Chapter 508 Witch and God
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Just when Hercules and his party walked to the door, they were in a special room in Silver Moon City.
On a bright afternoon, the sun shines into the house through the windows.
Pick up a piece of 'Ebi Bean' and take a sip of delicious black tea.
As a wise bird, Zeferos felt that his life was extremely leisurely.
There is no busyness, no tasks, no need to figure out the boss's thoughts, and no need to have a good relationship with colleagues who are often emotional.
The only thing that needs to be done is to stay here and cooperate with humans to do some innocuous little things.
Free your mind and enjoy as much as you want.
For tens of thousands of years, almost never before, the God of West Wind felt a kind of relaxation coming from the heart.
Click click click——
"Bah bah - it smells weird."
"So, has the taste of this bean been revised again?"
"Heh, for a wise god - for a god who deigned to be a mere bird, they actually refused to make me a special version of the snacks."
"When I take over this city in the future, I must let them make such products according to my taste, without exception!"
Click, click, click...
After eating another 'Ebi Bean', Zeferos showed an expression as if he was eating a fly.
A spicy and heady feeling rushed straight from the mouth to the brain, causing it to spit it out subconsciously.
But when the excitement passed, it felt a little bit overwhelming again.
‘Ebi Dou’, a special food.
This is a specialty snack from Silvermoon City brought to him by a woman. Rumor has it that its original inspiration came from a dream of a great wizard.
The powerful mage once walked through a strange world as a traveler in a boy's dream, where there were warring chess pieces, cards with crowns, the overthrow of the rabbit kingdom and the lengthening of the nose. puppet.
During this journey, the young wizard tasted all kinds of strange delicacies.
For example, there are lively black dessert frogs, candies that crawl like insects, and beans with various flavors.
This is undoubtedly in line with the changeable nature of dreams. In dreams, no one knows what will happen next moment.
And when a person wakes up from a dream, they will quickly distinguish between dreams and reality.
However, the young wizard obviously did not want to distinguish, and this dream left a deep impression on him.
So he regarded his boyhood dream as an adventure and worked hard to become stronger from then on.
The final result is obvious. When the great wizard reaches the pinnacle of the human world, no matter whether the dream he once had is true or false, he will have the ability to turn it into reality.
Pieces of inventions came out from his hands, and 'Erbidou' was one of the finished products.
It is said that in the dream of the great wizard when he was young, this was a bean whose specific taste no one could distinguish.
Chili pepper smell, bird droppings smell, essential oil smell, and all kinds of flavors.
Therefore, its original name was "Bibi Multi-flavored Bean", but in Ziferos' opinion, the new name he gave it sounded better.
Click, click, click...
"Dingling bell..."
"Um?"
While enjoying the pleasant afternoon life, suddenly, a rhythmic sound of wind chimes sounded.
Turning his head to look, he saw a pink bell making a crisp sound not far away.
Helplessly getting up from the table, Zeferos shook out the fallen feathers on his body.
He knew what it was. Where he lived, this ringing signaled the arrival of a visitor.
After all, it is only a temporary possession bird now. If necessary, people will often come to him to do something.
"But at this point in time... has it come again? I really don't want to give up."
"Oh, it's useless... I'm just a mortal, how could I agree to her conditions!"
With a low hum, Zhifelos immediately knew who the visitor was.
There is no other possibility but that rude guy.
Although I do have to thank him for getting rid of the endless exams and successfully obtaining temporary status.
But in other respects, he would never compromise.
As a god, even if he is temporarily turned into a bird, Zeferos still has a bottom line.
And it means that she doesn't know her true identity, otherwise even if she is scared, she can scare her to death.
"snort."
"I've long heard that the humans in Silver Moon City are arrogant and rude, and now let's see if it's true."
"When I leave here, I will make sure you look good if I get the chance."
Vibrating his wings, Cheferos immediately flew to the window sill nearby.
Because he knows that some people will not walk through the door.
Click...
Whoosh——
As soon as he stood in position, the originally closed crystal window opened on its own.
A gust of cold air hit his face, blowing Zeferos's feathers into disorder.
Even without using his own authority, it would have been impossible for such a degree of airflow to affect this body, which seemed to be blessed by the rules of the wind.
But since arriving in this city, in order to ensure that his identity will not be leaked, the God of West Wind has always curbed his instincts.
The oncoming air flow was fast and short. When it ended, the bird transformed by Zeferos raised its head.
However, just as he looked out, in the eyes of the God of the West Wind, a 'big' hand appeared.
"Gah——"
"Let me go, you violated my rights as a temporary identity owner!"
"I am not your pet, you have no right to touch me!"
Zeferos struggled desperately with his feathers all over his body.
He finally got rid of the 'big' hand that grabbed him, and the bird flew into the air.
Not far away, the witch looked at it with amusement.
Sitting sideways on a forked wooden stick, the long robe was separated from the bottom, revealing a pair of white long legs.
The pointed soft hat was worn crookedly on the top of the head, and a silver ornament was hung on the right ear.
It was like a witch in a fairy tale came to reality, and the only thing missing was a magic wand that could fulfill wishes.
However, as a creature born and raised in Chaos, Zeferos could not experience this feeling of crossing fantasy and reality.
"You learn very quickly. I didn't expect you to fail the test on really useful knowledge. You memorized the regulations very clearly."
"If it were someone else, they would probably think you were a native who grew up in Silvermoon City."
Covering her mouth and laughing softly, looking at the gray sparrow who was trying to tidy up its feathers, even Medea herself felt a little unreal at the moment.
I still remember that after sending away the guys in the parliament, she was still very nervous when she decided to go into battle for the first time.
