They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 266 Wish you good luck
James and Evans' decision to leave it alone for the time being was probably partly due to this factor, but on another level, people are advocating that only higher life forms possess consciousness.

Little Swarth possesses thought, and mythical creatures have the potential to become great beings, but most of those so-called deities have lost their own thoughts and become manifestations of rules and order.

"Your existence is truly contradictory, and I wonder what the future holds."

Ria casually took off her long coat and covered it with the blanket, so little Swarth had to go to sleep since he couldn't see anything.

"Gurgle..." It tried to peek out from the edge of its coat, but after many attempts it failed, and finally it could only drift off into a new round of sleep.

Seeing this, Melfas smiled and said, "You two are really on good terms. This is the first time I've ever seen such a docile supernatural being. If they were all this good-natured, we wouldn't have to be so wary of them."

"It wasn't like this before. If it had been an ordinary person as its host, that person would probably have died that very day."

In a sense, the polluters' physical condition is a blessing in disguise.

"It seems everyone has a different perspective on illness. If you had another chance, would you still want to get contamination disease?"

“No,” Ria replied without hesitation.

"Jingle Bell--"

After an unknown amount of time, the train successfully arrived at the station, and the passengers who got off at North Adeline disembarked with their luggage.

"Be careful, you have to be extremely vigilant after you get off the bus. This place is not as safe as South Adeline. Be careful if you encounter polluters who are not disorderers, as we are enemies."

The blond-haired Melfas opened his bundle, grabbed a piece of cloth, and with a gentle shake, a green cloak unfolded and he casually draped it over his shoulders, completely concealing his figure.

"Of course I'm not talking about you, Shafi's father, but you're being too ostentatious. You should try to be more low-key."

"Also, be careful of some indigenous people. They still practice witch hunts. Although they don't pose much of a threat, they are still quite unpleasant to look at."

"understood."

Everyone nodded in agreement; they decided to act together, except for Ria, of course.

Lia said she would try to figure out a way to portray the werewolf, and also go to the beach to collect some extraordinary local products.

Most importantly, he believed he had to take the initiative and nip certain dangers in the bud, such as the person who suddenly lost his facial features and ran off the train.

"As a hunter, I'm off to capture a clone of some filthy thing. See you in Sahiriel Street in a few days."

After saying that, Ria put the little Swarth back into her body, quickly put on her coat and top hat, picked up her cane and rushed out of the carriage.

The lessons he had learned from the previous visits had reminded him that the right thing to do upon arriving at a new place was to kill Hephaestus's clones first.

If they are allowed to roam freely, these people will cause trouble in all sorts of unexpected ways.

So this time, as soon as the train stopped, Ria said goodbye to everyone and chased after it, not worried about any trap—because there definitely was one anyway.

At the North Adeline station, investigators were still checking passersby for supernatural abilities, but due to economic factors or the upcoming tea party, the checks weren't as rigorous as in South Adeline. However, in a short time, they still managed to detain a few clueless polluters who didn't know how to hide, as well as a supernatural being disguised as a human.

As Ria watched her target blend into the crowd and pass the investigator's check, the investigator suddenly pointed at Ria and shouted, "This... person is a disorderly individual!"
Before he could finish speaking, Lia raised her voice: "How come this person has no facial features? I just saw that he has no face!"

No face!!?
Upon hearing this, everyone present—the investigators, the patients, and even the members of the underground church—looked in that direction. Before anyone else could react, Ria grabbed the man's shoulder and used tiny tentacles to destroy his vocal organs.

After doing all this, when no one was paying attention, Ria reached into the target's arms and stole the money. She weighed it in her hand, then, taking advantage of the chaos, blended into the shadows and left the scene.

The next second, he appeared in a corner outside the station, and after he stabbed a faceless mink in the corner with his cane, his mood immediately improved.

"Lord, I was just eating mice here, what did I do wrong..."

The sable writhed in agony, but no matter what it did, it couldn't escape from under the cane.

"There's something very wrong with you being able to speak right now."

Ria squatted down and pointed to the half-eaten rat carcass on the ground: "So you care so much about rats? As a businessman, I have principles. Your companion just paid for it, so I can give you this rat now..."

As she spoke, Ria suddenly gave a mocking laugh: "Your head."

With a "snap," the carcass of a rat was suddenly forced into the mink's head, violently bursting its already fragile brain tissue. It then died completely, and Ria took its body and sold it to a fur enthusiast nearby.

In addition, its meat was sold by Ria to barbecue stalls.

“Money really does bring the most peace of mind.” Ria solemnly took off her hat and carefully placed the coins inside as if they were precious treasures. With the magician’s abilities, the hat could not possibly be filled with money; it was hidden somewhere else.

In the following time, he continued to search for the new believers of the White Mask Church based on his intuition. However, the longer it went on, the harder it became to find these people, but Lia was not in a hurry.

In any case, he only killed a few believers to relieve his boredom.

Now people are being killed, and their value is being squeezed dry. For example, just now, someone was sold directly to a farmer who came to North Edlin to do fruit business. The farmer was determined to throw this person into a watermelon field to grow watermelons.

“…Good luck.” Ria shouted as he watched the man with no facial features disappear, while the farmer knocked him unconscious with a jar to quiet him down.

"Haha, you don't know, right now the farm is short-staffed. After all, my wife and I are not enough to take care of so many fruits and vegetables."

If you have any other candidates, you can sell them to me.

"I will consider."

"Lord of Trade, please take care of me and look after my poor business. I've been traveling far from home in North Adeline for so long that I'm covered in that damned smell of the sea, or to put it bluntly, the smell of fish."

Look, my skin is several shades redder.

(End of this chapter)