They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 281 The Beginning of the Tea Party

Perhaps this is all thanks to Lia's appearance. For front desk workers, their faces are often the face of the store, so this job usually requires a certain appearance.

At the very least, one needs to have regular facial features, be polite, and not always have a stern face as if someone owes them two million gold coins.

Lia can perfectly avoid all the mistakes that should not be made during recruitment. Even without supernatural abilities, he is also a good actor. In the past few days, he has managed to portray himself as a chatterbox who can chat with everyone even when he is mixing drinks.

The drunkards in the tavern often start playing gambling games after getting drunk, and in such cases, Ria is naturally happy to play with them.

Seeing those people who have lost everything except their underwear, yet still stubbornly insist on gambling, would make anyone happy all day.

"To be honest, Mr. Persegger, I have enjoyed my work very much during this time."

“I can tell you’re someone who loves your work, so you’re here to…”

"Resign."

Lia said sincerely, “Life should include poetry and distant places in addition to work. It shouldn’t be wasted on a monotonous and boring job and a boss who doesn’t seem to care about paying wages. Of course, I’m not talking about you. You are a pretty good boss.”

"What did you say?" Persegger's right eyelid twitched incessantly for some unknown reason.

“I think I should make it very clear that I want to resign, and I also want my wages for these days. According to Endeleur law, you should give me the compensation I am entitled to.”

"Money? You still want money from me? Do you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please?"
"You can leave, but you need to finish all your work for this month until you hand over your duties to the next person. During that time, I won't give you another Schwarz!"

"Young people these days quit their jobs so easily. Do you treat your jobs like your home?"

The man glared at Ria, but Ria maintained her polite smile: "Yes, thank you for reminding me. I've always considered my workplace as my home."

Three seconds later, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "From now on, you'll be the bartender, and I'll be the manager here—"

By the way, you need to experience what it feels like to not get paid this month and have all your wages delayed until later this month.

"Oh, and give me my due payment."

"Do not……"

Persegg stared tremblingly at the group of golden eyes that shouldn't exist, stiffly accepting the bag of coins handed to him by Ria, which also meant throwing his own tavern out.

"May the Lord of Trade protect you."

Ria shook hands with him and wished him a good day at work, and found a substitute manager to oversee the tavern while she was away.

After doing all that, the young man left without any hesitation, taking with him the bag of coins he had handed over.

"Making money is really not an easy thing."

Even though Ria no longer has to go hungry because of lack of money, he still has to sigh about how hard it is to make money. The black market memes' need for money is like a bottomless pit, and the money he has now is not enough to fill it.

He worked hard but couldn't satisfy the capitalists' appetites, and they even wanted to deduct his wages to make him free labor... The two things are surprisingly similar in some ways.

In order to avoid being exploited, people often have no choice but to become the exploiters, but most people are not so lucky. People are born unequal.

"Whose fault is this?"

Lia walked along the bustling street with her cane, surrounded by a constant stream of noise. Some people were arguing, some were chasing each other with knives and shouting, and some were beating their own children on the street, scolding them for being useless and unable to make money.

As the young man walked, his steps gradually came to a halt. He had made transactions with most of the people in the town over the past few days, and at some point they suddenly stopped what they were doing, turned to face Ria, and began to praise his name.

“Praise the trade.” Ria waved her hand and shook her head: “Never mind, it’s definitely not my fault.”

"All of you who have nothing better to do could buy some books and go to school; that's better than hacking people to pieces in the street..."

The young man left after saying those words, and people watched him go. After he was completely gone, everyone suddenly realized what had happened.

Someone threw down their machete, grabbed a book from the bookstall, and started throwing it at people.

If Ria saw this scene, she would probably understand even more deeply that the ignorance of some people is indeed intractable, and changing it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

However, some children happily returned home with the books their parents bought for them, and for the first time had aspirations for their future.

……

A few days later, Sahir Street.

The entire street was closed off that day, and the road was eerily quiet. Dark clouds lingered in the sky, and even the faint rumble of thunder could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared at the end of the street. This person was wearing a linen cloak, and the wide hood covered her face. No one knew who this person was, but she was on her way to her destination.

Gradually, more and more people wearing cloaks appeared on both sides of the street. They gathered here and stopped in front of a building.

The building was not large, and the bricks on both sides were covered with moss and some kind of climbing vine. From time to time, a harsh sound of wind blowing through the broken glass windows could be heard, rustling something inside.

All of this was undoubtedly unsettling, but everyone stood patiently in front of the door.

They silently counted to fifteen in their minds, and when the number finally reached fifteen, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was wearing a white cloak, and their face was also obscured.

"come in."

The man left his words and then turned and walked into the building.

As if receiving some kind of instruction, the people outside stepped into the building. However, one person screamed as he approached, struggled, collapsed to the ground, and turned into a water stain.

The others, seeing this, did not react much, but simply sighed and continued on their way.

"Another person trying to get away with it."

"The defense measures this time are much stricter than in previous years. I don't know if it will be a good thing or a bad thing."

"It should be... a good thing."

People entered the courtyard through the gate, which was also dilapidated. The ground was covered with tables and chairs crawling with cobwebs and dust, and there were even moldy food and the bones of rats and frogs mixed on them.

"Please take a seat."

The woman in the white cloak appeared on the second-floor balcony. Ignoring the dust on the railing, she sat directly on it, facing everyone, and gently swept away the fallen leaves at the bottom with an unopened parasol.

The leaf twirled as it fell from the second floor into the courtyard, and the person upstairs chuckled softly, the sound not loud, but clear enough for everyone to hear.

"We don't have enough funds this time, so we chose this location. I hope no one will mind, right?"

(End of this chapter)