They all call me an Outer God.

"Wha...what?"

The Earl was somewhat incredulous, thinking he had misheard. Later, Wilton said that he had only spoken in anger, and that he loved his subjects so much that he would not strip the Earl of his title over such a trivial matter.

Enteke breathed a sigh of relief. It was truly terrifying. It was hard to imagine that the king, who was so ungrateful and would trample on anyone he saw, would actually say such a thing.

But before he could fully relax, Wilton looked him up and down with a strange gaze, which made him tense up.

"Is there anything else, Your Majesty?"

“I suddenly feel that it is not good to abolish the title. Your titles have been hereditary since the time of the first generation, and you must have accumulated a lot of wealth during that time.”

I've heard that the Earl once boasted that he was richer than a country; is that true?

Entek: "Your Majesty! My family has always been frugal and thrifty, donating money to charity. There is absolutely no such chaos as you described!"

With so many people watching, and some even looking on with amusement, how could Entek not know what they were thinking? These people wanted their money confiscated.

What a joke.

Entek forced a smile: "We have always supported charity and worked to get more benefits for the children in the welfare home. In comparison, the Duke has actually embezzled more, but no one knows much about it."

As soon as he spoke, the expressions of the people around him changed, and they all stared at him with resentment.

Wilton pretended not to see them and ignored them. He straightened his clothes a few times and got back into the limousine.

The march continued, but undercurrents were already swirling among the participants.

Time flies by.

Soon, night fell, and the bustling city of Cranbea was brightly lit. On this day, every household would prepare a sumptuous feast to show the citizens' determination to celebrate the birth of their king.

Beside the warm fire, family members gathered, sitting around the table and praying over the delicious food on it.

"The sun gives us warmth, abundance, and life. We will forever pursue and praise it."

"The sun bestows upon us virtues and teaches us gratitude. We will always believe in Him and love Him."

Lia walked down the street, which was deserted, but through the windows of the buildings, she could see what kind of laughter and merriment could be heard inside.

The weather was too cold at night.

Beneath a window emitting warm light, a child shivers.

There was a box of matches in front of her, and she would call out whenever she saw someone.

"Sir, madam, please buy a match. A match can bring you warmth, and its flame is like the sun."

There were so few people here that the girl couldn't sell a single match.

She lowered her head in frustration, hugged her knees, and heard the family behind her laughing and talking again, while she still hadn't made any money.

Just as she was getting too cold, a pair of boots suddenly came into her view. She looked up and saw the young man's gentle smile, a smile that shone brighter than any other light in the city.

For some reason, the girl started crying, and she held up the matchbox in her hand.

"Sir, would you like to buy a match?"

"how much is it?"

"Five hundred gold coins each, made of pure wood."

Ria: "..."

He leaned down more affectionately, patted the girl's head, gave her a Swain coin to hypnotize her that it was five hundred gold coins, and then took a match and the Swain coin.

"It is your angelic and beautiful heart that gives these matches their value. The heart is priceless, and they should not be so cheap."

After saying that, Lia left.

The girl continued to hug her knees, lost in thought.

Not long after, two more pairs of feet came into her view.

The girl looked up and saw that the person standing in front of her was a young man wearing a long white coat and black-rimmed glasses, and the other person was a young man wearing a green vest.

The first young man had a backpack on his back, inside which was a very cute child, like a pretty little girl.

Once again, tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and Emigana was at a loss for what to do: "You, you shouldn't cry."

"What's wrong? Why are you here all alone? Where are your parents?"

The girl sobbed, "I have no parents, only my grandmother who raised me since I was a child. My grandmother is sick, and on such a warm day, she can't enjoy the laughter and joy. I have no choice but to sell matches here to pay for her treatment."

Upon hearing this, Ermicana's eyes immediately welled up with tears. He thought of his original grandfather, Dagon, and realized how precious family ties were.

He immediately comforted the girl.

"Don't be sad. I'll buy all the matches you have. Go back and stay with your grandma, okay?"

