Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 854 Zeus is also Greek Yang Guo
While Hera was trying hard to conceal her secrets, Eros was also trying hard to conceal his secrets.

Astarte was very determined to have a child, and even wanted Tiamat to be the surrogate mother. Eros couldn't persuade her, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to cut corners.

After all, there are two of us coming together, so we just need to change the entrance of the square root of 6084 at the last minute.

This operation must be done secretly so that Astarte cannot find out. In fact, all the good things are left for her.

The result was that Tiamat touched her stomach with a puzzled look on her face, while Astarte had a slightly bulging belly and curled up like a well-fed snake.

This act of subverting one's own destiny really made Eros sweat.

And when Eros was almost done, the owner of this place finally arrived.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

The goddess Themis, wearing a white silk blindfold, walked slowly towards them.

A helpless sigh escaped from her alluring lips, and her white robe with golden threads outlined her exquisite curves.

As soon as she appeared, Gaia, who was watching the show happily, suddenly looked unhappy.

Themis didn't care about her expression, but walked to Eros and said with a hint of blame.

"If you want to do this kind of thing, you should go somewhere else. Why are you always here with me?"

"I'm just helping you look after and educate them. Is this the education you want?"

Eros, who was rebuked by Themis, could only put on his clothes awkwardly, and covered Astarte with a veil to cover her up.

The main reason was that he was holding a Tiamat whose mind was almost zero in his arms, and when he was scolded by Themis, he always felt like he was caught.

"It was just an accident..."

Themis was not moved at all by Eros' explanation.

Every time he caught him here, Eros would always say so, saying that it was an accident and that Gaia took the initiative.

However, Themis had no intention of continuing to blame Eros. She was simply expressing her attitude, and it didn't really matter.

"Since you're here, that's just right. I have something to tell you."

Themis took Eros' hand and led him to the other side hall.

Such an action is undoubtedly full of some ambiguous implications.

Eros was very greedy for this holy yet tempting goddess of order, but he has yet to get his hands on her.

But when Themis pushed open the door of the side hall, Eros saw a figure he had not seen for a long time.

Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, was waiting for the two of them in the side hall. Her amber eyes seemed to record the passage of time, and she looked at Eros with an indifferent expression.

"Long time no see, Eros."

"Or should I say, my dear ex-husband?"

Even when making such witticisms, Mnemosyne had a nonchalant expression and tone, not a cold and indifferent one, but a gentle and unmoved one.

She had only met Eros at the banquet held when Hades took office in the underworld, and she had lived in seclusion since then and had never appeared in public again.

The ex-husband she was referring to was her relationship with Zeus, which could naturally be seamlessly connected to Eros.

However, in the face of the goddess's witty remarks, Eros had no intention or mood to respond.

"Goddess, you're joking. Actually, sometimes, you can temporarily separate us." The other party was a goddess who could repeat all the situations of Eros without changing her expression, and knew everything Eros had done and knew all his secrets.

What's more, the other party, like Themis, had been spying on Eros' "adoptive mother" from the very beginning.

"Do you want to separate them? But if so, it will be difficult for you to exercise some of your rights as a husband. Don't you want to be husband and wife with me and Themis? I thought you wanted to do this a long time ago."

Mnemosyne's words were neither meat nor vegetables, but they did serve as a reminder to Eros.

It seemed to be true. The last time he and Themis were about to become distant, Themis seemed to have rejected him with the excuse that their identities were not in compliance, and played a cruel trick on Eros' pure heart.

At that time, Eros did not think much about it, and just thought that Themis was deliberately teasing him. However, she never mentioned it again afterwards, and Eros thought that he had no chance for the time being.

Now after this reminder, Eros finally realized that it was not that Themis did not give him a chance, but that Eros himself did not think of this.

As long as Zeus directly invites Themis, which is an orderly and regular act, she will gladly agree.

Turning his head to look at Themis's slightly flushed cheeks, Eros immediately understood.

“Thanks for the tip!”

The two men brought him to this side hall and gave him such obvious hints, which must have been their intention to make him complete what he had been missing from the very beginning.

Themis, with blushing cheeks, interrupted him quickly. A hint of panic was revealed on the face of this gentle goddess of order.

"Don't make a fuss. I didn't call you here for this kind of thing."

As he said this, he hit Mnemosyne with some anger.

"I told you not to talk nonsense. I want to talk about serious matters."

"I was just helping you express your initial thoughts."

Mnemosyne did not hide, but sat there lazily, speaking in a flat tone.

These words completely shattered the image of Themis that she had created in front of Eros, one that was both relaxed and calm.

Faced with Eros' teasing eyes, Themis' eyes trembled under the blindfold. She did not say anything to defend herself, but changed the subject.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

"So what do we do after we finish talking about business?"

Eros said with ill intention, but he had no intention of talking about business right now.

He now has to make up for what he missed twice as much.

"Wait... After we finish talking about the serious matters... It's up to you..."

Themis bit her lips lightly and said while trying to suppress her shyness.

She had just been scolding Eros, asking him not to mess around with her, but now he was saying something like this.

Fortunately, her eyes were blindfolded, otherwise she would be too embarrassed to look up.

Having to persist even to this point, Eros could only suppress it temporarily to keep his brain supplied with sufficient blood so that he could think.

"Okay, so what's the business?"

(End of this chapter)