"Antrapolis was nice! They have all been promoted to veterans, and they can still calm down and exercise themselves, compared to some people who think that being a patriarch is amazing! ......" Davers' voice was soft, but Aristias couldn't help blinking.

"Aris, your brother has become a senator, and you are still a court herald, do you regret it?" Davers looked at him and said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

After Davers became king, the political system of Dionya did not change, but he asked the Senate to give him several additional positions, directly under the king's orders: one was the captain of the palace guard, now held by Maltius, responsible for the safety of the king and his family, and at the same time maintaining order in the palace; One was the secretary officer, who was held by Jeripolis and was responsible for writing clerical letters for the king, etc.; The other was the court herald, served by Aristiras, who was responsible for conveying the king's orders, summoning officials, etc. In fact, most of the time this messenger was done by Aristiras's men, and Aristiras's real job was Davers's chief of intelligence. Although most of the elders knew that Davers had a group of subordinates who were responsible for collecting intelligence for him, if a special position of intelligence officer was set up and this matter was put on the surface, Davers still felt that it would still have a bad impact, so he used the herald to cover it up, but he was just selling dog meat on the head of a sheep. These three positions are all middle-level public offices, and their status is much lower than that of the senators.

"Your Majesty, I have never regretted it, I like my current position, it allows me to give full play to my abilities, and I think that even if I hold an ordinary public office by Your Majesty's side, it is more honorable than becoming a senator." Aristiras said earnestly word by word.

"You've learned to say good things now, too!" Davers pointed at him and laughed.

"Okay, it's not too late, you can go back and rest." Davers stood up and said casually: "You have to keep an eye on the Naxos business." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Aristillas replied, turning and going out, for he no longer lived in Davers's mansion, but had his own house near the royal palace under the hill.

Davers walked out of the study and into the backyard.

Skirting the garden and about to enter the main building, Davers saw a slender figure standing next to the statue of Artenis.

"Cynthia." He shouted softly.

"Father...... Father! Cynthia looked slightly flustered.

"Still not sleeping so late?" Davers said with concern.

"Hmm...... I am praying to Artenis that my brother will return safely on his first expedition! Cynthia said quickly.

"This time against the Daunies, we sent three legions, plus a cavalry legion, there are 30,000 people, the number of soldiers is far more than the other party, winning is easy, you don't have to worry about Adoris at all, although he is a newcomer to the battle formation, but in terms of combat, he has always been very talented, to say that he fights alone, many veterans are not his opponents, not to mention that there is Oliver to take care of him, what do you have to worry about!" Davers comforted her, then smiled and asked, "Are you just praying for Adoris alone?" ”

"Father!" Cynthia paced lightly, but her pretty face began to turn red.

"When this war is over, your mother and I will officiate at the wedding of you and Patroclus, you are already 20 years old, and if you don't marry you off, others will think that no one wants the princess of the Dionian Kingdom." Davers said teasingly.

Talking about marriage, Cynthia was both shy and happy in her heart: "Thank you, father!" ”

"Let's go to sleep." Davers waved his hand and said with a smile: "As the captain of the legion, Patroclus will not personally fight the enemy, there is no danger at all, you don't need to worry about him." But if you worry about him every day, you won't sleep well, and your skin will become very bad, and when Patroclus comes back, beware that he doesn't want you! ”

"He dares!" Cynthia said, crossing her waist.

Davers smiled, turned and went upstairs, and Cynthia's grateful voice came from behind him again: "Father, thank you!" ”

Davers immediately understood what her "thank you" meant: Cynthia was very beautiful when she was 16 years old, coupled with her identity - the princess of the Kingdom of Dionia, naturally there was an endless stream of people who came to propose marriage, including many children (mainly adopted sons) of Davers's former mercenary comrades, and Davers rejected them one by one, because Cynthia already had someone she liked at that time. Davos respected her choice, which was a break with tradition at the time, considering that in the Greek city-states, the daughters of citizens were subordinate to their fathers until they were married, and although the Dionian kingdom was much more open-minded, it was a bit shocking to let daughters choose their husbands according to their wishes.

Davers paused, didn't look back, and went straight to the second floor.