Girl: Really?

Emigana: "Hmm."

He had barely finished speaking when, a second later, he saw the girl open the box of matches in her hand. The box was neatly filled with about thirty matches.

"One piece costs 5,000 gold coins. It's made of pure wood and is flammable. If you're really interested in buying it, the group purchase price is 4,999 gold coins per piece."

Emigana's smile froze.

They don't have that much money.

They were originally supposed to walk to Kranbea, but in the middle of the night, Salle suddenly said that wouldn't work, so he transformed into a mythical creature and flew them here.

The plague doctor of Elfin wanted him to accept the trial and blocked their way. Then, in a fit of anger, Salle fought with the plague doctor. Not every plague doctor is as strong as James. His title of "Plague Doctor of the Year" is also a symbol of strength.

Even under these circumstances, Sal still fought desperately and knocked half of the plague doctor's body off. The plague doctor eventually had no choice but to recover and agreed that luck is also a part of strength.

It's just that Elfin was lucky enough to find a mythical creature as a friend. If his luck continues to be this good, then his own strength is indeed not that important.

"Then let's see how far you can go."

After saying that, the doctor left.

Elfin thought that Salle was practically omnipotent.

Aside from having a bad temper.

That wasn't just a little bit bad; he was practically pulling Erigana's hair out.

Now that Salle saw someone dare to trick his "mount," he jumped out of his backpack, dragged the girl into an alley, and gave her a good beating.

In the end, the little girl revealed her true form as a supernatural being, which was actually a large stick figure. She cried and shouted that she was wrong, and Saller lit it on fire without saying a word. Then the group gathered around it to warm themselves.

"Look, we don't need to envy others; we can also have a warm and cozy holiday."

Ermicana: "..."

Elfin: "..."

They always felt that something was wrong but couldn't quite put their finger on it. In short, the feeling of spending their days with mythical creatures was indeed quite subtle.

……

Meanwhile, Lia received an invitation to a royal banquet and prepared to attend.

Little Swarth then perched on his shoulder as darkness fell, shaking his head and occasionally fluttering his wings.

Birds flapping their wings means they are happy.

The mythical creatures of today do indeed appear leisurely and carefree, even emitting rhythmic "cooing" sounds from their throats, as if they are singing.

Ria thought it was pretty good and praised it for its musical talent. Upon hearing this, Little Swarth's feathers puffed up, and it cooed even more enthusiastically, like the whispers of the dead.

A stray dog ​​searching for food near a trash can was caught off guard by the sound and jumped into the trash can with a thud.

Incidentally, it also used its paw to close the lid.

My Lord, we have arrived in Krumbea.

In my mind, Saller's voice echoed.

【Then relax here. The festive atmosphere is quite nice, but it hasn't reached its climax yet.】

Hopefully, we'll be able to experience even more exciting programs in the future.

【certainly】

The two sides concluded their exchange.

As soon as Lia finished speaking, a new message popped up.

【Faceless Lord, have you seen Shaen?】

Without a doubt, this was Sherger, still searching for his insects, while the other Hephaestus were sending messages at this time.

My Lord, do not reply to him; let him worry.

[Whatever you're doing, just reply to me! I've learned how to visualize things in my mind and I've made a lot of images. I'm going to name these things "emojis"]

What? You have the skills to do this?

Chat with me now!

[Talk to me first, let me see what's wrong, and I can help you fix it. Wouldn't it be just around the corner to send animated images in your mind when you transmit audio?]

[I saw it, it's colorful, it's really amazing. Compared to that black pharaoh who's been sending out telepathic messages all over the world searching for bugs, you guys have much better taste and a higher standard.]

Guess what? I've stuck with this idea and collaborated with others to research it, striving to make sure everyone can see new perspectives.

We've just developed a product called a phonograph machine and plan to apply for a patent.

Can you upload color pictures?

【No, we need to work on the color graphics further. Our company is currently researching how to add sound. Does anyone here know how?】

【I can smash your company to pieces, hahaha】

Then I can smash your head in.

