At this moment, the woman turned around and Davers couldn't help but widen her eyes: the woman's bright blonde hair was simply tied into a bun, and piled up like a cloud behind her head, revealing her snow-white and slender neck; under her smooth forehead were two curved eyebrows, bright eyes were as blue as the Aegean water, and the long curved eyelashes covered her eyes, adding a bit of hazy temptation; the bridge of the nose was not completely straight, but a small curve, which made her less heroic, and more playful and soft; the lips with uniform thickness had a bright blood color, and the delicate and white face was as smooth as a goose egg, and finally outlined her slightly raised chin with a perfect curve...

Although I have seen countless beauties on TV in my previous life, this woman's beauty still makes Davers fascinated...

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

"...um...um..." Davers subconsciously answered repeatedly, without thinking at all: Who is Cristoya? Do you know him?

Obviously, Cristoya saw many men's disobedience in front of her, without showing any contempt, but took a step forward and said softly: "I am the daughter of Pronivers, the noble Militus, and the concubine of the Persian prince Cyrus, now seeking protection from you!"

Little Cyrus's concubine?! Davers shuddered and suddenly remembered what Olivers had said before, and blurted out: "You are the woman who escaped from Persian soldiers when Little Cyrus was killed!"

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

"It's okay... these are all the arrangements of the goddess of fate." Christoya looked sad: "I was lucky enough to escape back, but the other sisters are all..."

Her sad and grieving expression made Davers' heart throbbing again. He secretly scolded himself for being useless: he was almost married in his previous life, and he was not a virgin!

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

"Clilkus is a trustworthy leader. He protected me for the sake of Cyrus. Unfortunately..."

Although Davers was attracted by Cristoya's beauty, his mind was still clear, so he continued to ask: "Although Cliercus is dead, Timasong becomes the new leader, and you can let him continue to shelter you. Now that we have started a war with the Persians, you don't have to worry about anything anymore."

"But, Timasong is not as prestige as Clierkus in the military camp. He can't control those who want... to humiliate me." Cristoya blushed and wanted to cry.

Davers had no intention of appreciating beauty. At this moment, he had calmed down and naturally thought more. He thought to himself: he publicly advocated unity at the general army conference. As soon as he came back, the beauty of Tima Song's military camp ran to his tent. Those who didn't understand the situation thought he was greedy for beauty and hijacked her regardless of friendly forces!

He was thinking and silent. Seeing that Davers did not respond, Christoya was a little anxious: "I heard that you are the "godsman" of Hades. The soldiers in the entire military camp were in awe of you and chose you as the leader. So he took advantage of the fact that you held a general meeting and were relaxed in governance, and sneaked over. For the sake of the gods, you must help me!" In desperation, she stepped forward and grabbed Davers' hand and begged.

The two were so close that Davers could smell the faint fragrance of her hair. When he lowered his head, he could see her snow-white and plump breasts. He pressed the urge to hug her and said, "Don't worry, I will help you." As he said, he took a step back and shouted out, "Come in at Asisters!"

Cristoya let out a "Oops" and hurriedly retreated, her face blushing again.

As the messenger of Davers, Ascesters was waiting outside the tent. When he heard the order, he immediately came in. The situation inside the tent stunned him.

"You go to Kerithops and say, 'Little Cyrus's concubine, the Milidu, Cristoya, wants to march with our barracks, and ask if he agrees'"

"…Assistes!…Assistes! Do you understand?"

"...Oh...Oh...I understand." Ascesters came to his senses, hurriedly retracted his eyes, and answered hurriedly.

"I understand, why don't you go!"

"Yes! Yes!!" Before Asistes went out, he did not forget to take a sneak glance.

"This little guy!" Davers laughed and scolded, "Don't blame him, who told you that you are so charming! He couldn't help but tease him.

Christoya chuckled, "Chief, you seem to be younger than him, and you have never seen you like him."

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

"Will Kristopus agree to let me stay?" Cristoya spoke first and asked with some concern.

"I think it should be a big problem. You are free, not someone's slave. You have the right to choose where you want to go." Davers comforted her and said, "In fact, looking for shelter from Kerithops is the best choice."

"I don't like Spartans!" Cristoya answered very simply.

For some reason, Davers felt relieved.

Hearing the words "You are free, not someone's slave", Cristoya suddenly felt like she wanted to cry, and her eyes flowed on Davers. For a moment, she said softly: "Where is the leader of Davers?"

"Just call me Davers." Davers corrected, and the remaining memories came to my mind: "I am a Thessalian, and my hometown is a village near Macedonia."

"You are so young and you are a mercenary. Aren't your parents worried?"

"My parents have passed away long ago."

"I'm sorry, I don't know..." Christoya apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay." Davers waved his hand. He didn't feel anything. He really didn't feel anything about his parents who had traveled through time and was reborn. However, Cristoya's question reminded him of his parents in his previous life, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

Christoya looked at him quietly and suddenly felt a little throbbing. On the one hand, the experience of the young and the death of her parents inspired her mother's desire to protect her motherly; on the other hand, his calmness beyond age made her feel that she was talking to the same old and steady leader. This difference highlights the mystery of Davers, which greatly attracts Christoya.

"They all said you are Hades's 'godsman', is this true?" When Christoya blurted out this sentence, she realized that she was too presumptuous.

However, Davers asked without any attention and said, "Do you believe it?"

"I believe!" Christoya immediately made up for her previous mistake.

Davers smiled and said slowly: "When you are in trouble, you will always find a god to surrender so that you will not always cause your soul to collapse out of fear. But if you rely too much on the gods instead of your own efforts to get out of the predicament, you will only wait for accelerated destruction..."

Cristoya opened her mouth slightly, thinking about something...

...

For some reason, the two of them were having a very speculative conversation.

For Davers, the depression and depression that had been through time were rarely released.

For Cristoya, the daughter of the Milidu nobleman died of her mother since she was a child, and her stepmother did not care about her... When she grew up, Milidu was besieged by Cialis. In order to preserve her family and power, the only father who loved her gave Cialis to Cialis. Cialis loved her very much, but in private, other concubines made things difficult for her because of jealousy. After Cialis died, she fled to Cialis camp, facing the guards of the baggage camp and the lustful eyes of several squadron leaders every day, which made her very uneasy... Today, she rarely confides the repression she has suffered to a person she just met...
Chapter completed!