They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 151 Don't Kill Me

Viscount Sicard was murdered without cause, and the Joker used an explosion to incite panic among the crowd, trying to divert attention to the disorderly.

The disorderly are already ostracized by everyone, and any accusations can be leveled against them. As a result, everyone believes that the Viscount's death was the work of the disorderly, and they harbor even stronger malice towards them.

This malice obscures the truth.

So where did the original Joker come from?

It was obvious that one of the Viscount's friendly brothers had contacted the clown beforehand, instructing him to gain the Viscount's favor, then find a place to kill him and frame him completely.

The viscount died without an heir, so the question of who would ultimately inherit the position is a rather peculiar one.

“You are really making a big move, and the butler in front of you is probably your brother’s original butler.”

Leo's face darkened, and he almost gritted his teeth to pieces, but Ria just smiled.

"Don't make that scary face. I have no interest in your feud. That man is dead, and you are now the Viscount. Isn't that a foregone conclusion?"

"You may not know this, but I am a businessman. It's really difficult for me to develop anything in South Adeline without connections."

Let's consider this a mutually beneficial arrangement. I will support you and cast my vote of approval; that's the purpose of my trip.

"What do you say, Viscount Sicar?"

The two stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, and the "prey" in the distance finally collapsed under the strain.

Leo finally left.

Having obtained a satisfactory answer, Ria secretly found the seriously injured steward and tried to save him with the witch's potion.

He pulled out the arrow and sprinkled some healing potion on the other's wound. The wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no scar.

This is just a superficial injury, not involving any supernatural abilities, so it's easier to heal.

"You're okay..."

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Before Lia could finish speaking, the other person retreated backward on all fours as if he had seen a ghost. He took a few steps closer with some helplessness: "Come on, look me in the eyes."

The butler looked up and saw only dense golden light in the night.

“Praise trade—” he suddenly muttered to himself, his eyes glazing over.

Ria: "Now leave here, go back and praise how great Leo Sicard is, get more people to accept him, and preferably find a group of people who can blindly follow him."

A hint of fear appeared on the butler's face: "Then how am I supposed to face Leo... young master from now on?"

“You don’t need to worry about that. Whether he can make it back alive is still unknown. Even if he can, I don’t plan to let him be a ‘smart person’.”

Ria pulled the butler up and told him to leave. She told him that if necessary, he should report the place to the Order Association and have them send someone over.

The butler didn't understand what Lia meant, but he did as she asked. The moment he regained consciousness, he left without a second thought.

And Ria could finally go back and get a good night's sleep.

Before entering the dream, he prayed that nothing else would go wrong. Fortunately, he only dreamed of his family taking a walk on the beach, and there was nothing particularly remarkable about it.

It was uneventful, but that might not be a bad thing. The next day, just as dawn broke, Ria was awakened by a knock on the door. He opened his eyes and saw a bunch of twisted tentacles slowly approaching the door, seemingly trying to turn the person outside into a beehive. When they saw that Ria was awake, they turned back to their original form, blinked twice, and rolled around on the ground.

"..."

Lia silently changed into her training clothes, got up, retrieved the mythical creature, and walked to the door to open it.

"Good morning, student Kelcha. Thank you for getting up after everyone else has already run several laps. Now you just need to go have breakfast."

The staff were all very polite, even when they were swearing. However, Lia didn't think it was a mistake for him to get up late. He went along with what they were saying and said, "Praise the sun. How did you know I was hungry? Let's go eat now."

With that, he walked out of the private room, closed the door, and followed the staff's directions to the restaurant.

The consequence of not strictly requiring trainees to practice is that the pass rate for certification will become very low. However, this is just a club, not the military, and some people are willing to give them tips, so their service attitude can naturally be close to perfect.

This trend may have been fostered by some nobles who came to take the exam.

Ultimately, you're taking the exam for yourself. No one is obligated to force you to do anything, and even if you never pass the exam in your lifetime, it has nothing to do with them.

Since it's someone else's money being spent, the staff would be more than happy for them to take the test a few more times.

"This must be what freedom is."

Lia seemed to be deep in thought. Soon, they arrived at the restaurant, where breakfast consisted of fine white bread, milk, and bacon. Other items could be selected from the window.

He ordered a coffee to perk himself up, adding a sugar cube and two spoonfuls of milk to it and stirring it well—it was the perfect drink.

“Pah.”

Ria placed the metal spoon on the special spoon holder, picked up the white cup, blew on the steam rising from it, took a sip, and then picked up the magazine on the table to read.

The content above lists the classification of firearms and their selling prices, including some so rare that they can only be seen at auction houses. The enormous auction amounts made Lia's eyes light up more and more.

"A starting bid of 2.83 billion gold coins... Hmm, it's hard not to be tempted."

The price is certainly alarming, but more importantly, this item isn't even a mysterious artifact; it's simply from the hands of a master craftsman and has collectible value.

Where there is demand, there is a market; where there is a market, there is supply.

But these sums of money are just for show; the differences between people are sometimes like the size difference between the sun and the moon, or even more exaggerated.

If he could earn this kind of money someday, Lia would certainly be very happy, but for now he can only watch as he tries to suppress the extraordinary nature of a black marketeer.

"You can't get fat in one bite. I have to take it slow. Being too hasty will only get me sent to the Order Association's jail sooner."

If it's a tactician meme, selling these things would likely have a significant impact on the interpretation of the game, and Ria is also planning to consider this type of meme in the future.

As he was thinking, he used a knife and fork to cut the bacon in front of him into small pieces, stuffed them into the center of the bread that had also been cut into small pieces, and fed them to little Swarth.

It was still eating very happily, and you could tell how happy it was from the occasional bites it took to tear Ria's arm.

Even though these things don't suit its taste.

Ria discovered that it seemed to prefer fresh human flesh, but normal people wouldn't just feed it that, let alone kill someone to feed it.

If the mythical creature were alive today, its mere act of eating would be met with utter hostility from everyone.

(End of this chapter)