Chapter 370 The Witch and God

Crunch crunch...

Crunch crunch...

Crunch crunch...

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Just as Heracles and his party arrived at the doorstep, inside a special room in the Silver Moon City.

The bright afternoon sun shone through the window.

Pecking at an 'Erbi Bean' and then sipping on a delicious red tea.

As an intelligent bird, Zephyrus felt an unparalleled leisure in his life.

No busyness, no tasks, no need to figure out the boss's thoughts, nor the need to maintain good relationships with those often volatile colleagues.

The only thing needed was to stay here, cooperating with humans for some harmless minor matters.

Empty the mind, indulge at will.

For tens of thousands of years, almost never before had the West Wind God felt such heartfelt ease.

Crunch crunch—

"Ptooey—What a strange taste."

"So, the taste of these beans has been changed again, huh?"

"Hah, as an intelligent— as a God reluctantly condescending to act as a bird, they actually refuse to make a special edition snack for me."