They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 289 The First Knight

Of all those present, who could be called "kind"? They were all just a group of villains in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Of course, that doesn't apply to Ria; you're the kindest person I've ever met."

Hephaestus's sudden remark left everyone bewildered, as they had no idea what the true nature of the person praised as "kind" was.

Ria glanced at him: "Well, thank you for the compliment."

It is perfectly normal for believers to worship God, but when the believer is Hephaestus, it becomes strange. This strangeness makes Ria feel uncomfortable, so he plans to find some time later to extort some money as compensation for his mental distress.

"The person you're possessing claims to be an apostle, so does he know where the first knight is?"

Why don't you suspect that this person is the Plague Knight?

“It’s obviously impossible.” Ria raised his gun again, aimed at the man’s head, and pulled the trigger. A large hole appeared in Hephaestus’s head.

Blood gushed from his head.

"They're as ruthless as ever."

Hephaestus wiped his forehead, and what he saw was a shocking crimson.

“You see, based on this alone, you can’t possibly be the Plague Knight.”

As he spoke, Ria casually shoved the gun into little Swarth's mouth, as if he hadn't just done it.

The witches were also shocked by Ria's actions. They did not expect Ria to attack Hephaestus again, and Hephaestus's clone had not shown any anger.

They watched as Ria found a place to sit down and poured herself a cup of hot tea: "Everyone, please don't be so formal. A tea party should be a happy occasion. Miss Felicity, you can continue the tea party now..."

"Of course!"

Leilana couldn't wait to start her tea party plan. It didn't matter to her whether the participants were friends or foes; the plan was something she had to go through.

"It's been so long since I've had a reunion with so many friends. I hope we can all get along well. Now, please put aside any unnecessary worries and enjoy the happiness of this gathering."

As she spoke, she watched as everyone took their seats, took out the potion ingredients they had accumulated and placed them on the table, and then looked for trading partners among themselves.

During this time, everyone tried their best to ignore Hephaestus.

Melfas and Safiel found Ria, they had so many questions to ask him, and Ria was happy to share his story with them.

"You said your name was Ria Hephaestus not long ago, but you seemed to be at odds with that clone over there, so you must have been joking just now, right?"

"Doesn't my portrayal of Hephaestus look like him? I've been acting very seriously."

Melfas: "Hahahaha, I knew it! How could you possibly associate with those things? But friend, it's best not to play along with them. It's too risky!"
Who knows what those bastards will do next?

"By the way, I brought some new magic potions this time. After drinking them, your hair will stay clean and new for ten days without needing to wash it. Are you interested, friend?"

After hearing about the potion's effects, Ria remained silent for a moment, then suggested that Melfas sell the potion to the students who were still staying at the school.

"This stuff might sell like hotcakes among students, but what are its side effects?"

"Ten days later, my hair quality deteriorated and I experienced significant hair loss."

“I take back what I just said. Probably not many people will need this stuff.” “Goo.” Little Swarth gurgled and jumped onto the table, staring curiously at the strange potions. Then he turned to look at Hephaestus, who was being ostracized by everyone on the other side.

That person ran to the corner looking for mushrooms like a real lunatic. Perhaps Hephaestus's consciousness got bored and left.

"Safir, how's your new potion making going?"

Melfas asked Saphir, but the little girl shook her head: "Potions can't be made just because you want to. The phenomenon of succeeding by randomly adding ingredients is just an exception."

"I see. Kelcha, have you collected the raw materials yet?" Melfas was a restless person, and he always liked to ask questions.

Ria nodded: "I made some extra to sell. To get the raw materials, Swarth and I went to the Gotti coast to catch mermaids."

Wow! What do real mermaids look like? Are they beautiful?

"...How should I describe it?"

Lia was somewhat at a loss for words: "It really depends on personal aesthetics. Most extraordinary creatures have bizarre appearances. Personally, I still appreciate creatures with human heads on the top and fish heads on the bottom."

"Your aesthetic sense is quite unique."

"There are many people with strange appearances, but isn't it also a kind of perfection to be so strange as to be refreshing and unique?"

Ria didn't want to discuss mermaids too much. Instead, he started introducing his new product to Melfas and the others, which sparked the interest of many of them.

They were curious about Ria's identity, and of course, about what he brought, especially after Ria said that these things could slow down the aging of skin cells and keep them young forever, which made them even more crazy.

Most witches love beauty, so selling these things to them is sure to be a good idea. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had sold out everything that Ria had brought.

The bag, brimming with coins, was placed on the table.

Lia picked up the money bag, felt its weight, and contentedly stuffed it into the mythical creature's wide-open mouth.

The witches were sharing their potions and experiences, or the food they had made themselves. Irint also gave everyone at Lia's table a serving of baked cookies. She was generous and gave cookies to everyone, afraid that no one would go hungry.

Of course, the person picking mushrooms in the corner won't have anyone to share anything with.

People loathe Hephaestus, and sparing his life is already the greatest act of tolerance.

"Pitiful."

Lia sighed, but it was hard to say whether there was any genuine emotion in her sigh.

The atmosphere at tea parties is much better than before, but people are still worried about the natural disaster, and the atmosphere during conversations is a bit more somber.

The key to this matter lies with the followers of the Radiant Sun and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but the Plague Doctor revealed not a single word to the outcasts, regardless of which one they were.

If it weren't for Hephaestus's awareness today, they would probably still be in the dark. Before today, no one could have imagined that they would need his guidance to find a breakthrough in this matter.

"They know far more than we imagine, but why won't the plague doctor tell us anything? Is it because knowing this wouldn't benefit us? Or..."

This is yet another trick by Hephaestus's clones.

(End of this chapter)