They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 260 really can't be sold anymore.

“You know, I don’t have much stock, and the raw materials for these things are not common; they are very rare.”

“Those are not problems. I can buy them for ten silver coins per bottle. I don’t need all of them, just give me some.”

"But can't we still buy more at the tea party?"

"No, no, you don't understand. Witch memes love to study the raw materials of all kinds of things and improve them. I got these things before them, so I can research more things. Moreover, I can feel that it can indeed restore the activity of skin cells."

Haven't you considered applying for a patent?

"Being a member of the disorder group is not a good fit for applying for any patents, and these things are hard for anyone but us to get our hands on."

“Tsk tsk, what a pity…” Melfas shook his head, then raised the price by five silver coins. “I can sense that its raw materials are related to extraordinary creatures, so they are worth this price.”

However, they still have shortcomings, and I need more research material to improve them. I can't let other witches steal this opportunity.

Ria continued, troubled: "We really can't sell any more."

"twenty."

"Can……"

"forty."

"no……"

"Eighty, that's the highest I can go, or I'll run out of money."

"Ok."

Ria sighed with some regret: "Although I'm very reluctant to see you go, I can see that you are really interested in studying these things, and I'm starting to look at witches in a new light."

Here are fifty bottles of the finished product; I'll sell them all to you. As for the new ones, I'll have to work overtime to make them fresh, otherwise I won't be able to explain them to those ladies.

"Thank you so much! I'll let you know as soon as I figure out how to improve it. This is such a great thing, everyone should try it."

Melfas watched with excitement as Ria pulled a bunch of bottles out of the shadows, wondering what kind of ability Ria possessed, but since Ria wouldn't say, he didn't press the matter.

"Speaking of which, I've been wanting to ask you this since just now: what is that black creature next to you?"

"This?" Ria looked at the little Swarth, who was clinging to her leg with its eyes half-open, seemingly half-asleep, and gently closed its eyes.

"It's just a harmless supernatural being, and I think it's quite interesting to keep it around, so I'll leave it there."

"Your courage is admirable. This is the first time I have ever seen someone keep a supernatural being as a pet."

"It's not a pet, it's my own child."

"ah!!?"

"just kidding."

"..."

Melfas was somewhat taken aback by these words, but given how difficult the patients' lives had been, it was normal for them to sometimes become mentally unstable and talk nonsense. He could understand and respect that.

Anyway, there are sorcerers who treat tables and chairs like family members and paper scraps like wives every day, so Ria's behavior is nothing special among the patients.

Melfas watched as the young man settled the dark mass. It yawned, and while it opened its mouth, Ria stuffed all the food from the plate into it.

Little Swarth swallowed his food and then went back to sleep.

“We can continue our conversation now, Ms. Melfas.”

"Actually, I'm still not quite used to being called 'Lady'." Melfas covered her forehead, rejecting the title from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't you carry witch memes?"

"Yes, these things are a long story, so I'll just keep it short."

This story begins on the day I was born. I was born into a family of magicians—”

"Isn't this a little too early...?"

"Since the journey is boring anyway, I might as well listen to my story."

Melfas shifted his gaze to the pointed hat on the table in front of him, his thoughts wandering.

"You should have heard that humans cannot acquire supernatural abilities unless they use mysterious items or become contaminants."

Ria nodded.

“I think these are like some kind of curse, because in my family, when my grandfather talked about our ancestors, he mentioned magic, and no one has ever seen magic.”

But my grandfather said that long ago, people used certain runes and spells to successfully communicate with those elemental powers, and that might be the earliest supernatural ability that humans could master.

Back then, abilities weren't as dangerous or prone to causing pollution accumulation as they are now, and "extraordinary" wasn't a derogatory term.

Long ago, people lived in harmony with all sorts of incredible creatures, but then something happened that caused all of these creatures to be corrupted, mutate and kill each other, and then disappear from the world we live in, becoming completely extinct.

Since then, they have become creatures that only appear in myths and legends, but those myths later became dark myths, in which their appearance always signifies misfortune, disaster, destruction, and natural calamities.

“…” Ria remained silent.

"As the seventeenth generation inheritor of the magician lineage, I naturally bear the responsibility of reviving the extraordinary and continuing the family line. But who would have thought that my first meme was a magician? That wouldn't have been a problem, but a witch meme also appeared with it."

In other words, the extraordinary directly recognized and endowed me with two memes the moment I became a disordered person.

My doctor said this was unprecedented, but I felt utterly miserable.

"Our family's fortunes have been ruined with me this generation. What girl would like a male [witch]?! Even lesbians wouldn't give me a second glance when looking for a partner. I can't find a man... I'm going crazy."

As he spoke, Melfas was on the verge of tears. What was a tremendous opportunity for other patients turned into a tremendous misfortune for him. Moreover, he couldn't tell his family about his special condition. In a fit of anger, he ran away from home and then met his beaked doctor.

"Epidemic doctors are not women either..."

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever actually seen a female plague doctor."

Ria began to think again, and couldn't help but recall what Steyr had said before.

The doctor who treated the epidemic may be the same person.

But is this really possible?

"Could it be that because I've looked like a girl since I was little, and I like to study spells and potions every day, that the supernatural beings think I'm playing the role of a witch?"

Melfas felt increasingly frustrated. Just then, a passenger in front of him turned around and looked at him. He was tall and imposing, with strong, muscular muscles, a full beard, and a long scar running across half of his face around his eye.

Logically speaking, this person was nothing special, but both Ria and Melfas froze in shock.

Because, in addition to the above description, this person was wearing a daring and revealing short skirt, with extremely bright and flamboyant lip gloss, and eyelashes that were almost curled to the sky.

"Don't feel wronged. Look, I haven't said anything."

His 13-centimeter high heels gave the two people behind him a great deal of mental shock and disbelief.

(End of this chapter)