were going home." Under the protection of fully armed Dionian soldiers, they lined up to the port of Turiyi...

Why protect it? Because the fear of radical Turieiren hurt these unarmed and weak Crotone captives. This situation occurred once half a year ago, but this time Turieiren did not cause any trouble for the huge team that was about to return to Crotone as he was worried. Even when they arrived at the port, they saw very few Turieiren.

Where have the people of Turiyi gone? This thought only flashed through Kolebs' heart, and now he was completely occupied by joy: he could go home smoothly!

The captives were completely relieved when the troops ship left the port of Turiyi.

"I will never come to this place again!" A prisoner shouted vently, nodding from most soldiers, including Kolebs: two wars, two captives, especially the second, were simply nightmarish days, and they were not even willing to recall them. Each of them had more or less fear of the Dionian League in their hearts!

In fact, during the Second Crotone Civil War, Dionia treated Crotone's prisoners in this way because of the last resort. After all, the management of tens of thousands of prisoners was difficult, and most of the male citizens of Dionia's own wars were fought outside. At the same time, Crotone's fleet also raided the coast of Turici from time to time. Once these prisoners were rioted, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, the Senate decided to detain them in mountainous mines far away from the coast like slaves, and crush them with harsh environment, hunger and heavy labor...

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The people of Dionian have no intention of paying attention to the Crotone captives who left Turii, because their hero is about to return!

The Third Legion left 3,000 people under the leadership of Ascesters to temporarily guard the city of Asprostum. The First Legion left 2,000 people led by Hilos to temporarily manage Crimesa. All other troops returned.

Thanks to the book friend 181****52 for the reward! Your support is my greatest motivation for writing!!
Chapter completed!