Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 445: Eros is sick, I don't want to discuss right and wrong anymore
"Misunderstand?"

Astarte sat on his throne, raised his delicate eyebrows, and was filled with deep anger.

"You mean, I misunderstood you?"

Yam, who was staring fiercely at the audience, was obviously one of the most honorable gods in the whole of Canaan, but he did not get any respect in front of Astarte.

Just like an ordinary servant, Yamton was ordered around by Astarte, which made him feel ashamed.

Although he came to clarify the misunderstanding, he did not want to offend Astarte.

But at the very least, he is also the reserve God-King of Canaan, so we should show him some respect, right?
Although he was feeling a little angry, Yam suppressed his anger and did not lose his temper. Instead, he continued to explain.

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to say that someone is deliberately framing me and trying to drive a wedge between you and me."

Yam wanted to put the blame on Mort, but before he could even say Mort's name, he was rudely interrupted by Astarte.

"Don't say anything! You mean, my little Pearl would frame you without any grudge or hatred, right?"

Astarte's rage grew even more intense, and she stood up from the throne, with the dark snake climbing up her smooth calves, looking at Yam viciously.

A man who is seduced by the beauty of women is very brainless, and a woman who is intoxicated by the beauty of men is not much better.

After being coaxed by Eros for so long, Astarte had already put her doubts behind her and had completely lost her suspicion of Eros.

Even if someone told her now that Eros was a spy, a demon who deliberately came to deceive her trust and confuse her.

Astarte would certainly shout angrily and refute the other party.

What? You say Eros is a demon? I think he is a good omen!

It has to be said that Astarte is a typical template of a tyrant, and Eros is now playing the role of a concubine who brings disaster to the country.

Not to mention Yam, who has a bad relationship with Astarte. Even if they are sisters, they will turn against each other because of a man.

What little pearls?

Compared to the furious Astarte, Yam just looked confused.

He had no idea what Astarte meant, what her little pearls were?

He was obviously talking about the god of the underworld, Mott? How did he get involved with little Pearl?
As a candidate for the God King, Yam was so proud that he never thought that it was the young sage who would be conquered by Astarte who was slandering him.

Astarte thought the same thing. If Eros and Yam had no grudges against each other, why would they frame each other?

Besides, Eros did not frame Yam. It was just that Astarte had profound wisdom and discovered the truth from the details of life.

After all, Eros never mentioned anything about Yam. It was just Astarte's own guess based on the rumors and Eros's behavior.

High-end green tea, but never speaks ill of others.

Eros only feels sorry for his sister~
Facing the furious Astarte, Yam could sense that something was wrong.

He restrained his smile and spoke solemnly and seriously.

"Astarte, I respectfully call you a goddess, but there is something fishy about this matter. I have never seen the so-called beautiful boy."

"If you don't believe me, you can just call him out and let me confront him and explain everything to him."

Yam said this with great confidence, his expression and words were quite serious.

Although he had no trust in his credibility, Astarte couldn't help but hesitate after hearing Yam's sure assurance.

Although it was impossible for her to misunderstand or guess wrong, it was not impossible to let Eros point it out.

If everything was true, she would just give this guy a good beating in front of Eros and make Eros happy.

Thinking of this, Astarte sat down again and waved to call a maid.

"Go, call my little Pearl." Although Yam was given the opportunity to confront, Astarte obviously believed in his own guess more.

The look in his eyes when he stared at Yam was like a snake staring at a frog, with a ferocious feeling.

Her little Pearl was a little indifferent, and she was worrying about how to make him more grateful to her.

Now Yam has come to the door himself, and Astarte is sharpening his knife and can't wait to do it.

The maid she sent to call Eros pushed the door of the bedroom but did not open it.

"Lord Haddad, the gods invite you to come over."

The maid spoke tactfully, but Eros, who was in the bedroom, turned a deaf ear to her.

"I'm here to invite you now. You said before that you didn't need to show up in person. Does that mean you failed?"

Metis laughed in his mind.

But she had no doubt about Eros's ability to confuse right and wrong. Even if Yam met Eros, he would only be blamed for this.

Eros would inevitably have to use his acting skills, and maybe even pretend to be weak and make her laugh.

Eros remained calm in response to Metis's chuckle and put down the cup slowly.

"Although you are the goddess of wisdom, wisdom does not understand human hearts after all."

Since he has made such a big promise, Eros must be very confident today.

Facing the constant knocking on the door, Eros raised his head and spoke only in a weak voice.

"I'm not feeling well, so I won't go."

After saying this, he coughed violently twice, so loud that the maid outside the door could hear it clearly.

At this time, Eros believed what the maids who had received a lot of favors from him during this period would report to Astarte.

These maids originally served the capricious and irritable Astarte, but recently Astarte's temper has become much better because of Eros.

They care about Eros' safety much more than anyone else.

As Eros expected, the maid who reported to Astarte knelt in front of Astarte with a slightly trembling body and reported Eros' reply with exaggeration.

Although he had only coughed twice, they seemed quite worried, saying that Eros had suddenly become seriously ill and they didn't know if he had been stimulated by something.

As he spoke, he continued to exaggerate, hinting to Astarte that this situation might be the result of some kind of mental stimulation.

After all, Eros is in good health and very strong.

When the maids knelt on the ground to report, Yam was very calm at first.

But when he heard the latter part, his expression gradually froze.

Almost subconsciously, he wanted to argue and explain.

"No! This is definitely not because of me. This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

At this point, Yam finally figured something out and realized that he had stepped into a trap set for himself.

But he realized it too late, Astarte on the throne had already revealed an extremely broken smile.

Awakening, it’s hunting time!

　It's the end of the month. If you don't vote now, your monthly tickets will be wasted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)