Chapter 37
At this moment, the woman heard the voice and turned around. Dyvers could not help but widen his eyes. The woman's bright blonde hair was tied into a simple bun, piled behind her head like a cloud, revealing her snow-white and slender neck. Below her smooth forehead were two thin and curved eyebrows. Her bright eyes were as blue as the waters of the Aegean Sea, and her long and curved eyelashes hid the light in her eyes, adding a hazy allure. The bridge of her nose was not completely straight, but it had a small curve, which made her look less heroic, but more mischievous and gentle. Her lips were thick and even, with a gorgeous color to them. Her delicate and fair face was as smooth as a goose's egg, and finally, a perfect curve outlined her slightly tilted chin …
Although he had seen countless beautiful women on TV in his previous life, this woman's beauty still dazzled the Devers.
She opened her lips slightly, revealing her white and neat teeth. "Dear Leader Devers, my name is Cristoya.
"… Hmm … Hmm …" The Devers answered subconsciously. He did not even think about who Cristoya was. Did he know her?
Obviously, Cristoya had seen many men lose their composure in front of her. She did not show any contempt. Instead, she stepped forward and said softly, "I am the daughter of Polonius, a noble of Miletus, and the concubine of Prince Cyrus of Persia. I am now seeking refuge from you!"
Concubine of Cyrus of Persia?! The Devers suddenly remembered what Olivers had said before. He blurted out, "You are … the woman who escaped from the soldiers of Persia when Cyrus of Persia was killed!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't … shouldn't … "
"It's okay … This is all the arrangement of the goddess of fortune." Cristoya looked sad. "I was lucky to escape, but the other sisters …"
Her sad expression made the Devers' heart throb again. He secretly scolded himself for being so useless. He was a man who was about to get married in his previous life, and he was not a virgin!
But after all, it was the first time he was alone with such a beautiful woman. He coughed awkwardly and asked, "Where were you before?"
"Clercus is a trustworthy leader. For the sake of Cyrus the Younger, he sheltered me. Unfortunately … "
Although Devers was attracted by Cristoya's beauty, his mind was still clear, so he continued to ask: "Although Krylkus is dead, but Timason has become the new leader, you can let him continue to protect you. Now that we are at war with Persia, you don't have to worry about anything anymore. "
"But Timason doesn't have as much prestige in the camp as Krylkus. He can't control those who want to … want to humiliate me." Cristoya blushed and was about to cry.
Devers, on the other hand, was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty. At this moment, he had calmed down and naturally thought more. He thought to himself: I publicly advocated unity at the army meeting, and as soon as I came back with Timason, a beautiful woman from the camp ran to my tent. Those who didn't know the situation would think that I was greedy for her beauty and ignored the allies and kidnapped her!
While he was thinking, Kristoya was a little anxious when she saw that Dyvers did not respond. "I heard that you are Hades's' Favored ', and the whole camp's soldiers are in awe of you. That's why they chose you as their leader. That's why I snuck over when you were having a general assembly. For the sake of the gods, you must help me! "She anxiously grabbed Devers's hand and begged.
The two were so close that Devers could smell the delicate fragrance of her hair. When he looked down, he could see her snow-white full breasts. He resisted the urge to hug her and said: "Don't worry, I will help you." Then he took a step back and shouted: "Asistes, come in!"
Cristoya exclaimed and stepped back in a hurry. Her face was blushing again.
As the herald of Devers, Asistes had been waiting outside the tent. When he heard the order, he immediately came in and was stunned by the situation inside the tent.
"Go find Chris Thorpes and say: 'Little Cyrus's concubine, from Miletus, Cristoya, wants to march with our camp. Ask him if he agrees.'"
"… Asistes! … Asistes! Do you understand? "
"… Oh … Oh … I see," Asistes returned to his senses and hurriedly retracted his gaze as he answered in a hurry.
"Understood. Hurry up and go!"
"Yes! Yes!! "Before Asistes went out, he did not forget to take a peek.
"This little guy!" Devers laughed and scolded: "Don't blame him, you are too charming! He could not help but tease her.
Cristoya laughed lightly: "Leader, you seem to be younger than him, but I don't see you like him."
Devers laughed awkwardly, and the tent fell into silence for a moment.
"Will Chris Thorpes agree to let me stay?" It was still Cristoya who spoke first, a little worried.
"I think it should not be a big problem. You are free, not someone's slave. You have the right to choose where you want to go. " Devers comforted her: "Actually, seeking refuge with Chris Thorpes is the best choice."
"I don't like people from Sparta!" Cristoya replied straightforwardly.
For some reason, Devers did not know why they were relieved.
Hearing the words "you are free, not someone's slave" made Cristoya suddenly feel like crying. Her eyes wandered on Devers. After a moment, she softly said: "Leader Devers, where are you from?"
"Just call me Devers." Devers corrected her, remnant memories surging in his mind: "I am from Thessaly, my hometown is a village near Macedonia."
"You came out to be a mercenary at such a young age, aren't your parents worried?"
"My parents passed away a long time ago."
"Sorry, I didn't know …" Cristoya apologized repeatedly.
"It's fine." Devers waved his hand, he did not feel anything. He really did not feel anything for the parents of this body, but Cristoya's question reminded him of his parents in his previous life, and he could not help but feel sad.
Cristoya quietly looked at the silent Devers, suddenly a little palpitation in her heart. On one hand, the leader's youth and the loss of his parents stimulated her maternal desire to protect him; on the other hand, his calmness beyond his age made her feel like she was talking to an older and more mature leader. This difference highlighted the mystery of Devers, and it greatly attracted Cristoya.
"They all say that you are Hades's' chosen one ', is this true?" Cristoya blurted out this sentence, realizing that she was being too presumptuous.
However, Devers did not mind at all, and asked in return: "Do you believe it?"
"I believe it!" Cristoya immediately corrected her previous mistake.
Devers smiled and said slowly: "In times of difficulty, people will always find a god to rely on, so that they will not always be in fear, leading to the collapse of their souls. But if they rely too much on a god, instead of relying on their own efforts to get out of the predicament, the only thing that awaits them is accelerated destruction … "
Cristoya's mouth was slightly open, and she seemed to be deep in thought …
…
For some reason, the two of them actually had a very good conversation.
For Devers, it was rare for them to be able to release the depression and depression that they had felt since their transmigration.
For Cristoya, the daughter of a noble of Miletus, her mother died when she was young, and her stepmother did not care about her … When she grew up, Miletus was besieged by Little Cyrus, and in order to protect her family and power, her father, who only loved her, gave Cristoya to Little Cyrus. Cyrus doted on her very much, but in private, the other concubines made things difficult for her because of jealousy. After Little Cyrus died, she fled to the Clercus camp, and every day she faced the guards of the supply camp and the lustful gazes of several platoon jarls, which made her very uneasy … Today, she poured out the depression that she had suffered all this time to a person she had just met …
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