Chapter 445 Eros is sick, I have no intention of discussing right and wrong anymore
"Misunderstanding?"
Astarte sat on his throne and raised his slender eyebrows, filled with deep anger.
"You mean, I misunderstood you?"
Yam stared fiercely at the audience. He was obviously one of the most noble gods in Canaan, but he didn't get any respect in front of Astarte.
Just like an ordinary servant, being ordered around by Astarte made Yamden feel ashamed.
Although he came here to clear up the misunderstanding, he did not want to offend Astarte.
But at the very least, he is also the preparatory god-king of Canaan, so we should respect him somewhat, right?
He was holding back some anger in his heart, but Yam suppressed it and did not have an attack, but 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 throw the blame to Mort, but before he could say Mort's name, he was interrupted rudely by Astarti.
"No need to say it! You mean, if there is no injustice or grudge, my little pearl will frame you, right?"
Astarte's anger became even more intense. She stood up from the throne, the dark snake climbed up her smooth calf, and looked at Yam viciously.
Men who are confused by female lust are very clueless, and women who are carried away by male lust are not much better.
After being coaxed by Eros for so long, Astarte has long forgotten her doubts and has completely lost all doubts about Eros.
Even now someone told her that Eros was a spy, a monster who deliberately came to deceive her trust and confuse her.
Astarte will definitely shout angrily and refute the opponent.
What? You say Eros is a monster? I think he is obviously Xiangrui!
It has to be said that Astarte is a complete standard template of a foolish king, and Eros is now playing the role of a demon concubine who brings disaster to the country.
Not to mention that Yam, whose relationship with Astarte was not that good, even if they were biological sisters, would turn against a man.
What little pearl?
Compared to the furious Astarte, Yam looked confused.
He had no idea what Astarte meant, what was her little pearl?
He was obviously talking about the god of the underworld, Mote? Why is it related to some little pearl?
With his pride as a preparatory god king, Yam never thought that it would be the young sage who would be conquered by Astarte who was slandering him.
And Astarte thought the same way. If Eros and Yam had no grievances, how could they frame each other?
Moreover, Eros did not frame Yam, but she, Astarte, had profound wisdom and discovered the truth from the minutiae of life.
After all, Eros had never mentioned anything about Yam. It was just Astarte's own speculation based on rumors and Eros's performance.
High-end green tea, but never speaks ill of others.
Eros will only feel sorry for his sister~
Facing the furious Astarte, Yam could sense that something was wrong no matter what.
He suppressed his smile and spoke solemnly and seriously.
"Astarte, I respectfully call you a goddess, but there is indeed something fishy about this matter. I have never seen that so-called beautiful boy."
"If you don't believe it, you can call the person out and let me confront him and explain the matter clearly."
Yam said swornly, his expression and words were quite serious.
Although she didn't have any trust in his credibility, Yam assured her with such certainty that Astati couldn't help but hesitate.
Although it is impossible for her to misunderstand or guess anything wrong, it is not impossible to let Eros identify it.
If everything is true, she just happened to give this guy a severe lesson in front of Eros, making Eros happy.
With this in mind, Astati sat down again and waved to summon a maid.
"Go, call my little pearl." Although Yam was given the opportunity to confront him, Astarte obviously still believed his guess more.
The way he stared at Yam was like a snake staring at a frog, with a ferocious feeling.
Her little Pearl has no desires and needs, and she is worrying about how to make him be grateful to her.
Now that Yam had come to the door by himself, Astarte was sharpening his knife and his hands were itching unbearably.
The maid she sent to call Eros pushed the door of the palace but did not open it.
"Lord Haddad, God invites you to come over."
The maid spoke politely, but Eros, who was in the palace, turned a deaf ear.
"Now I'm here to invite you. You said before that you don't need to show up in person. Isn't that considered a failure?"
Metis laughed in his mind.
It’s just that she has no doubt about Eros’ ability to confuse right and wrong. Even if Yam sees Eros, he will only be blamed for this.
Even Eros had to show off his acting skills, and even pretended to be weak to make her laugh.
As for Metis' chuckle, Eros was very calm and put down the cup calmly.
"Although you are the goddess of wisdom, wisdom does not understand people's hearts after all."
Since he said big words, Eros is naturally confident today.
Facing the constant knocking on the door, Eros raised his head and said something in a weak voice.
"I don't feel well, so I won't go."
After that, he coughed twice violently, and the sound was so loud that the maid outside the door could hear it clearly.
At this time, Eros believed that the maids who had received many favors from him during this period would report to Astarte.
These maids used to serve the volatile and irritable Astarte, but recently Astarte's temper became much worse because of Eros.
They care more about Eros' safety than others.
As expected by Eros, the maid who responded to Astarte knelt down in front of Astarte with a slightly trembling figure, and reported back Eros' reply in a more embellished manner.
Although they just coughed twice, they were very worried, saying that Eros suddenly became seriously ill and they didn't know if he had been stimulated by something.
As he talked, he continued to add fuel to the fire, hinting to Astarte that this situation might be due to some kind of mental stimulation.
After all, Eros is in good health and very strong.
When these maids knelt on the ground to report, Yam was very calm at first.
But when he heard the following, his expression gradually solidified.
Almost subconsciously, he wanted to argue and explain.
"No! This is definitely not because of me. This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
At this moment, Yam finally figured it out and realized that he had stepped into a trap aimed at him.
But it was too late for him to wake up. Astarte on the throne had already revealed an extremely destructive smile.
Awakening, it’s hunting time!
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(End of chapter)