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Cyrus maintains a relaxed and humorous tone, calculating every move to ease Lucius's guard. He slowly draws his sword from his waist and throws it to the ground in a graceful gesture. The sword makes a dull thud as it hits the floor, echoing in the confined space.
"Hey! Look, this is my sincerity!" Cyrus says, spreading his hands to indicate he is unarmed, a clear gesture of peace. His face carries a half-smiling expression, as if trying to use humor to ease the tense situation.
Lucius's gaze lingered on Cyrus, as if assessing the true intentions of this young centurion. His grip on the dagger loosened slightly, but the tip of the sword still pressed against the throat of the terrified girl.
" Legion commander wants me to take you back, it's that simple. I can't just kill you or anything, hey!" Cyrus continued, with a hint of mockery in his voice, "So just relax a bit!"
This speech seems to have caused a slight fluctuation in Lucius's heart, his eyes showing a hint of wavering, but still not completely letting down his guard. However, Cyrus's strategy has successfully gained time and created an opportunity for Constantine's action. In such a tense standoff, every second is extremely precious.
Cyrus slowly and cautiously took a step, his eyes fixed on Lucius, trying to read any possible changes from the centurion's eyes. The force in Lucius's hand increased, the tip of the sword slightly pressing against the frightened girl's skin, causing her to let out a suppressed cry.
"Do not act recklessly!" Lucius's voice carried a hint of despair and madness, his eyes quickly moving between Cyrus and his soldiers, seemingly assessing the possibility of escape.
Cyrus raised his hands in a non-threatening gesture, his voice gentle and soothing: "Hey hey hey! It's okay, I just really want to talk to you! Okay? We won't do anything to you, I promise."
His words revealed a kind of sincerity, and he tried his best to make himself look both harmless and reliable. Cyrus knew that every small movement and every word choice at this moment could have a great impact on Lucius and determine the outcome of this confrontation. He gazed firmly at Lucius, attempting to convey his sincerity and determination to resolve this crisis through this non-verbal communication.
Cyrus remained calm, his voice steady and firm: "Centurion Lucius, let's not continue with the wrongdoings. The girl is innocent and should not pay the price for these matters. There's no need for more bloodshed, right? We are Roman soldiers, not murderers."
However, Lucius's eyes were flashing with madness, and his voice was full of anger and irrationality: "You fool! No amount of savage bloodshed is enough! They don't deserve sympathy, they are our enemies!"
Cyrus felt a hint of despair. In Lucius's eyes, there was no room for negotiation, only blind hatred and madness. Lucius tightly grasped the terrified girl as if she were his only shield. Cyrus knew he had to take action, or the situation could quickly deteriorate.
Cyrus cautiously approached Lucius, every step filled with vigilance. He knew that the most important thing now was to ensure the safety of the hostage and to try to calm the conflict as much as possible. His eyes were constantly watching Lucius' every move, ready to respond to any sudden situation.
Cyrus continued to maintain a calm tone, attempting to communicate with Lucius: "Alright, alright, the Barbarian tribe is all dead! We won't discuss those people anymore. Let's talk about you, centurion. You also know that this kind of behavior is absolutely intolerable to the Legion commander. Even if you escape now, the Legion commander will only order a pursuit team to hunt you down. Think about it, are you really willing to become an enemy of the entire legion? To become a fugitive of Rome?"
Cyrus's eyes were firm and sincere as he tried to make Lucius understand the current situation. He knew that the situation was very delicate, and any wrong move could lead to irreversible consequences. His voice revealed a hint of pleading: "Centurion, we are all Roman soldiers, we have a common mission and honor. Such behavior not only disgraces yourself, but also disgraces our glorious legion. I beg you, put down your sword, let this girl go, and come back with me to face the judgment of the Legion commander. This is the only way to redeem your honor."
Cyrus's words were filled with sincerity and pleading, hoping to touch Lucius' conscience and peacefully resolve the conflict. He gazed firmly at Lucius, waiting for his reaction.
Lucius's look of doubt was quickly replaced by anger, his voice filled with distrust and despair as he loudly shouted at Cyrus: "Bastard! Don't try to mess with my mind! Just going back now means I'm a dead man! Legion commander has sent people to hunt me down, it's crystal clear that once they catch me, I'll face military punishment! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
He gripped the girl in his arms tightly, his face showing a crazed expression. His eyes revealed fear and despair, like a cornered beast ready to make its final struggle.
Cyrus looked at Lucius and knew he had to proceed with caution. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm: "I understand your concerns, centurion. But, can this really solve the problem? Doing this will only make things worse. I promise I will do everything I can to ensure you have a fair trial. I know these words may be hard for you to hear right now, but we still have a chance to make things right. Please, put down the sword and let her go."
Cyrus's voice carried a hint of pleading, and his eyes shimmered with hope, hoping that Lucius would make a rational choice. He knew this was a crucial moment to defuse the crisis.
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