They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 45 Buying and selling are equally guilty

"What's wrong?" came the fishman's slightly sleepy voice from inside the carriage.

Are there any other superhumans in Grani Town?

"How should I know? They wouldn't tell me on their own... Meeting you is just my bad luck." At this moment, the merman, perhaps having been woken up and now in a bad mood, no longer spoke to Ria in a respectful tone.

"Damn it... Oh right—"

The fishman suddenly remembered something.

The evening before it last left Grani, when it went to the Baisher Tavern for a drink, a drunken man sat next to it, put his arm around its shoulder, and swore that it would be in big trouble if it left.

"Maybe next time I'll only be able to meet your skin."

"Are you cursing me!?"

"I'm telling the truth."

The fish-man naturally didn't believe any facts. It only knew that the person had said a bunch of ominous things, just like telling someone going out to sea, "Your ship is going to capsize." It was so angry that it immediately started fighting with the person in the tavern and beat him to death with a few punches.

But then it seemed to see the man stand up, dust himself off, order himself another glass of sour wine, gulp it down, smash the glass, and stagger out of the tavern.

"He should be dead. I remember I didn't hold back..."

The fishman was astonished, but could only attribute it to the alcohol numbing his brain, which confused his memories.

Naturally, it also told this story to Ria, lamenting that alcohol also poses a significant risk to supernatural beings.

"Young man, you should drink less alcohol if you don't have to. You never know what uncontrollable things might happen when you're drunk."

Ria agreed with his point of view.

Not long ago, when he got drunk, the entire casino suffered. In a sense, alcohol really does do a lot of harm.

"I've decided to try my luck at the Baisheer Tavern and sample some of their drinks."

"Are you even listening to me?!"

The merman became annoyed, but then it had a change of heart and stopped talking.

In its eyes, Lia was just a commodity that could be sold at any time, and it was pointless to talk so much about high principles to a commodity.

A few minutes later, however, Ria poked the wooden board with the handle of her cane again: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I sleep."

"Do we really want to waste time sleeping?"

"Seriously! Why are you so annoyed by fish!"

"Well."

Respecting its choice, Ria ignored it and instead reached out to pat little Swarth on the head.

Little Swarth stretched, spread his wings and covered Ria with them, then purred.

The next day, early in the morning, the weather was clear, and the outline of Grani town was faintly visible.

Pedestrians gradually appeared on the road, and people with horse-drawn carriages passed by. The carriages were open-air and supported only by two large wooden wheels.

The children on the bus were sleeping haphazardly. One child grabbed everyone's blankets and covered himself with them, while the others shivered from the cold. Suddenly, a black tentacle reached out from the side and covered the children with their blankets.

"Good boy," Ria praised little Swarth.

"Aww!" It happily retracted its tentacles and burrowed back into its host's flesh.

The fish in the carriage hadn't turned back yet. The fish-man told Ria that its mucus had the same effect as rainwater, and considerately advised him to enter through a side gate of Grani town, where there were good things. "You should go this way..."

"Never mind, I'm afraid you won't know the way, let me do it."

As he spoke, the fish-man transformed back into human form, climbed out of the back of the carriage, grabbed the reins, and Ria consciously moved aside a few times, letting the other lead her to a place that resembled a fish market.

There, vendors hawked their fish, and bighead carp in baskets were everywhere. Every now and then, you could see people using short knives to scale and gut the fish, cleaning them before hanging them on iron hooks for display.

"get off."

The fish-man urged Ria to hurry up, and Ria jumped off the carriage. Instantly, countless eyes were focused on him.

At that moment, the fishman grabbed Ria's neck from the front, the force so great that Ria could hardly breathe.

"Gentlemen, look what a wonderful thing this is!"

People stopped watching and put down what they were holding to gather together.

"This is a superhuman!"

The fish-man shouted excitedly, "Have you ever seen one? He's a living superhuman! I've seen him use his superhuman abilities with my own eyes!"

"Then how come you can still hold him now?" someone questioned.

Because I am strong enough!
Look, even the strongest superhuman is like a quail in my hands. It's a pity I can't turn him into a fish, but that's precisely why I believe his value surpasses that of all fish!
Anyone want to make an offer? And that includes half a truckload of 'fish' in the carriage behind me.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding vendors could no longer contain their excitement and began to pull out their paper, eager to offer their prices to buy Lia.

Although they didn't know what they could do with a superhuman, they figured they might as well buy something rare; they couldn't lose out. Even if they didn't want it themselves, they could sell it to other suckers.

Thus, their hands, holding the paper money or silver coins, nearly ached from holding them up.

Ria also raised her hand along with them.

"Why are you raising your hand?!"

"I want gold coins."

"You're quite good at inflating your price, but the people here can't afford that price, and you're not worth that price."

After another round of arguing, someone finally offered a high price of three silver coins, nine lexicons, and twenty-seven swahl. He walked up to the merman amidst everyone's envious and jealous gazes, and looked at the "goods" in the merman's hands with satisfaction.

Ria looked at the buyer: "Really can't you offer any more? I think you could raise it a few more times."

"I have already offered a suitable price."

The buyer smiled and was about to take Ria away, but Ria suddenly revealed an extremely sinister and cold look in her eyes, like a vicious dragon eyeing the jewels and not allowing anyone to covet them. The buyer even unconsciously took a step back, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"No, sir. Our fish are all top-quality. You will never find the same quality anywhere else. Therefore, we will not sell them."

"Crack!"

Ria reached out and snapped the merman's wrist that was gripping her neck; the severed hand instantly reverted to its original form.

A broken fish web.

Ignoring the fishman's heart-wrenching screams, the young man turned around, wiped the spot where he had been pinched, and gently spread his hands to the buyer.

"Please forgive my rudeness, guests, I just forgot to introduce myself."

I am the seller in this case.

The goods for sale are the extraordinary creatures in the rear and half a cartload of fish. Of course, if the price is right, the carriage and two fine horses can also be sold to you as a bonus.

(End of this chapter)