Dead bastard...No Bastard!

'Please leave, you damn parrot,' Zevien thought while looking at the parrot. He had made his breathing very slow to ensure his safety and tried his best not to move a single muscle.

"Requesting and cursing both? That's new," Tarto meowed from the side.

Zevien ignored Tarto and just kept his eyes on the parrot. Suddenly, he saw it flapping its wings and flying away.

But his joy didn't last long because the Silver Wind Parrot landed again on a tree just ten meters from him.

It came even closer to him!!

'W-why?'

"Zevy, you better prepare because it won't simply fly away now," Tarto said, "on a side note, if you manage to escape this bird, then I will give you a magic item. "