Chapter 464 They could very well be the future of witchcraft.

Chapter 464 They could very well be the future of witchcraft.

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. New novel chapters are published at novelhall.comar, 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.

"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.