They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 176 The Detective's Work

“That man seems much smarter than you, Schwarz.”

"Goo-"

Little Swarth continued to turn its head. Sometimes it couldn't understand what its host was saying, but judging from the tone, it seemed to be praising it.

Since it's a compliment, it's naturally very happy. Parents don't often praise people, but it's definitely the one who gets praised the most.

As it thought about it, it excitedly rolled around on the ground, the tips of its feathers gradually splitting into tendrils that scratched at the ground.

Seeing its expression, Ria could roughly guess what it was thinking, and couldn't help but hold her forehead.

The separation of Little Swarth II did not seem to have much of an impact on the mythical creature itself. If there was any impact, it was that its size had decreased, and it now resembled an adult long-haired lion cat.

"No matter what, we still need to find your clone, alive or dead. It can't fall into someone else's hands."

Mythical creatures are quite special; a single feather from a mythical creature can almost grant the gods any request when offering sacrifices to them, not to mention one of its clones.

Ria pulled a mysterious object from his pocket; it was none other than a Batantusa coin.

"Batantuza, tell me, is the mythical creature's avatar still alive?"

As he spoke, he tossed the coin into the air and slapped it onto the back of his hand before it hit the ground.

"Hopefully it's positive." Ria took a deep breath, slowly removed the hand covering the back of her hand, and then found that the answer was positive.

In other words, it is indeed still alive.

"It's good that you're not dead."

Ria lost an eye in his calf, but such pain was nothing new to him. After enduring it for a short while, Ria could continue doing his own thing as usual.

He took out a pile of books and placed them on the table. These books were of all kinds, such as "How to Be a Ruthless Capitalist," "Advanced Tutorial on Magic," or "Shooting Techniques from Beginner to Expert." He even had a book called "On the Etiquette of Enderus."

As the saying goes, learning has no end. To play his role well, Liya not only needs to ponder but also needs to acquire knowledge systematically. He believes that reading more and learning more is never a bad thing. Only by combining knowledge with practice can he be sure of success.

Of course, there's another reason—the entertainment facilities here are pitifully few for Lia. Without modern technology to entertain him, all he can do is read books.

At least he's better than that mythical creature. That mythical creature can't read, so it can only play with its tentacles all day long, or it will start chewing and scratching the furniture everywhere, making a mess of it.

A few hours later, Ria made herself a cup of black tea in the outer room, walked to the door, looked at the moon, and gradually relaxed.

"I don't know what the connection is between the moon and the red moon... The Crimson Mother, I vaguely remember James calling the red moon that. In a sense, I should thank her."

It would be even better if we could know the prayer of the Crimson Mother.

That's what Lia thought.

He didn't mind collecting all the prayers of the gods, as long as they were useful to him. So what if he sacrificed them all? Could they kill him?
Of course, it would be even better if a god could kill him.

"Praise the crimson."

Ria raised his ceramic cup to the moon, his feelings at that moment probably few could understand. After drinking the tea in the cup, he turned and went back into the house.

A dreamless night.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on Ria’s door.

Little Swarth remained standing like a large pine cone, its feathers bristling towards the door. Ria waved to it, and it immediately ran to his side and burrowed into his body. "Click."

Ria opened the door and, unsurprisingly, found Ivand Charles outside, followed by a group of young faces.

He recognized some of the people; they were students who had come to Lia to write papers. Those students were more excited to see him than if they had seen the savior.

"Kelcha, you finished yesterday's portion, right?"

"Of course, how could I bear to let you down?"

As she spoke, Lia handed them what she had written. The group of students immediately grabbed the paper and wouldn't let go, but there were a few people among them who seemed to have ill intentions.

Ivan's expression was somewhat unpleasant: "Please, please let me go, I really can't write that 86,000-word thing..."

"But I'm going to be kicked out of the academy by my advisor!"

"Then there's no use in coming to me. Who told you to leave things until the last day to write them? I've told you not to accumulate things until the last day."

They argued fiercely, but Ria felt that this scene was not something that should happen in a detective agency, and that the student had brought so many people, clearly intending to gang up on Evans.

Poor Ivand.

After this experience, he probably won't dare to easily take on paper-writing jobs again.

This was just a minor incident. In the end, when Ivan threatened to report it to the church and the student said he would report the firm for falsifying papers, the two sides argued and couldn't reach an agreement. Ria gave each of them a Schwarz.

He told the student to go back and explain things to their advisor, and that what their advisor thought was none of Lia's business.

Anyway, he has collected the faith, and he no longer has to suffer from the headaches caused by the arguments between the two sides.

"Does this happen often?"

After the students left, Ria asked Ivand, who scratched his head and said, "It usually turns out like this when we don't get any cases."

"So what happens when you receive a case? What is detective work like?"

"We take money and do things for people. We are commissioned by our employers to follow people or collect enough evidence to prove that a person is indeed guilty, and then we can send those people to the church in a reasonable way."

Don't underestimate this profession; we can even help the police solve cases, secretly searching for secrets and investigating details.

"What's the difference between them and investigators from the Order Association?"

"Order Association?"

Ivandal didn't know why Ria suddenly mentioned the Order Association: "Of course there's a difference. They are all big shots who are hard to meet, they only solve big cases, and it is said that they only take on things related to supernatural events, unlike us."

“But I feel that this incident at the factory is already supernatural.” Ria crossed her arms.

"So this is the opportunity!" Ivand slapped his thigh.

"Let's solve the case before they arrive, gather all the evidence of that illegal factory's activities, and hand it over. They'll be amazed by my abilities, and maybe I can even join them?"

"Of course, there are also some reasons of my own."

As he spoke, Ivand tapped his leg again.

(End of this chapter)