They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 193 You are unknowable

How did you find me here?

“I smell decay, like someone’s toilet has been clogged for a month without being flushed,” Ria said, casually tossing the food to the mythical creature whose wings were so thick they were almost blurring out afterimages.

“Oh, Kelcha, you still speak so rudely. I loathe every word you utter.”

In the corner, the bird-beaked doctor, whose glasses gleamed coldly, gradually came into view. He threw away the tentacles in his hand and discovered that part of his glove had been corroded.

"Not bad, your little pet has made some progress. I believe it won't be long before it can swallow you whole."

"Before that, you'll watch me jump into the sea with this year's salary. Are you interested in taking a pirate ship to search for treasure on the high seas?"

"..." James stopped arguing with Ria. "When are you going to pay me my salary?"

"Yes, that's a problem."

Lia stroked her chin: "I really want to give you the money, but it's not something I can decide. I'm trying to make it happen."

Of course, I'm not refusing to pay you; I've never said I'm someone who doesn't pay salaries. But this is a matter that needs serious discussion and practical handling. I believe we'll soon reach a reasonable answer.

By the way, what are you doing here?

"Of course I was invited by Miss Favreaulin and was going to the banquet to see her. You don't know Kelcha, she's a real stunner."

James was unaware that Ria had changed the subject.

"You called her 'Miss'?"

"Can't you?"

How old are you now?

"Hehehe, you want to know... I won't tell you. Due to the influence of extraordinary factors, your thirst for knowledge has greatly increased. You must be very anxious now that you can't get the answer!"

Don't be fooled by your lack of reaction now. Others may not understand, but I certainly do.

Lia looked at him coldly, mentally drawing a blood-red line across James's salary for the next three months.

James is completely oblivious to the seriousness of the situation and continues to ramble on about things that are irrelevant to Lia.

"Favorine Matisse was a shining star in Adeline back then, her beauty was enough to make any man fall at her feet."

Back then, whenever Favreaurin went out, she would always wear her most gorgeous dress and a veiled hat with beautifully curved feathers, enough to cause a traffic jam on the street.

"It's just a pity..." James chuckled twice.

"What are you regretting?"

"It's a pity that she later married Viscount Sicar, who was a useless fellow. With her beauty, if the king had just glanced at her, she might very well be the queen now."

"Is she really that beautiful?" Ria was now also a little curious. He wasn't interested in the widow, but simply wanted to see what Favreaurin, whom Ivan and James had described in this way, would look like.

“You’ll know once you see it. Trust me, you won’t regret it.” James’s smile became increasingly meaningful.

"We can go to the banquet two days from now, and I can also help you avoid trouble from those people in the Order."

But you can't stay next to me inside the banquet; I don't want people to think I already have a son.

"Where does your confidence come from? Tell me what your advantage is compared to other 'bird-beaked' doctors—it's nothing except that you're rounder than them."

"Hehe, roundness is also a kind of beauty. By the way, you look like a nouveau riche. I hope you can offer them enough on that day, and don't let the gilded decorations peel off, otherwise it will cause big problems."

"I'm really looking forward to the meeting between the black marketeer and those misers."

James burst into laughter, and as he laughed, he vanished into black mist once more.

Lia was already used to his habit of suddenly appearing and disappearing. He turned around, opened the doors and windows to let in some fresh air, took a few deep breaths, and began to calculate how much Dr. Birdbeak's monthly salary was.

"On average, that's about 187 gold coins a month. This is just a figure. Layton told me that I need to tell him in my dream exactly how much this figure should become."

"But the key is that I can't dream about him, which is why James is so confident. But isn't he afraid that one day I might actually dream about their National Health Commission?"

That night, Ria still didn't dream of Layton, but he dreamed that he was in a zoo, holding a balloon in his hand.

In the cage before me was a lion. Upon closer inspection, it had no face; its face was completely black. Blue and gold shackles bound its upper body together, and behind the lion were a pair of tattered wings covered in dust and holes.

This was the true form of the Faceless God, but He no longer possessed the oppressive aura of before. He simply stared silently at Ria. After a moment of mutual gazing, cracks appeared on His surface, and He shattered like a mirror.

These fragments fell to the ground and turned into real mirror shards, and Ria saw in the mirror's reflection what the "balloon" she was holding was.

It was a blood-red thread, and as Ria's gaze followed its trajectory slowly upwards, a pair of hands suddenly covered Ria's eyes from behind.

A voice told Ria not to look up. To prevent him from hurting himself by looking at random things, the hands inserted their fingers into the young man's eye sockets. The fingers gradually turned into tentacles and completely destroyed the eyes. Blood mixed with physiological tears immediately flowed from under Ria's eyelids.

Now... is not... the time for you to know... Omniscience... is the greatest... curse.

"who are you?"

Lia calmly asked the voice who it was, but no one responded to him.

Once his eyes were completely destroyed, his hands left on their own, and Ria stood there, his face covered in blood, staring blankly at the sky.

No one will tell him what happened, what he should know, and what he shouldn't know.

His thirst for knowledge gradually tormented his spirit, but it was as if the extraordinary was playing a joke on him, as if telling him directly—you want to know everything, but you can know nothing.

“A troublesome ability.” Ria tried reaching out a hand upwards and found that she could actually touch something as soft as silk.

He remained in that position until the threads gradually collapsed downwards, and it seemed as if some crawling creatures were making rustling sounds nearby.

A furry creature stretched out its long limbs and crawled onto Ria's face, trying to crawl into his eye sockets. Ria tried to move but found himself completely entangled in the threads and unable to move on his own.

(End of this chapter)