They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 229 I feel somewhat uneasy

This may not be very effective, but it's better than nothing.

At the very least, that guy will become mentally unstable and confused for a few weeks because of this pollution, making him much easier to deal with.

The side effect is that this state is not continuous, and Ivand is currently unable to control when it occurs.

“Turn around, Johnson.”

Ivandal turned Ria around and tore a piece of paper from his back.

It was a red admission ticket, which had appeared there at some unknown time, and it was a clear provocation to Ivand.

"Anyone targeted by this thing will be plagued by bad luck for the next month if they break their promise. It's really in line with their style to come up with the idea of ​​using the mysterious item 'misfortune paper' to make admission tickets."

The circus produced many tickets to distribute, and even if Ria managed to get rid of one through a sacrifice, many more would follow.

The price of using doom confetti is bones. Circuses are never short of people, and those grotesquely deformed "animals" are the best proof of that.

"Are we going?"

Ria looked at the ticket: "It's not just us. If Bucklowe is going to put on a grand circus show, he will definitely invite more audience members. These audience members must be of noble status, at least upper-middle class, to be eligible for this ticket."

Externally, this item would be highly regarded by the nobility, who would claim it was priceless, thus allowing them to rake in a large sum to fund their circus performances.

"You're quite good at deducing... You guessed right, they will indeed act this way."

Ivand handed the admission ticket to Ria: "The misfortune of the 'misfortune paper' is fatal. Even patients probably don't want to be hit by a car and turned into mincemeat as soon as they step out the door, and then be run over for a month, unable to live or die."

I'll go with you, and we can see what that so-called commander is really up to."

"But there is only one admission ticket."

"Why bother with all this trouble? You can just grab one at the event."

Bucklowe had no intention of giving Ivand an admission ticket, clearly indicating that he was not welcome, but if Ivand wanted to sneak in, there were really few people who could stop him.

And so the matter was settled. The date on the admission ticket indicated that the performance would take place two days later. During this time, Ria continued to study her extraordinary abilities.

He discovered that his tentacles were shared with Little Swaal, and that he could also exude strong acid like it. For example, if Ria held a Swaal coin in his hand, it could be corroded and recast into a sharp weapon.

If used properly, this method can kill without leaving a trace. After all, who would guard against a small coin? But when Lia looked at this thing, she always felt a pang of pain in her heart, as if she had seen her most important thing destroyed.

"Is this thing that important to me?"

After enduring the discomfort with his eyes open, Ria felt his symptoms had eased considerably. He experimented with a rubber jar, filling it with coins, and then stared intently at the jar.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang".

The jar was pierced by coins that suddenly turned into countless steel needles inside, and the coins, still covered in residual acid, corroded its surface completely.

"It's really amazing how these meme abilities can be combined."

As she spoke, Ria used her tentacles to pick up the steel needles, stuffed them into her hat, and shook them a few times. They transformed back into their original coin shapes. "Awooo!" Little Swarth clapped its paws nearby, opened its mouth, and spat out a golden object from its throat, handing it to Ria. Ria took it and discovered it was a gold coin.

"Keep this. We're not so rich that we can use gold coins to perform magic tricks."

Ria took the gold coin and examined it for a moment, feeling a surprising improvement in her mood.

He polished the gold coin until it shone, then put it back into little Swarth's throat.

"Although the gold coin is very important, and we only have this one lucky gold coin right now, this is just the beginning."

"When you're rich in the future, maybe you can sleep on a mountain of gold... wait, is saying a mountain of gold a bit of an exaggeration?"

A gold coin may not seem like much, but it represents a hundred silver coins, ten thousand levoirs, or a million swarths.

It was something that many people from the lower classes could never see in their entire lives. While many were still struggling to earn a few more Schwarz coins, the nobles could already spend lavishly on their entertainment.

The performance fee for a circus can reach several hundred gold coins, which is probably a reflection of the gap between the rich and the poor.

"Joining the circus is indeed a good way to make money, but I can't just go along with those lunatics. If possible, let's rescue those poor patients instead."

Ria gently patted little Swarth's head and smiled very gently: "Then slice their leader's flesh into countless pieces and hang them on the streetlights like pine cones to dry and feed to maggots."

“I believe Mr. Bucklowe would be comforted to hear this, after all, his family has been well taken care of.”

"Coo coo coo!" Little Swarth stretched out his tentacles, wrapped them around Ria's hand, moved the hand to his head, and then rubbed it against his head.

Ria also felt something sharp on the side of its head, somewhat like a horn. Its feathers looked soft at first glance, but the base of them had hardened. Every now and then, she could feel the eyes twitching inside but not yet open.

"I don't know what will happen when I go to watch the performance. To be honest, I'm a little uneasy. I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen."

As he spoke, he took off his glasses, and his vision returned to darkness, but the golden eyes on his face opened automatically.

From their perspective, Ria saw that the Swarth before her was a black, double image covered with golden eyes, with blurry tentacles occasionally twitching at the edges.

Those golden eyes, with their crimson irises, stared unblinkingly at Ria, their eyes filled with undisguised affection and longing for him.

Just as Ria was observing it, another bird suddenly flew by.

This bird looks like a raven, but it is so large that it is almost obese, making one wonder if it can fly.

The raven simply stared at Ria with a strange look, remaining silent. After a moment, he transformed into a human, still obese, dressed in a long robe, and wearing a leather bird-beak mask on his face.

"you are?"

Lia put her glasses back on and looked at him. The man sighed and shook his head: "Who I am is not important. It's just that sometimes I really can't figure out what you're thinking."

"Since you're actually going to watch that kind of circus performance, I can only wait and see how you react when you take down Bucklowe."

(End of this chapter)