After all, in the past, although Silvermoon City had contact with gods, the objects they contacted were often very polarized.
If they were not the goddess of the magic net, they were at least the lord of the wilderness with real artifacts in their hands.
They were almost all powerful among the gods, and with the help of the power projected by the magic net and the moon phase of the spirit world, no one dared to question their authority.
In addition, the only ones who had contact were the pitiful regional gods with weak combat power.
However, it is a pity that from ancient times to the present, there are many regional gods who were "killed" by human heroes in anger.
Whether it is humans or true gods, even they themselves do not actually regard themselves as gods.
Without the transformation of authority, even if they have a little bit of divine power, these regional gods can rarely become opponents of demigod heroes.
So it is precisely for this reason that when Medea was preparing to get close to the real gods for the first time, even a suspected main god-level existence, she did not know how much preparation she had made in the open and in the dark.
With the help of her identity as the temporary manager of the mystery lock, she used public tools for private purposes, strengthened the local power at the cost of reducing the overall efficiency, activated the taboo witchcraft to cut off some flesh and soul and store them, and used them as her anchor to revive when an accident occurred.
In addition, she secretly used public power for private purposes and secretly made a lot of false accounts. She prepared seven secret treasure houses throughout the southern continent for herself, cracked the programs of some clock towers, and directly prepared to roll away a high tower.
You know, once something goes wrong, it is not clear whether you can escape with your life, but it is certain that your own strength will be greatly damaged.
And if Medea ignites such a big bomb in Silver Moon City, even if she can suppress it in the end, she will probably instantly change from one of the twelve tower masters with high power to a wanted criminal wanted by the whole city.
So in order to prevent this worst situation from happening and not become a prisoner, Medea simply treats everyone as an imaginary enemy in advance.
If nothing happens, then everything is fine.
With her ability, it is easy and pleasant to settle the account without making a sound.
But if something goes wrong, she will run away without anyone looking for her.
She, Medea, no one can judge her!
"Tsk."
"The only pity is that I have prepared so much, but the only thing I didn't expect is that this god doesn't seem to have a very good brain."
"Maybe the rumor is wrong, or is he a special case?"
"In short, according to the various descriptions of the Sea King, the God of War, the Goddess of Beauty and the Queen of Heaven in the records, the gods should not be emotionally stable."
"They are just like humans, they are still immortal, the so-called "born noble" humans."
"Even if there are few emotionally stable ones among them, they don't seem to be so stupid."
"As a truly discerning existence among the gods, whether it is the God King or the Goddess of Wisdom, I'm afraid they won't be fooled by our little tricks."
I don't know the specific reason, but after the initial shock, Medea gave up thinking.
In any case, it's true that the existence in front of her is a god, and it's also a fact that he is unexpectedly calm.
Since the result is good, there is no need to worry too much.
Except that her excitement-seeking mentality occasionally breaks out, Medea feels that everything about her encounter with this god is good.
"Zha——"
"I'm glad to know. I've already memorized the rules and regulations of Silvermoon City."
"If you continue to act recklessly, I'll go to the temple's judge to sue you!"
Not knowing what the witch in front of him was thinking in such a short time, Zeferos finally managed to restore himself to a normal posture.
His wings vibrated, and he cautiously distanced himself from the other party.
It was not worth it to give up all the previous efforts for such a small matter, so in order to prevent this human from having no sense of boundaries, Zeferos could only choose to stay away.
"Zha——"
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
"Well... guess?"
Medea asked with a smile, her eyebrows curved.
"Heh, who knows what you are thinking."
"I warn you, as a human who has lived for nearly a thousand years, you are an elder among your kind, and some things are impossible."
"Even if I starve to death or jump off here, I will never sign any ridiculous magic pet contract with you, it will--"
"Zha--"
He was loudly stating his principles, but seeing the sudden change in the face of the witch in front of him, Zeferos felt uneasy.
Well, he forgot.
Unlike the gods, many individuals among humans do not seem to be proud of living a long life, and some even feel disgusted.
Zeferos apologized for this mistake in his own affairs.
But as a god, even if the so-called magic pet contract could not restrict him at all, he would never sign it.
Before, Zeferos actually saw the contract.
It must be said that it is indeed an extremely clever design.
It only costs a small price to have a strong bond-but unlike the oath of the Styx that responds to the law, this contract between mortals is rooted in blood and spirit.
For mortals, this kind of bondage that directly penetrates the flesh and soul is certainly strong enough, but the body of the gods is very different from that of mortals.
Gods are born to be able to freely transform between matter and spirit, and the purest divinity comes from both and is higher than both.
So for gods, this contract is not durable.
It is like a mark on the body, which looks very obvious, but it can be removed by "washing".
Even as long as they know how to do it, the gods can make this contract a unilateral agreement.
However, considering that the subject of the contract is biased towards humans, this unilateralism is meaningless.
In this way, Zeferos does not need to reject this agreement, anyway, it will not cause any damage.
However, whether it can be "removed" is one thing, and whether it has been "stamped" is another thing.
Undoubtedly, although a lot has been changed during the time in Silver Moon City, in some aspects, Zeferos does not have such a low bottom line.
"Hmm..."
Eyes turned slightly, the God of West Wind thought about it secretly.
In a flash, Zeferos flew to the bustling place in the city.
Although this human was hateful, thanks to her, he no longer had to face those hateful exam questions.
Even after obtaining a temporary identity, he could still move around in a limited range.
Before, there was no suitable reason, so Zeferos never left the place where he lived too far.
Now, since he found the opportunity, he might as well go and take a look.
