Chapter 2673 Inanna

Saoirse tied up the deformed baby, then tied the other end of the rope to a large rock, raised her eye stems, and emitted a beam of "psychic control rays", grabbed the heavy rock and threw it towards the lake.

Qiao An heard a "plop" from a distance, and then saw the rock fall into the water, dragging the abandoned baby to the bottom of the lake.

Beholder larvae are born with the ability to float in the air. When they find themselves being dragged into the water by heavy objects, they struggle desperately by instinct, trying to float out of the water.

However, she was not born long ago, her physical strength was weak, and she couldn't drag the big rock carefully selected by Saoirse at all. The dying struggle was purely futile, and she was finally dragged down by force. The surface of the water floats by the lake.

Hearing this, Qiao An couldn't help feeling a sharp pain in his heart, and barely restrained the urge to rush out to save others.

Saoirse stood by the lake expressionlessly, watching the ripples on the surface of the lake silently, until the lake returned to calm and the sound of crying disappeared completely, then she breathed a sigh of relief, opened the "any door" with a spell, and disappeared in a teleportation Among the brilliance.

Joan waited until Saoirse's figure completely disappeared, then left the hiding place, flew to the place where she had just sunk the deformed baby at the fastest speed, cast "Hand of Arcana", and reached into the black lake to salvage the baby. Foundling.

Not long after, Joan grabbed the rope that bound the abandoned baby, and quickly dragged it up, untied the rope in a hurry, and checked the group of beholder cubs that were no longer moving.

Fortunately, just drowned and suffocated, fell into a coma, and had a slight heartbeat!

Qiao An breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to cast a spell to heal the deformed baby who had saved his life, when a strong wave of magic power suddenly set off behind him.

Looking back, the lakeside was illuminated with transmission light, and a group of snow-white figures emerged. Saoirse went back and forth, staring at her coldly.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister..."

Joan was caught by Saoirse on the spot. Even with the blessing of "polarized cognition", she couldn't help but be tongue-tied, not knowing what to say in order to get rid of the current embarrassing situation.

"Don't do this, Mitra, don't make trouble for yourself."

Saoirse floated over and issued a solemn warning.

"This is your last chance, throw that little guy back into the lake, I can pretend I didn't see anything!"

Do you want to accept Saoirse's warning?

Joan's eyes wandered between Saoirse and the abandoned baby.

It is obviously very irrational to offend the prime minister, who is second only to the supreme power in the city of Udinos, for the sake of a half-dead deformed baby.

However, a rational choice may not necessarily be the correct decision, especially when this decision involves an innocent life, the balance in Joan's heart has once again tipped to the unreasonable end.

Quietly starting the "Spiritual Theater", Joan spent a minute weighing the pros and cons, carefully considering the words, and then barely found a justifiable reason for his actions.

"Master Prime Minister, although this child is a bit deformed, she is the daughter of the Supreme after all. Considering the age of the Supreme, it is very likely that she will not be able to conceive again in the future. Keep this child. After the Supreme Passes away in the future, the throne of Udinos will at least remain. If you can have an heir, if you kill her now, there will be no hope at all."

"Mitra, what use are you telling me?"

Saoirse shook her head and smiled wryly.

"I understand these truths better than you, and I have also advised the Supreme in person, but you have also seen it in the end, she doesn't listen to me at all!"

"As the Supreme One said, 'After I die, don't care about the flood', Her Majesty the Queen doesn't care, so why bother with such care? Don't worry about it."

"Lord Saoirse, I respect His Majesty Ishtar, but I don't think what the Supreme One said or did must be right. If I think she did something wrong, I would rather choose the path that I think is right. Even if it goes against the will of the supreme being, I will not compromise."

Joan stared into Saoirse's eyes and questioned each word.

"Lord Saoirse, can you answer me honestly, do you regard yourself as the prime minister of Udinos, or just a servant of His Majesty Ishtar, in your eyes, His Majesty Ishtar's likes and dislikes are the same Sri Lanka's long-term stability, which one is more important?"

"That's a good question, Mitra. Years ago, I was deeply anxious about the same question, and I took actions to answer what I thought was the right answer. Unfortunately, things backfired, and the result made me deeply regret..."

Saoirse hesitated to speak, and sighed bitterly.

"Listen to my advice, Mitra, save this cub that shouldn't be born, you will definitely regret it in the future."

"It's better to regret it in the future than to regret it now." Qiao An hugged the abandoned baby tightly with his eyes, without compromise.

Saoirse's main eyes turned cold, as if murderous intent emerged.

Joan was on guard secretly, thinking of the consequences of falling out with Saoirse, she felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

It seems that his secluded life in Udinos can only end here.

At the moment when the two sides were tense and the atmosphere was becoming more and more chilling, Saoirse suddenly closed her main eyes, looked up to the sky and laughed.

Crazy laughter echoed for a long time over the dark lake and passed into Joan's ears, making her feel both horrified and inexplicable.

"Mitra, Mitra, you really deserve it! You always do things that go against common sense!"

"Master Saoirse, are you okay?" Joan asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'm not crazy, at least not too crazy." Saoirse shook her head and put away her smile, "Mitra, you have to think clearly, adopting that child is bound to bring you endless benefits. Worry, if one day in the future, you find that your good intentions lead to bad results, what will you do?"

"No, I didn't ask for her opinion when I adopted this child. The decision I made, whether good or bad, is my own responsibility and has nothing to do with this child." Joan replied frankly.

"Okay! With your words, I have nothing to say."

Saoirse smiled strangely, floated to Joan, stretched out her eyes and caressed the deformed baby, adding a bit of tenderness to her face.

"Mitra, what do you think of the name 'Inanna'?"

"Inanna?"

There is no need to rely on "polarized cognition" for this question, and Joan also knows how to answer it. He still has this level of emotional intelligence.

"It's a nice name, very suitable for girls."

"Since you like this name too, let your daughter be named Inanna from now on!" Saoirse said with a smile.

"My daughter?" Joan looked at her in surprise.

Should it be more appropriate to call her "adopted daughter"?

"That's right, Inanna is your biological daughter!"

Saoirse emphasized with a determined face.

"Look at her sad dominant eye, it's as incomplete as yours, it must be your own flesh and blood!"

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