Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 912: Chapter 370 Witch and God_3

If Medea were to set off such an enormous bomb in Silver Moon City, even if she ultimately managed to suppress it, she would likely instantaneously transform from one of the twelve highly esteemed Tower Masters into a most wanted criminal, pursued across the whole city for heinous crimes.

Thus, to prevent this worst-case scenario from happening, to avoid becoming a condemned prisoner, Medea simply treated everyone as potential enemies in advance.

If nothing happened, then naturally all would be well.

With her abilities, quietly balancing the books would be both easy and enjoyable.

But if problems arose, she wouldn’t need others to come to her, she would take off herself.

She, Medea, was beyond anyone’s judgment!

“Tsks.”

“The only pity is that, after all my preparations, the one thing I didn’t foresee was that this god seems to have a rather nonfunctional brain.”

“Maybe the rumors are wrong, or perhaps he is an exception?”

“Anyhow, based on the various descriptions of the Sea Emperor and War God, Goddess of Beauty and Heavenly Empress in the records, deities don’t seem to be paragons of emotional stability either.”

“They are like humans, only undying, those so-called ‘nobly born’ humans.”

“Even among the few with stable emotions, they don’t seem this foolish.”

“As deities with true foresight, neither the Divine King nor the Goddess of Wisdom would likely be fooled by our little tricks.”

For some reason, after the initial shock passed, Medea stopped pondering further.

No matter what, the being before her was definitely a god, and the fact that he was unexpectedly well-behaved was also true.

Since the outcome was favorable, there was no need to dwell on it any further.

Aside from occasional flare-ups of her thrill-seeking nature, Medea felt that everything about her encounter with this deity was going well.

“Chirp—”

“Just so you know, I have the rules and regulations of Silver Moon City memorized by heart.”

“If you continue to act so recklessly, I’ll go to The Temple’s Judge to report you!”

Unaware of what the witch before him had thought about in such a short time, Zephyrus had finally managed to regain his normal composure.

Flapping his wings, he cautiously created distance between himself and the other party.

It would be too regrettable to ruin his efforts over such a trifle; thus, to prevent this human’s boundless behavior, Zephyrus could only choose to stay away.

“Chirp—”

“Speak, what are you here for?”

“Hmm… what do you guess?”

With arched brows and eyes, Medea smiled as she asked.

“Hah, who knows what you’re thinking.”

“I warn you, as a human who has lived nearly a thousand years, you’re considered an elder among your kind; some things are simply impossible.”

“Even if I starve to death, jumping from here, I would never sign some ridiculous Magic Pet Contract with you, that’s—”

“Chirp—”

Loudly proclaiming his principles, however, seeing the witch’s suddenly changing expression, Zephyrus felt that something was amiss.

Ah, he had forgotten.

Unlike deities, many humans don’t take pride in living long, and some even feel annoyed by it.

Apologizing for his own blunder in this matter, Zephyrus felt truly sorry.

However, as a god, even though the so-called Magic Pet Contract couldn’t really restrain him, he definitely wouldn’t sign it.

Previously, Zephyrus had actually reviewed the contract.

It must be said, it was indeed an extremely clever design.

With a very small price, it could achieve a strong bind—unlike the Nether River Oath, which is a vow supported by Law, this contract used between mortals is fundamentally rooted in bloodlines and spirit.

To mortals, such a constraint that pierces both flesh and soul is indeed solid enough. However, the bodies of deities and mortals are vastly different.

Deities are inherently able to freely transform between material and spirit, with the purest Divine nature both arising from and superior to both.

Thus, for deities, such contracts are not enduring.

It’s like having a stamp on one’s body, apparently obvious; but if you ‘wash’ it, it will fall off.

Even just by knowing the method, a deity could turn the contract into a unilateral agreement.

But considering the main subject of the contract is already biased towards humans, such unilaterality is rather meaningless.

In this light, Zephyrus didn’t really need to refuse the agreement; after all, it couldn’t cause any harm.

However, the ability to ‘wash off’ is one thing, while the fact of having been ‘stamped’ is another issue entirely.

Undoubtedly, even though his time in Silver Moon City has changed him a lot, in some ways, Zephyrus still has his limits.

“Hmm…”

His eyes shifting slightly, the God of West Wind gave the matter some silent thought.

In a flash, Zephyrus flew toward the bustling parts of the city.

Though he found this human quite detestable, thanks to her, he no longer needed to face those loathsome test questions.

Even after receiving a provisional identity, he could take a tour within a limited scope.

He had previously lacked a proper reason, which meant Zephyrus had never strayed too far from his place of residence.

Now, well, since he had found the opportunity, he might as well go and have a look.