They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 138 The Witch's Letter

"Can't you say something nicer?!"

"What can I do? Patients are not easy to kill to begin with, and you're asking me to hunt meme cards. This is a very challenging task for me."

"How about this: when you play, I'll bet on your team to win, and you can keep all the money I get. Now go practice, you seem to have lost a little weight lately."

"Incomprehensible." James took a few steps forward, then turned into mist and vanished. The raven feather in his hand slowly drifted down, and Ria reached out and picked it up, examining it closely.

Although the crow's feathers are jet black, they have a glossy and textured appearance upon closer inspection.

But Little Swarth soon became unhappy. It stretched out the tip of its wing from the side of Ria's neck and compared it with that feather, feeling that the feathers of other birds were simply heaven and earth compared to its own.

Of course, it's the one in the sky.

“I know you’re the best.” Ria handed the raven feather to it for safekeeping, and it was swallowed whole by the worm-like, wriggling tentacles.

It won't be easy for the young man to find the patient causing the trouble, especially since Ria has only been here for a short time and is completely clueless about everything.

Fortunately, there was still the Radiant Sun to help him. Ria, who had just come out of the hotel, decided to go back inside. There were orderly people searching the church, and he needed to wait until they relaxed their guard before considering gathering more information.

Upon returning to her room, Ria found a package on the floor with a note attached.

Who sent this?

He was momentarily wary, but quickly regained his composure, picked up the note with his tentacles, and held it in front of his eyes. The note contained the following:

"My dearest Xiaoliya:
I don't know if you'll ever come back to the library, so I packed up some things you might need right now and sent them to you. There were a few knives and a deck of cards that you left behind, and the rest were potions that I made myself.

Some of these medicines treat basic toxins, while others are actual poisons. Be very careful when using them. My eyesight is starting to blur again, but before it completely fails, I want to tell you that your room will be reserved for you. You can come back and read some books when you have time.

And, and... (old Cabello swear word)! I forgot what to say again. I'll give the things to Bruna, and Bruna should find your attending physician to give them to you.

If you have something you want to give to other friends, you can entrust it to a doctor. They are very fast, but sometimes it's not very common.

And so, let us praise trade.

The letter was signed at the end: "From an old woman—Ilint Hod's trembling hand."

"This is quite unexpected." After reading the letter, Ria folded it neatly and looked at the contents of the package.

Inside were knives, a deck of cards, and of course, a dozen or so glass test tubes containing clear liquid, each labeled with the name of the liquid and its simple function.

The test tubes were carefully sealed to prevent them from breaking during transit.

The witch's talent for pharmacology was indeed beyond doubt, and Ria had no doubt about the effects listed on these "potions".

He put everything away and wrote another letter to express his gratitude, attaching the remains of the extraordinary creature that had not been completely sacrificed, which should be useful to Ilint.

After doing all this, Ria placed the prepared items on the table, intending to have James deliver them when he appeared.

"If the patient was inciting chaos to promote memes, he wouldn't have focused solely on the church."

If it were me, I wouldn't just provoke the church; I'd also create a huge stir in the neighborhood, the more attention the better, and then I'd jump out and prove that I did it all myself.

Ria walked to the wooden chair with a backrest and sat down, placing her hat on the table. She took the gun from her waist and disassembled the tentacle into several pieces, stuffing them into the magazine. "Click," the bullet was already chambered.

Those tentacles can mimic the texture and hardness of most substances, making bullets a piece of cake. Moreover, the tentacles themselves are naturally contaminated, so once hit, even if you don't die, the consequences will be very serious.

"Should I wait until that guy is at his most arrogant before killing him?"

The young man got up and stood by the window, where he could see the surrounding scenery all at once.

The buildings were neatly arranged in all directions, and well-dressed people came and went, as if nothing special was about to happen.

"Batantusa coin, tell me, is the culprit meme a raven?"

Lia took out the mysterious object and threw it upwards. Just as it fell, she caught it with the back of her hand and slowly removed her right hand from its cover.

The coin is shown facing forward.

The answer is "yes".

well.

Ria put away the coins, took off her gloves and looked at her left hand. There was a "eyeball hole" in the web of her left hand, resembling a microscopic mine. Tiny eyes were looking at Ria, and black tentacles submerged them and stitched up the wound.

"My hand injury may make it difficult for me to hold a gun for a while, but luckily I'm right-handed."

He pressed on his wound: "James once said that we shouldn't let others know about the master meme easily. It seems that the weakness in the master meme is the key."

It's like I need to make a trade, but someone is preventing me from doing so or making me do something that loses money, which makes things very difficult. And the other party is a crow, who needs to gather hatred to perform.

So, according to this logic, all I need to do is ensure others don't dislike the patient? That sounds less realistic than simply shooting him dead.

Lia pondered for a long time.

“I can make a deal with others, get them to believe in me, and then ignore their deeds. Or I can just find the crow and get it to believe in the trade. It’s just a matter of looking at their eyes.”

"But I still feel like this isn't that simple. What if James secretly retaliates against me...?"

After thinking it over, he decided to refrain from making any further reaction for the time being and simply stand by the window and enjoy the view as if he had never heard of the matter.

Many orderly people patrolled downstairs, posting wanted posters on the walls before leaving.

"Gurgle—"

Under the cover of night, the glass window was pulled open from the inside, and Little Swarth flew out like a real night owl, approached the wanted poster, ripped it off with one claw, and flew back into the house to hand it to Ria.

Lia carefully examined the face of the person in the wanted poster.

This was a man around thirty years old, with a small mustache, his face painted with pale greasepaint, and his nose and lips were bright red.

Upon seeing this image, Lia's first reaction was "clown." Not only the face, but the person's clothing was also "glamorous" enough, with all the colors being highly saturated.

"The artists within the Order are truly skilled; their paintings are incredibly lifelike, as if the clown might jump out of the portrait at any moment."

(End of this chapter)