They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 256 Gender Discrimination
After glancing at the note, James asked Ria what it said.

Ria thought for a moment: "Lady Ilint told you to be careful of Bruna. She's going to a tea party soon, and the plague doctor, having nothing to do, might come looking for trouble for you."

"...I almost forgot if you hadn't reminded me. They moved the tea party earlier, giving all the witches, memes, and disordered plague doctors a few days off, which is a great thing for them."

"Is that a good thing for you?"

"What a load of rubbish! I have grudges against many epidemic doctors. They'll come and beat me up whenever they have a chance, even though they're no match for me based on results alone."

"What did you do to them?" When this was mentioned, Lia became interested, but James waved his hand, looking like he didn't want to talk about it at all.

“I’ve only eaten their meat a few times. They’re all so stingy. It has that sour, rotten smell. I wouldn’t even eat it if they gave it to me for free. Do they really think I care so much about their taste? I work so hard. What’s wrong with me tasting my colleagues’ meat?”

After saying that, James felt that Ria's gaze towards him had become strange.

"I'm only saying this to you because I don't consider you an outsider!"

James was trying to explain when there was a knock at the door. Ria turned to open it and found several unfamiliar doctors with beaks standing outside.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ria Kelcha?"

"it's me."

"We'd like to ask if James is here."

At that moment, Ria knew that the people seeking revenge had arrived, while James frantically hinted to Ria from behind that he was not there. Just then, a tentacle appeared beside him, beckoning. James silently handed the tentacle a few pieces of paper.

The tentacles retracted instantly.

"He's not here; I haven't seen him in a long time."

“Alright, excuse me, Mr. Kelcha.”

The doctors vanished instantly, and James breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, they all followed the rules and didn't randomly check the residences of those who were disorderly. Hahaha, what can they do to me if I don't go out?"

"Why are those people looking for you so early? Isn't the tea party still some time away?"

"We need to give patients time to set off, right? Apart from some doctors who dote on their little witches and don't feel comfortable letting their patients travel far, who would follow their patients around every day?"

They're not little kids; they need their parents to pick them up and drop them off when they travel to another city. Of course, I remember some of them were very young, who got into Clembea University at less than ten years old.

Without extraordinary memory and perfect analytical learning ability, one simply cannot remember the types and proportions of experimental materials for the witch's potions, and thus, the story of the witch would be impossible.

Even if Ilint becomes forgetful due to some kind of curse, she still has a way of remembering the complete sequence of potions.

When a group of witches gather, the entire Endlers awaits the outcome of their meeting, making the location of each meeting a hot topic of discussion within the supernatural community.

There is never a shortage of people who want to infiltrate, but their fate is often tragic.

"Kelcha, aren't you tempted? Just imagine a group of beautiful and charming ladies gathered together, as eye-catching as blooming roses."

The ladies would dress up meticulously for the tea party, wearing their most beautiful gowns and elegantly seated on white bar stools, sipping tea and chatting, topped with witch's hats. "But at least half of them are men."

"That's sexism. We've had over thirty different gender identities for hundreds of years, and you still hold onto such outdated ideas."

“I am allergic to more than 30 genders, just like meat-eaters are allergic to vegetarians. If you force me to accept this, isn’t that a form of discrimination? Moreover, I think that having only 30-odd genders is unfair to other genders, and I suggest adding several hundred more.”

"First of all, I believe that each letter can be considered a gender on its own—"

"..." James knew that Ria was joking, but he was still speechless.

"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you. Anyway, I don't know anyone who's been to a tea party, so who knows what it's like inside? It's just so-so. I don't want to go at all. What's the difference between listening to that stuff and listening to a university professor lecture?"

That being said, James' clenched fingers still betrayed the fact that he had a twisted mind.

"It's just a pity for those witches. They spent days discussing and came up with a little bit about the natural disaster, but they didn't know that you had already obtained the contents of the fifth book of Revelation."

"If we offer these things in exchange for them..."

As the plague doctor spoke, he chuckled to himself. Ria felt that there was some truth to what he said, but it would be best to wait until the witches gave their meeting results before deciding whether to make a deal.

The copies of Revelation contain content whose origins and compilations are unknown. While they cannot be said to be entirely false, they have certainly been altered in many ways.

To make a trade, you must observe the market carefully, test the waters before casting your net, and never rush to throw something into the water just because you have something good today, and then sit and wait for a big catch.

A competent businessman would never do something so foolish.

"Anyway, their tea party has nothing to do with us. I'd better think about how to portray the werewolf first..."

As he spoke, Ria casually put the letter in his pocket, but suddenly he found a letter inside.

The young man pulled his hand away as if he had been electrocuted, and found that the letter was neatly written with the words "Invitation to the Tea Party" and "Invitee: Professor Ria Kelcha".

In an instant, James and Ria fell into an endless silence.

"professor!?"

……

"Miss, we have obtained your items, and the other reagents in the laboratory have been arranged in order according to their elements."

In the garden, Prare smiled and handed the liquid materials he had brought from the laboratory to Leilana, who took them one by one and placed them on the test tube rack on the ground.

Next, she began the crucial part of the experiment: mixing the ingredients over an alcohol lamp, adding different reagents at different temperatures, and finally, using a glass tube to stir the liquid thoroughly before extinguishing the alcohol lamp and allowing the liquid to cool.

"Today's potion can be used to cultivate seven-colored roses. I've always wanted to see what a flower would look like as it gradually changes color from the calyx to the petals... Please, this time it has to be successful, otherwise all my flowers will be ruined and I'll have to start all over again."

Leilana prayed to the flowers before her, addressing every god imaginable, and then carefully poured the newly made potion into the soil as if it were a precious treasure.

She used her extraordinary abilities to maintain a sterile environment for preparing medicines. As a person who has been meticulous since childhood, she did not neglect hygiene like others.

(End of this chapter)