They all call me an Outer God.

Blair wanted to stop it, but with so many people in the town, it was impossible for him to stop them all.

"Don't be fooled by their seemingly neurotic behavior; they rarely attack people unprovoked and are actually quite well-behaved."

Blair led the group to the hotel, where the rooms were still empty; otherwise, he couldn't very well have arranged for them to stay at someone else's house.

Or running his own grocery store wasn't realistic either. He absolutely didn't want anyone to see the well again. These people were visitors from outside the town, and they might be used by the well to spread the problem. If that happened, it would be a huge problem.

“Ms. Windsor, I have brought some guests to stay at the hotel.”

Blay walked in front, pushed open the hotel door, and the next moment, he was face to face with an upside-down human head.

"!"

Bly was startled and quickly took a step back: "Please stop imitating bats."

“Bryant, do you think I’m imitating?” Windsor grinned, revealing sharp teeth—the price of knowledge trading.

"I am a legendary vampire, an extraordinary being. I can tell at a glance which blood is of the best quality."

"It's a pity that the people in my town can't suck any blood at all, they just stuff my mouth with eye foam—but you are different, lovely guests, blood, you are all covered in delicious blood!"

Windsor's eyes curved into crescents, shimmering with golden light: "As the kin of the Red Moon, blood is absolutely our romance."

"Can I eat them?"

“No.” Bly refused her request and paid for a room at the original price.

"A man who doesn't understand romance."

"Romance can't put food on the table."

Bryce grimaced, then gestured for everyone to bend over and follow him. Windsor now thought she had become a vampire and had to hang upside down from the ceiling in a bat-like position, which made it impossible for her to land.

As long as people bend down and stay out of her biting range, they will generally be fine.

"I won't accept your vulgar currency at all, you who try to force me to buy!"

Before Windsor could say anything more, Blair grabbed her long hair and tied the money to it: "Do I look like the kind of villain who reneges on debts?"

"As you can see, this is the current state of this town."

Bly stood in the hallway, looking for his room with his key in hand. As he turned around, he said, "I still want to remind everyone that once you've rested enough, leave as soon as possible. You absolutely cannot stay here any longer."

"Of course."

The mercenaries nodded in agreement with Blay's words, but they were actually plotting how to use him to get their hands on all the money in the town.

There's so much money in this town, but all its owners are idiots.

This is simply a waste of natural resources!
Everyone had their own plans, yet they still pretended to be well-behaved.

Bly opened the door to the room and let them in to rest. He then brought them food, his attitude was undeniably friendly, which made the men feel quite flattered, thinking that Bly would never get angry and was incredibly good-natured.

Blake always looked at everyone with a helpless expression. Although his eyes were terrifying, after a while, everyone felt it was alright.

"How does it taste, ladies and gentlemen? These are all local specialties of our town. I even went to the kitchen to heat them up a bit to prevent them from getting soggy."

"What excellent craftsmanship! Speaking of which, I'm surprised to find wine here. In all my years as a mercenary, I've never tasted such fine wine!"

"I'm glad you like it. There are many more here, no need to rush."

Blair and the others toasted and drank together, gradually engaging in conversation. At that moment, the door to the room was wide open, and Windsor, who had somehow appeared, was now hanging outside, her pupils gleaming coldly.

Blair glanced at her, then at the crowd whose faces were flushed from drinking, lowered his head, and gave a somewhat eerie smile.

He stood up, walked to the door, gently stroked Windsor's head a few times, and then gestured for silence.

"Good children, don't peek."

With a creak, the door closed.

In the darkness, the demon finally revealed its fangs.

……

[Trigger Mission: You close the door, and I don't know what you're doing in the room with those drunk outsiders.]

Faced with this result, Ivand looked at Ria with a strange expression, while Ria turned her head away and coughed lightly.

Why do your games always have some bizarre and outlandish storylines?

Ivand couldn't help but ask the question. Ria said he didn't know either, since the game was based on reality and sometimes even he couldn't predict the plot.

"Never mind, you're all grown up now, I don't blame you for having your own hobbies."

Ivand couldn't help but press his furrowed brow a few times, then he raised his eyes: "But you also know that the appearance of outsiders means that the curse is about to spread outwards. It can be said that your game is already at a stage where you are bound to lose."

"Kelcha, I hope you'll accept the consequences of your bet."

"it is good."

Ria picked up the black tea, blew on it, and then drank the bitter tea in one gulp without saying anything more.

"Clap!"

A drop of tea spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the table.

……

Blair casually downed the last glass of wine on the table, sat down, wiped his mouth with his hand, and looked mockingly at the people who were lying on their backs drunk.

"I really went to great lengths to keep that well a secret and pretend to be a pushover."

By trading with the townspeople, he gradually got to know them. His general store was filled with all sorts of random but universally appealing items, and the enticing offer of exchanging extremely cheap goods for great value attracted customers. This led to a contract with the townspeople, and from the moment of the transaction, they were no longer able to escape his control.

Then, the curse of the well appeared. Although Blay had the power to forcefully stop it, he chose to watch the townspeople fall into depravity step by step, as if giving up and doing nothing to stop it.

He acted like a dutiful nanny, carefully watching over the mentally unstable townspeople to prevent them from suddenly running out of town and being wiped out by the Black Goat, until their bodies were completely possessed by the supernatural and they were no longer human.

Extraordinary creatures seem to be outside the hunting range of goats, something he specifically inquired about during his last outing.

Then all Bly had to do was wait for the outsiders to enter the town and then disguise himself as a harmless lamb to treat them well.

Bryce had waited far too long; all his plans had been for this day.

It's hard to say who's using whom between him and that well.

“You are my real guests, everyone, please don’t be so formal.”

(End of this chapter)