They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 49 Dinner
"what's the situation!?"

Style, puzzled, called out to the bartender who was about to leave. The bartender refused to say anything, and then Ria stood up and stuffed some "tip" into his pocket.

The bartender awkwardly accepted the tip, his attitude visibly changing: "Today is the Great Rain Festival."

"According to church legend, there was a time when dark clouds covered the sun, and the sun disappeared for many years. Heavy rains fell continuously, houses were flooded, crops failed, and fruit trees rotted and became infested with insects. It was people who danced a ritual dance to drive away the dark clouds."

Everyone gathered together and lit a fire, but the fire was always extinguished by the heavy rain. Then, the saint poured violet wine into the fire, and the flames instantly rose up, evaporating all the rain and clouds, and the sun shone on the earth again.

Therefore, people should drink violet wine on this day; it's a tradition.

"Your brand is quite good at marketing."

Steyer picked up the bottle and shook it a few times: "From the ice cellar? That's generous!"

"Drink as much as you like today, the sun will pay for everything."

"Of course, praise the sun!"

"Praise the sun!!!" The crowd in the tavern cheered and jumped for joy. The sound of iron bottles being opened echoed everywhere, while Ria showed Steyr how to "open a bottle cap with her bare hands".

"Kelcha, you're incredibly strong! You'd never guess from your appearance!"

"Just use the right techniques."

Ria held the bottle in both hands, feeling the coolness in her palms: "Judging from your reaction to the wine, your hometown shouldn't be here."

“I’ve been away from home for a long time… I can’t let my dad and grandpa know that I have a strange disease. Knowing their personalities, they would definitely go around looking for quack doctors and medicine.”

To avoid this trouble, I faked my death and ran away from home. I only came to Grani with Gro a few months ago, but that unreliable doctor rejected me and went to study under a wandering bard from who-knows-where.

By the way, where's your doctor?

"he?"

Ria recalled James's expression: "He said that life shouldn't always revolve around patients, and that doctors should also have ideals, aspirations, and freedom."

"I feel like both of our doctors are using the same sales pitch. Could they be the same person... Wait! I can't think about this, I'm an idiot, I can't think like this, it'll mess up my memes! Thank goodness!"

Ria: "..."

He became even more determined not to choose to portray the character of "idiot".

……

Time flies.

They talked for a while longer, and as it got darker, Steyr suggested that Ria stay in Grani for a few days so that he could help if anything happened.

"Let me tell you, no one can predict bad luck. Leaving here might lead to trouble, and staying here might also cause problems. So I suggest you stay here for now and stay at a hotel nearby tonight. If there's any commotion, I can get there quickly."

"Ah...you asked me where I'll be staying tonight? I'm sleeping in a tavern, but they only let me sleep on the floor. Do you want to lie on the floor with me?"

Ria declined Steyr's offer.

He didn't care where he slept, but he became interested in the nearby inns. Shortly after arriving, as he passed by one of the inns, he smelled a strong fishy odor inside.

Perhaps there are extraordinary creatures inside, and he could find a way to capture one and make a fortune.

As for the risk of death that Steyer mentioned—

He doesn't care.

A person without worries is unrestrained.

Therefore, Ria left the Baycher Tavern that evening and went to the Wright Inn, where the receptionist greeted him warmly and then handed him a room number plate (301) after seeing the money.

"You are free to use everything inside. We provide each guest with disposable toothbrushes, toothpaste, towels, slippers, and other amenities. We also offer complimentary breakfast and dinner, which will be delivered directly to your room by room service to solve all your problems. If you need any further assistance, you can use the intercom by the bed."

"The service was very attentive."

"Thank you for your kind words. If you are satisfied when you check out, please give us a five-star review, which will be very helpful to us."

After speaking, the receptionist smiled and bowed to Ria, making a sun symbol over her heart.

"Happy Rain Festival."

"Joy together, praise the sun."

Ria took her number and went upstairs, finding her room on the third floor.

"Click."

He inserted the key from the number plate into the lock and turned the key on the door lock, but at that moment he heard the tenants in the next room, 302, arguing.

The soundproofing here is not perfect, so any slightly loud noise can be heard.

"Why couldn't you keep an eye on that child! Now the child is disabled, it's all your fault!"

"I caused it? If I were there, two people would be disabled, as if nothing would have happened if I were there."

"I don't care, if you can't find the murderer, I'll..."

Ria couldn't hear clearly from behind. After a few seconds of silence, he pushed open the door, went into his room, and closed it. As soon as the door closed, the noise was much quieter.

The room was simply decorated, with only two rooms: a bedroom and a bathroom. But Lia didn't have high expectations. This place was much more luxurious than where he used to live. At least the mattresses here were springy and didn't hurt his bones at all.

Ria hung his coat, vest, and hat on the hanger, took off his glasses, and suddenly heard the bedside bell ring, as if room service had something to tell him.

Ria answered the phone casually: "Hello?"

"Hello Mr. Kelcha, it's about to rain outside. Would you like some fish for your dinner?"

Preparing fish on a rainy day might seem unrelated, but after experiencing those torrential downpours, Liya instantly connected it to something ominous.

Fish on a rainy day can be anything—ants, snakes, mice, birds, or even people.

"I don't need any fish, you guys can bring whatever you want."

"Yes, sir, we will prepare the most perfect dinner for you."

After saying that, he hung up the walkie-talkie.

Shortly after, there was a knock on the door of the building.

"Dong dong dong."

"Sir, your dinner is ready."

Ria opened the door and saw a woman in a black vest with a bright smile, pushing a metal food cart with several plates covered by metal dome lids, making it impossible to tell what was inside.

Ria looked at them and saw her own distorted reflection above them.

Please have a meal.

After the woman finished speaking, she pushed the food cart away. Ria stared at the plates for a moment, then suddenly lifted the silver lid and saw some things that were not suitable for human eyes to see.

The plate contained a severed hand, the fingers cut into several pieces and arranged perfectly. Even the red nail polish on the fingertips had not been removed, revealing a chilling gleam.

(End of this chapter)