Half an hour passed, and it was not even noon yet, with the school students still in session. The owner of the barbecue restaurant was gazing blankly at William’s table, a half-burned cigarette hanging from his mouth. A long ash had formed, but he was so astonished that he forgot to flick it off.
Just half an hour ago, he thought the refined-looking young lady was the pinnacle of foodies, but he was proven wrong in these thirty minutes.
This perception was completely overturned in that short period.
At least the girl seemed to know that meat should be properly grilled before eating. But the guy in the suit and tie, he didn’t even wait for the meat to cook properly before shoving it into his mouth.
Can you even eat raw meat?
Most importantly, he would take a bite of meat and then chug a bottle of beer.
Chug, chug, chug!
Three bites, one bottle, without even pausing for breath.
The owner had counted – in half an hour, the man drank 360 bottles of beer, averaging one bottle every five seconds, and that was without a single bathroom break, not to mention the time he spent eating the meat.
Forget about vegetables,the owner hadn’t seen him eat a single leaf of greens. The beef prepared last night was already half gone, and the other meats were rapidly depleting too.
The young owner looked at William with a mixture of resentment and awe. So, this is the so-called ‘The Philanthro-King’?
Feeling the owner’s gaze, William turned and nodded with a smile, then turned back and stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth.
After downing his 361st bottle of beer, Moros burped and chuckled, “This barbecue tastes really good. We should come here often.”
Delmar also expressed his admiration, “Indeed, the flavor of the barbecue here is remarkable.”
Zoey, adhering to the principle of not talking while eating, focused on her meal.
“Delmar, this is William. Show some respect when you see him,” Moros said, turning to Delmar. “Come on! Let’s toast! Here’s to William.”
William picked up a beer bottle and chugged it down in one go.
He didn’t see anything wrong with it. Poseidon, with such thick skin, was so quick to listen to Moros and immerse himself in the role.
Which god isn’t shameless?
“Very good! Delmar, when we get back, I’ll prepare some body-strengthening herbs for you!” After saying this, Moros also picked up a bottle of beer, gave William a sincere smile, and said, “Mr. Johnson, I toast to you! Cheers!”
His attitude was even more respectful.
William clinked his bottle with Moros’s and downed another bottle.
They continued eating at their table until 1:30 in the afternoon, drawing attention from many students who recorded videos. After all, the four of them ate quite a lot.
When it was time to pay the bill, William calculated the cost of the food and drinks and generously left the owner $4,000.
The small business wasn’t easy to run, and they nearly cleared out all the food. If charged at $36 per person, the owner would have really been at a loss today.
“Pal! You’re so noble!” The owner, moved, shook William’s hand with tears in his eyes.
William smiled and said, “Just call me The Philanthro-King!” .
After the meal, they returned to the small villa where William stayed.
As they entered, Ares was tidying up the house wearing an apron, Luna was playing games on her tablet, and Erebus was watching The Avengers on TV, surrounded by fruits and snacks. The floor damaged the previous day had been fixed.
Moros glanced at Ares but didn’t find anything amiss. A Quasi-Deity in Mr. Johnson’s house was already a stroke of great luck – like striking a gold mine!
“Zoey, Delmar, come over here,” Moros beckoned Delmar to the backyard of the villa. With a wave of his hand, two huge cauldrons appeared in the yard, filled with bubbling herbal soup.
“Get in!”
As he finished speaking, Zoey and Delmar had already jumped in.
Neither of them made any sounds of pain.
Instead of their bodies being scalded like Evelyn’s, they rapidly absorbed the power of the herbal soup.
“Hmm?” Moros was somewhat surprised. Had these two already strengthened their bodies before?
Their rate of absorbing the herbal soup’s effects was comparable to that of Freya from his tribe.
Half an hour later, Zoey had perfectly absorbed the energy of the herbal soup in the cauldron, and the liquid ceased to boil.
“Is that it?” Zoey frowned. “Just this?”
Ah!
Moros felt a bit embarrassed.
Normally, someone strengthening their body for the first time would be scalded and take nearly a day to absorb the soup’s power.
Zoey’s speed was simply abnormal.
He didn’t know that the speed at which the Warrior God Constitution absorbed energy was terrifyingly fast. For Zoey, this was just a routine process.
Delmar’s speed wasn’t slow either. An hour later, he too had fully absorbed the herbal soup’s power.
After all, he possessed the memories of the sea god Poseidon. Strengthening his body with witchcraft?
Did they really think he didn’t know what was happening?
This was similar to absorbing energy from this world, just that his current physical constitution wasn’t as good as Zoey’s, otherwise…
“Hiss—” Moros watched the two, couldn’t help but take a deep breath in surprise. Their current strength might not be formidable, but their potential for the future was enormous!
They could very well be the future of witchcraft.
“I will teach you witchcraft,” Moros decided, planning to instruct them in some basic witchcraft practices.
Zoey and Delmar watched intently, while William, lacking interest, sat on the sofa watching TV with Erebus. Ares, meanwhile, was tidying up the house and sneaking glances towards the yard.
He could sense that Moros was no ordinary figure and had long heard about the power of witchcraft. He thought, why not learn a bit, even if just by watching.
Luna, after playing games for a while, glanced towards the yard and said to William, “Mr. Johnson, are these two also going to live here with us?”
William raised an eyebrow and replied, “No! Maximus has his own house,they can stay together in one room.”
To him, it seemed like no problem at all. Having Moros and the sea god Poseidon under the same roof seemed like an excellent idea.
William even pondered a scenario: what if Delmar is caught halfway through secretly learning and Moros discovers that this guy is actually the old man, the sea god Poseidon? What would Moros’ expression be like then?
It would surely be very interesting.
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