They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 189 It's Depressed
Its tentacles secrete a deadly acid; once attacked, prey would either die or lose a layer of flesh. However, those tentacles were directly grabbed by the person in front of them.

His flesh was rapidly charring, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh, but Ivand remained unfazed and simply released the black tentacles.

"Goo?"

Little Swarth II found this person very strange, but it remembered the mission entrusted to it by Ria to deliver the letter to where it was supposed to be, so it stopped wasting time with Ivand.

Having been delayed for so long, it felt that Ria must be very anxious, so it quickly flapped its wings from the window and flew into the sky. Soon, it disappeared at the edge of the sky with the help of the house.

this day.

The Sicar family's steward received a special letter. After reading it, he burned the paper as instructed in the letter, kept the stamp, and vaguely told the lady of the house that a merchant had recently come to the city.

He said that the merchant was a magician who came to do business with the nobles with miraculous magic performances and utmost sincerity.

They were still grieving the death of their loved ones and did not want to receive the so-called unknown businessmen, but they saw an unexpected mark on the surface of the stamp.

It was a pattern with a double gear symbol drawn using ink made from crushed gold leaf. This was not drawn by Ria; it was clearly tampered with by Ivand.

However, based solely on this one sign, the lady of the house almost immediately changed her mind upon seeing it, and she did not hold the housekeeper responsible for not leaving a letter.

The lady of the house decided to trust Ria and invited him to visit her husband's family estate.

On the same day, Ria saw the long-lost Swarth II.

Number Two struggled to squeeze into the room through the crack in the window and saw that Ria was writing something but ignoring him, which made him somewhat angry.

"Aaaaaah..."

Just as it opened its mouth, Little Swarth pounced from the side, using all its strength to swat it against the wall with one wing. It pointed at Ria with its paw, then at its own mouth.

Its bulky size made it difficult for it to do the action, so after trying for a while, Little Swarth decided to point at Number Two's mouth and make it shut up.

“Look who’s back.” Ria was drawn by the commotion and turned to look at the black creature on the ground.

Has your letter been delivered?

"Goo." Number Two nodded, but at that moment, it suddenly felt that Ria didn't care about it, only about whether the letter had been delivered.

Suddenly, it became depressed.

The poor mythical creature's clone ran up to the original body, burrowed into it, and merged with it. All of its emotions and memories were also received by Little Swarth.

It blinked and nodded to Ria to indicate that the mission was complete.

However, influenced by its split personality, it saw how it was captured and locked in a cage, where any resistance was futile.

For several days, it refused to eat or drink, its mind filled with thoughts of how heartbroken its host must be without it.

In fact, Ria did worry about it, but not to that extent.

It was this contrast that made the mythical creature very unhappy.

It ran to a corner and curled up into a ball, deciding to ignore its host for ten minutes.

It was waiting for Ria to come and apologize to it.

But a minute passed and the host still hadn't come to coax it. Little Swarth looked up angrily, flew to Ria's shoulder, opened its mouth wide, and emitted a white fluorescent light from its throat.

The mythical creature prepared to bite off its host's neck, but in the next second, Ria swiftly grabbed it, forcefully snapping its neck, then threw it to the ground and crushed its skull. "Smack!!!"

The mythical creature on the ground completely transformed into a shapeless mass of feathered tentacles, the feathers trembling and making a "crackling" sound as they rubbed together.

This is not pain, but the laughter of mythical creatures.

It knew that its parents cared about it.

Now its gloomy mood has vanished, and it has become incredibly happy.

Ria smiled at it and said, "Welcome back."

After saying this, Ria returned to her seat, used a quill to draw ink from the table, and began writing holiday assignments for some lazy students.

Admittedly, they were very lazy, but these people offered a lot of money, so much that Ria couldn't refuse.

"Speaking of which, now that your clone has returned, it means the letter should have reached the group of people with the surname Sikar. If nothing unexpected happens, I will receive their formal invitation soon."

It's such an honor. Even just to repay their kindness, I should prepare some gifts in return...

Why not send some bones from extraordinary creatures instead?

No noblewoman could refuse ornaments made from their bones, and it was also claimed that powdered bone applied to the face would make one look younger.

That's what we'll do.

With a hammer in hand, Ria had already made up his mind. He had previously collected Leo Sicard's remains, and whether those remains would end up on that group's table depended entirely on their behavior.

If their reputation disgusts Ria, then the nobles' dinner that day will be Leo's roast meat with violet wine.

"I hope our deal will go smoothly. After all, this business cooperation will reflect my sincerity as the head of trade, and we absolutely cannot let the other party feel any dissatisfaction."

Ria stretched out his finger and drew a money symbol on the table. Suddenly, he frowned, feeling that his eyes had not recovered and that it was still very inconvenient for him to see things.

"How can I restore my eyes? I can't keep having my eyes split open to see things forever."

—This is extremely painful.

He seemed to be thinking, or perhaps talking to himself, that besides his original eyes, he also needed to solve the problem of meme advancement.

As meme encoding changes, the tests of extraordinary will become increasingly rigorous, meaning the path of deduction will become increasingly difficult.

Losing one's original perspective in such a deteriorating situation and resorting to a new, unfamiliar one can easily put Ria at a disadvantage.

"But this may not be a bad thing."

Lia tied the black cloth back around her face: "Being blind can lower the guard of those nobles, and I can take the opportunity to achieve some of my own goals."

"That's how it's decided, but I feel like I've forgotten something."

He carefully sorted through his memories, and after a moment, the young man remembered that he had a detective friend in prison who needed to be bailed out.

"Although they only said they would lock him up for a week, he might develop problems if he's cooped up for a week. Besides, he hasn't been paid yet... I'd better go check on him."

(End of this chapter)