Sleeping at night is not too troublesome for Davers, who has two wives, just take turns to sleep with one wife, and sometimes when his wife has menstruation, he will take the initiative to let him go to the other wife's room, which is generally harmonious. He sometimes thinks that if he has three or four wives, the choice of sleeping every night alone will be a big problem. He never had such an idea when he had a big goal in mind, and it was his expectation to ensure good health and live longer, so he would not indulge his inner desires too much.

He pushed open the door and walked into Christoya's bedroom.

In the bedroom flickering by candlelight, Christoya reclined on her side on the bed with her back to him, a light cloth blanket painted with red and blue stripes on her body, revealing her snow-white shaved shoulders and slender legs.

"Christoya." Davers called softly, but did not respond: it seemed that she had come back too late, and she was already sleepy.

Davers walked lightly to the bed, took off the wearing Burton, and prepared to lie down next to Christia, and then pulled the blanket, only to find that Christoya was wearing nothing, as a mother who had given birth to three children, Christoya still had delicate skin, and her figure was well maintained, and her slender and fat-free waist extended down to her round and plump buttocks, which looked like a perfect human curve with smooth ups and downs from a distance.

Davers couldn't help but press her smooth back, his right hand wrapped around her waist, his palm pressed against her soft chest, and just as he was about to move, Christoya suddenly turned her head and kissed him in the face.

"You're not asleep." Davers was slightly surprised.

"What do you say?" Christoya's eyes were silky, and her bright red lips bit Davers's mouth......

After some clouds and rain, the two lay side by side on the bed, gasping softly.

"Who were you talking to downstairs just now?" Christoya asked softly.

"Cynthia, she's praying for Adoris and her future husband."

"This little girl has been in a trance all this time, it seems that her mind has been all on the young man named Patroclos, alas, we can't keep this daughter!"

"When this Dawny War is over, let's marry her."

"Your father is too irresponsible, everyone else chooses a good husband for his daughter, it's good for you, so many old, important ministers, and the children of rich businessmen don't choose, let her choose by herself!" Christoya grumbled.

Davers said seriously: "With my current position, do I still need to use my daughter's marriage to consolidate my power!" Let Cynthia pick a husband who is satisfied, at least she won't blame me in the future. Besides, Patroclos's family was not bad, his father was handicapped, but he was a respected prefect of Demo, and because of his excellent work, the governor of Turiyi, Lucias, was already considering promoting him to the post of adjutant of the Turiyi administration or the urban agricultural officer, and if this continued, he would most likely become a senator of the Senate at the age of 50. Patroclus is also a hard-working boy, and after only ten years in the Legion, he has become the youngest Legion Captain in the Ionian Legion...... Therefore, Cynthia's child has a good eye for picking her husband, and marrying her in a beautiful way, we are also worthy of her dead parents! ”

The reason why Christoya complained was because she couldn't adapt to the sudden departure of her daughter who was her own, and after listening to Davers's words, she sighed faintly for a while: "It's better to marry early, and it can also make Chloe break some thoughts that shouldn't be........."

"What do you say?! Chloe—" Davers was startled.

"Chloe likes his sister, who is not related by blood." Christoya sighed softly again.

"How did I not know about this!" Davers was stunned.

"You're busy with politics every day, where do you notice this. It was only after we agreed to Patroclus' proposal that Chloe found out that Chloe had been in a bad mood for a few days, and was reminded by Agnes...... Alas......" Christoya felt a little headache when she thought about it.

"It's actually not bad to raise a daughter and raise a daughter-in-law." Davers had barely made a joke when Christoya looked up and stared at him.

He quickly changed his words: "Chloe is still young now, and he doesn't understand the relationship between men and women at all, I think he just has some admiration for Cynthia, and it would be good to grow up when he is older." He is almost 16 years old now, and while studying at the Dionian Academy, it seems that he should also increase his military training to prepare for future military service, and I am afraid that he will not have time to think about these things at that time......"

"Are you really going to let Chloe go into battle in the future?!" When Christoya heard this, she asked with some concern.

"If he doesn't go into battle to kill the enemy, he will make meritorious deeds, how will he convince the citizens of the kingdom in the future, and how will he command those fierce generals! If you don't know how to do it, you can't govern this country well, and it's easy to be fooled by the ministers, and you can't afford the kingdom I founded! ...... Davers was vague, but clearly had high expectations for his eldest son.