Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 688 You are not good at lip reading

Isis and Horus walked into Eros' room together, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

They had been arguing at the door just now, but now they were sitting down together again.

In addition, Horus plucked out his own eyes in a fit of excitement, which made Isis feel very embarrassed.

Eros was also quite helpless. Originally, he could have had a happy night whether he was exploited by Isis or played with Hermes.

But now Horus forced him to talk to Isis, and the beautiful night was ruined.

What else is there to talk about? It would be better if Horus covered his eyes and kept his hearing, which would add a different kind of excitement.

"Talk? Why don't you talk?"

In the somewhat stiff atmosphere, Horus took the initiative to speak.

Now that things have come to this, she can only continue to do it and force Eros and Isis to reveal their flaws.

Under the gaze of the two men, Horus blocked his hearing. There was no need to put on a show in this regard.

She only needed to pay more attention to their faces to know whether they were talking about serious matters or nonsense.

Unfortunately, if she had anticipated this situation, she would have prepared a prop that could record the incident and perform restoration afterwards.

But now, we can also rely on lip reading to find out what the two people are talking about.

"Oh, I never thought it would turn out like this."

Isis spoke slowly and sighed.

"If you don't really have any concerns, just tell her your identity directly."

Apparently, Isis was a little tired after being messed around by Horus.

It is a rare situation that he is overly worried and protective of his own daughter, and the person he is on guard against is her biological father.

"So why do you insist on not letting her know? Isn't it true that she won't be affected now that she has temporarily removed her glasses?"

Eros asked, he was also very concerned about Horus's condition.

His power comes from Ra, and his right eye is also Ra's eye. It is hard not to worry whether Horus will be too influenced by Ra.

It would be fine if La was someone like Zeus, but this guy is a notorious donkey.

If this continued, Eros was worried that Horus would be devoured by Ra like Atum and Khepri.

"Alas, I don't know if that guy can even read Horus' thoughts. No one can be sure of such things. It's better to be careful."

Isis looked worried, she and Eros were equally worried.

"Although I have confirmed that the contract between Horus and Him is that He will grant Horus power and identity once Horus completes the trial, but... it is really hard to feel at ease."

Because of Nephthys, Isis had very little trust in the supreme sun god.

She had heard from Nephthys more than once about the good things she had done.

It devoured the original divinity, cut off the possibilities of the world, and oppressed the entire world with tyranny and cruelty.

The only thing that can be considered a good thing is probably to fight against the demon snake Apep, the embodiment of destruction, and prevent the destruction of the world.

Eros comforted Isis's worries.

"It's okay. I'll take care of everything. I won't let this happen." "Tell me more about Horus. I'll see if there's any key information."

The two of them quickly put aside the awkwardness of being interrupted by Horus and began to discuss business quickly.

Horus, on the other hand, looked back and forth at the two of them with a confused look on his face.

No? What are they talking about?

Horus, who tried to decipher the information by lip reading, fell into confusion and did not get any useful information.

For Eros and Isis, in their private communications, spoke Greek.

Although the pronunciation of the Essenian language is similar to that of Greek, there are still many differences.

This resulted in Horus, who was born and raised in Essene, using his own language and pronunciation to read the lips of the two people, resulting in a mess.

The lip reading he relied on failed, and Horus could only watch in confusion as the two people communicated silently in front of him.

Horus saw his mother's sorrow and worry, as well as Eros' seriousness.

Damn it, how could this guy talk to my mother so naturally and familiarly? Wasn't he a stranger of unknown origin?

But at least, what comforted Horus was that the most terrifying scene he had imagined did not occur.

For example, the mother was threatened by this man and was forced to come to him in the middle of the night.

Or it could be said that the mother was deceived, confused, or even hypnotized by this man and blindly defended him.

It seemed that they were indeed discussing serious matters, not anything weird.

Horus felt a little relieved, but he couldn't help feeling annoyed by the scene before him.

Damn it, could this guy not pretend so well in front of his mother? Wouldn't it be better to just expose his true nature, make his mother hate him, and then get rid of him?

Horus had no idea that he was actually annoyed by his parents' show of affection. His face became colder and his eyes looked at Eros with more murderous intent.

However, her gaze was completely ignored by Eros and Isis.

If it wasn't really hard to ignore the presence of such a grown-up daughter, the two of them would have already leaned against each other, snuggling and chatting.

Isis started from the initial story about Horus and talked all the way to when she left Greece and set foot on this land.

She trudged through the sea of ​​sand, relying on the magic taught to her by Eros to survive, and gradually established her own prestige and power among the people.

Even with Nephthys' help, it was still a difficult journey.

The daytime was so short that it was only enough for Isis to vent all the emotions that had been pent up for so many years. More emotions could only be vented bit by bit until this time.

As Isis recalled the past, her eyes became soft and sentimental, and Horus' murderous eyes also fluctuated up and down.

The more Isis felt, the closer Horus' hand was to the hilt of the sword. The tears of Isis were the blood of Eros' heart.

While the parents and daughter were having their reunion and discussion, Nephthys had already arrived at the sea of ​​sand under the cover of night.

Wearing a cloak to protect against wind and sand and covering her extremely exposed body, Nephthys broke into Typhon's territory.

Her dark green eyes still sparkled like gems under the night light. The goddess acted on her own without considering the consequences and rushed directly into the quicksand pit.

"Let me see what this guy from the outside world is capable of..."

(End of this chapter)