Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 674: Cultivation from the Past to the Present

At first, Nephthys was indeed intrigued by Eros's mysterious behavior.

But she soon realized that Eros did this on purpose, so she suppressed her curiosity and did not chase him and ask questions.

This guy probably has no good intentions, so it’s better to ignore him.

Anyway, when we get to Isis, we will naturally know whether these two people know each other.

Although she suppressed her curiosity, Eros didn't care about such things, because the heart is always more honest than actions.

Although she didn't show it, Nephthys was undoubtedly curious about Eros.

Just like the fish has not taken the hook yet, but it has already entered the nest, so how far is it from taking the hook?

More haste, less speed. For a goddess like Nephthys who is not a simple person, being too obvious will only make the other party more vigilant.

Besides, Eros is more concerned about Isis's affairs than this.

Eros could only think of Io/Isis, who was familiar with Nephthys and had experience in raising children. It didn't matter if he guessed wrong.

He could continue to come up with other statements to arouse Nephthys' curiosity, such as pretending to be a charlatan and saying that Nephthys and Isis would be rivals in love in the future.

I don't know whether it's true or not, but he can do whatever he wants. Even if it's nonsense, as long as his mysterious personality is established, he can fool Nephthys.

But since the two knew each other, Eros would have to consider the specific relationship between Nephthys and Isis before making any plans.

After all, the generations and relationships in this Essene world are a bit confusing. Nephthys is both herself and her own mother and grandmother.

If Isis respected her as a mother and Eros' children regarded Nephthys as an elder, then Eros would have to restrain himself a little.

Eros already felt a bit guilty towards Io, but as soon as they met, he started to attack her stepmother. It was really inhumane.

You can wait for him to accompany Io first to ease his guilt before you start the strategy.

The boat sailed farther and farther away on the Nile River, and the melodious sound of a harp like a dirge gradually drifted out from the reeds, lying low in the evening breeze.

The distance traveled by the ship cannot be calculated by human standards. Instead, it shuttled between the real and the unreal on this river of life and finally docked at a shore.

"Let's go, we are here, this is Abydos."

I said the name of the city, but what I saw before my eyes was an empty phantom, with only the golden palace not far away shining brightly.

Obviously, this is not the dimension where humans live.

Eros was still thinking about how to reveal his identity to Io and how to avoid being discovered by Ra and others.

I don’t know if Io will jump up to him happily when she sees him, or will she draw her knife with resentment?
Eros was a little absent-minded, and Nephthys seemed to notice it.

"It's too late to back out now. Since you know Isis, you should know that she is not a gentle and easy-going god like me."

Nephthys said this, perhaps thinking that Eros was retreating.

"But don't worry, even if she gets angry, I won't let her beat you to death right here."

Faced with Nephthys' words, Eros just felt a little strange.

Is Io really that violent and scary? I remember that she was a very gentle person. Could it be that she has been a single mother for a long time, so her mentality is unbalanced?

Thinking of this, Eros felt more guilty.

Of course, even Nephthys would not think that Isis was an irritable goddess. What she was referring to was just what Eros said when he offended her before, that you are the mother and I am the father, and we are one family.

After all, Isis had a child, and although Nephthys had never seen the child's father, she knew that Isis cared very much about this matter.

It can be said that this is a pain point that must never be mentioned. If you dare to make dirty jokes to her, you must be prepared for severe revenge.

It is not that there were no gods who attempted to establish a relationship with Isis and tried to form an alliance with Isis through this nominal connection.

But in the end they were all crushed by the child of Isis, the fierce, fierce, and cruel child, the god of vengeance, Horus.

But it doesn’t matter. For the sake of the little cutie she likes, Nephthys will stop Horus in the end.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Eros will still use that rhetoric.

The two men had their own thoughts in their minds, and unknowingly they had arrived at the bronze tower gate. There were spells engraved on the lapis lazuli stele, and lotus-shaped stone pillars stood like lamps.

It seems that Io has been doing well over the years.

Before Nephthys could knock on the door, the tower door burst open, and from the slowly opening door walked out a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Eros.

Once the Greek princess Io, now the Aesirene goddess Isis.

Her skin was as round and sweet as if dipped in honey, and her long hair was held down by a gold net ornament woven with lapis lazuli and turquoise.

The dark blue eyeliner holds up a pair of almond-shaped eyes dyed green by malachite powder, and deep in the pupils are dancing with fragments of gold illuminated by torches.

The gold chain hanging from her hair was adorned with teardrop-shaped carnelian, tapping lightly against the hollow of her collarbone as she walked, and the snake-shaped silver chain around her waist bit into her wrinkles.

The mysterious tattoo outlined with cinnabar and gold powder flickers as the waist rises and falls as the person walks.

Both are brown-skinned beauties. If Nephthys is seductive, then Isis has a pretty typical Aesirene style.

With some bright eye makeup, gorgeous accessories, and holding a lotus staff, she looks mature and gorgeous, gorgeous yet dignified.

Compared to the young girl in Eros' memory, Isis now walks gracefully and exudes maturity from the inside out.

The green, unopened flower buds of that year finally blossomed completely in this homeland, so beautiful that it was beyond description.

And her dress at this moment was undoubtedly the most suitable for her, more suitable for her than the Greek style.

After Isis walked out, she looked at Nephthys first. When she was about to say something, she saw several people behind Nephthys.

Humanity?

There was obvious displeasure on her face. It wasn't that she hated humans, but she just didn't want to show her true face in front of humans.

She raised her hand to cover her face with the veil, and as she did so, her eyes met Eros's.

Having changed his appearance and shape, and wearing glasses that sealed his charm, Eros at this moment could not be recognized at all from the outside.

Even his aura had changed, and normally it would have been impossible for Isis to recognize him.

But this was the first time Eros and Io met again after a long separation, and there was inevitably some nostalgia and complex emotions in his eyes.

It was this look and an intuition called love that made Isis realize something.

(End of this chapter)