Hephaestus and the others chatted amongst themselves in his mind, eventually veerging back to the idea of ​​not telling Sergeshawn where he was and telling him to keep searching.

I heard they started a bet on whether the Black Pharaoh could find his bug, and Night Demon put in a huge sum of a thousand gold coins.

Lia thought these people were really awful.

So he replied to Sherger.

【No】

The Xia Gai insect seen in the dream world was just a consciousness; in essence, Ria really didn't know where Xia En's real body had gone.

Since this extraordinary being is the original embodiment of faith, and that embodiment has disappeared, it may seek out other traces belonging to deities.

So Ria gave Sherger advice, which Sherger found quite reasonable, and then fell silent.

He was completely unaware that the other clones were isolating him while they were speaking.

The incessant noise still echoed in his ears, so Ria immediately left it all to the Golden Church in the dream world to deal with. This finally made his head feel much better.

The clones' thoughts are too unconventional, but such a personality is often very creative, and many inventions are often inspired by their extraordinary and unconventional thinking.

Next, Ria looked up at the majestic palace still in the distance, and Little Swarth transformed into tentacles and landed on the ground. In a very short time, it transformed into a black steed.

The black horse was two meters tall and had a lithe figure. It gestured for Ria to ride on it, but Ria shook her head, feeling that it was too monotonous.

He took two steps back, his body contorting in pain.

Soon, a horse that looked exactly like the current Schwarz appeared in the same spot, except that it had a single blue horn that glowed, and a pair of full wings.

This is a nightmare, a creature from mythology.

“Li——————”

The nightmare let out a hiss, then spread its wings and took to the air, circling and treading in the sky. Schwarz immediately understood the host's intention.

It also transformed into a horn and wings, and followed its host closely. Soon, the two nightmares were flying and racing in the sky, competing to see who would reach their destination first.

A drunkard was wandering the streets, swaying as he poured wine into his mouth. Then, when he looked up, he saw two winged horses flying in the sky.

Suddenly, he sobered up completely. Looking closely by the moonlight, he saw that there were indeed two horses flying in the sky.

Suddenly, he realized something was very serious.

He went around knocking on doors and telling people that horses were flying in the sky, and as soon as they opened the door, they smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

Immediately, everyone backed away, quickly closed the door, and ignored him.

He was somewhat frustrated and could only complain to the crows in the street who were fighting with cats for mice.

Do you believe in the existence of creatures that only exist in mythology?

Upon hearing this, the crow nodded: "Yes."

Suddenly, the drunkard realized he was definitely still asleep.

Not everyone can accept their existence, and not everyone has seen them.

Many more people are deceived by the truth and live in their own world, so much so that when they see the truth, they will only point to the real thing and say that it is false.

The drunkard thought he was a philosophical master and took another swig of wine.

"Crow, on such a fine day, why don't you go home and have a big meal with your family?"

Crow: "Because I have no home."

"You're in such a terrible state. From now on, you can come with me and I'll take care of you."

The little crow thought about it carefully, nodded in agreement, and then placed the mouse that it had just snatched from the cat in front of the drunkard.

"It's settled then, this is my dinner, I'll share some with you now."

"You're so kind; you're the first person who's ever been willing to give me food—"

Moved, the drunkard grabbed the mouse and was about to tear it in half, sharing it with the little crow. But the next second, a huge crow, as big as a washbasin, appeared on the roof above.

"Are these interns not working properly these days, just slacking off here?"

Upon hearing the sound, the little crow immediately jumped.

"You still don't have a home. The headquarters committee is giving you money, are you going or not?"

"Oh no! Don't tell my professor!"

The little crow flapped its wings and flew away in a flash. Now, the drunkard looked in the direction it had gone and felt somewhat dejected.

It turns out it had a home, while I was the one without one.

The large raven above had its eyes flashing crimson: "Don't get involved with crows. Deathbirds won't bring you any good luck."

(End of this chapter)