They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 171 New Job!
Ria: "..."

He opened his mouth as if to explain something, but at that moment he felt the powerlessness of words.

What can he say.

You bunch of idiots have no idea how fun it is to be thrifty and save money little by little.
The scene was quite bizarre for a moment, but Ria was a professional, and he quickly pretended nothing had happened, asking Ivand what was going on here.

"Oh, me? You might not be able to tell, but I own a detective agency. My job is to keep an eye on those steam monsters and prevent them from causing trouble... Here's my business card."

He was about to take out his business card when he realized that Ria was blind. Ria could only explain that she just couldn't see much light, but she could still see some things through the black cloth.

"So magical?"

Ivan exclaimed in disbelief, then handed his business card to Ria, who in turn pretended to hold the card up to his face.

“Evans Charlie, a detective at the Taradoma Street Detective Agency, will do anything for money, including tutoring students and helping them with their homework…”

"That doesn't sound very plausible, and Charlie's last name doesn't seem very long either..."

"Don't think it's unreliable. We can earn ten sheets of paper for helping you write a homework assignment."

"I take back what I just said." Ria now felt that this was a great way to make money. If she opened a tutoring class and charged by the hour, wouldn't she make a fortune?
"So come work for me. I can't stand seeing my new friend so poor he has to scavenge for garbage. You know, even the beggars here have bought houses. How are you going to compete with them for business?"

Ivand spoke earnestly to Ria, but Ria thought about it. This thing had nothing to do with the supernatural. If he weren't sick, he might have seriously considered it, but now his own safety was a problem.

Most importantly, this person doesn't seem very reliable.

"By the way, you just said you were going to investigate steam cars. Why do you want to investigate them?"

"This involves a very serious issue. I need an assistant. You can be my assistant, and I'll explain it to you in detail."

Who will be your assistant?

Lia was extremely disdainful.

An hour later, they sat across from each other in the coffee shop. Ria, looking rather grim, picked up his coffee and added a sugar cube. His top hat sat on the table.

Ivand spread his hands: "I don't know if you've ever heard the argument that the development of machinery is the origin of disaster."

"From the moment humans discovered steam, new monsters were born, robbing the poor of their freedom."
The roar of machinery and the pollution of black smoke.

Beneath the shadow of the rich lies the suffering of another group, many of whom are enslaved and even toiled to death, living their lives in mechanical torment.

"So you're going to smash all those industrial products?"

Lia wasn't surprised by this idea; he had seen too many similar things. But Ivand shook his head and took out a black and white photograph of a group of workers.

At first glance, these things seem normal, but upon closer inspection, their faces appear stiff and their limbs are strangely positioned, giving one the inexplicable impression of lifeless machines.

They were laughing together, and perhaps due to the reflection from the camera, none of their eyes had pupils.

“Look, these people have already run into problems, and the photos were taken at the Cantero factory two weeks ago.”

“What’s wrong with this factory?” Ria had gradually noticed some anomalies, and his intuition told him that these things were related to the supernatural.

Ivand's answer did not disappoint him. "The Cantero factory is located in the suburbs not far from here, and it is guarded by the nobles of South Edrin. Now that there are suspected supernatural events in the factory, it is hard not to suspect that most of the steam engines in South Edrin are faulty."

“I know you may think my behavior and way of speaking are very unreasonable, but I still hope that someone can support my point of view. We must investigate this matter thoroughly, otherwise more people will be hit by cars like me.”

"Being hit by a car might not be the problem..."

Ria took a sip of coffee and put down his teacup. He hadn't wanted to get involved, but after Ivand explained, he realized that the pollution here had become intertwined with the nobility.

And aren't the nobles of South Adeline the Sicar family?

This might be a good breakthrough, and being a detective can also be considered a kind of hunter identity, so Ria agreed to Ivand's invitation.

He wasn't interested in the food and lodging provided; those were secondary. The most important thing was to find incriminating evidence against those people, the more the better.

Those people are so resourceful, and I'm quite interested in where their confidence comes from.

After finishing his drink, the young man put his hat back on and straightened it: "I hope we can work together smoothly, although I don't know why you wanted to hire a blind person like me."

"Hey, don't belittle yourself like that. I just want to get revenge on my legs. Besides, our job is very easy. If you have a job, you shouldn't have to pick up trash anymore."

"I am truly grateful."

Ria soon found another unwanted wooden box on the street and was about to pick it up when Ivand pulled him away.

The so-called easy work may be true. Lia relaxed for the next few days. The only problem was that her fingers ached from doing homework for some lazy students.

Inside a detective agency on Taradoma Street, Ria sat at her desk reading by the light of a kerosene lamp when the doorbell rang. Someone walked in, staring intently at Ria, carrying a stack of books.

“Mr. Kercha, your previous work was praised by your tutor. He said he had never seen such a bold and innovative paper and hoped to see more like it, so I’m bothering you again…”

“Joel, I think you should do this kind of thing yourselves. Relying on others to write papers won’t lead to real improvement.”

"Don't say that, Kelcha, we all know you're the best."

Why don't you go find Ivand?

"Compared to you, he's practically illiterate."

"Hey!"

The boy piled the books and papers on the table, took out a silver coin as payment, and ran out in a flash. It seemed he really didn't want to write the paper himself.

Lia was already regretting saying that his eyes could still see things clearly. He reluctantly put away the silver coin and looked at the title of the paper.

"On the development of steam and the application of electricity... Ivand would be happy to go on and on about this."

Lia propped his forehead with one hand as he flipped through the reference books. After a moment, he couldn't help but complain.

"I never thought that even after getting this far, I still couldn't escape the fate of fabricating a paper."

(End of this chapter)