They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 76 Who Stole My Throat?

The key is faith. Although most of them don't know each other and at most have a strange sense of worship when they meet on the street, if Lia doesn't urge those faiths, they can completely become normal passersby and not bother each other.

"Our principle is free trade."

Ria stared at the eye that had appeared on the back of her hand for a few seconds. Suddenly, it curved up and narrowed its upper and lower eyelids, as if trying to express a happy emotion.

However, not long after, the argument next door escalated again, and something heavy hit the wall. Based on Ria's extensive experience, this time it was the bedside table that was thrown.

After the cabinet slammed against the wall, its contents scattered all over the floor with a clatter. Although it was a noisy sound, it sounded incredibly comforting to Ria.

He was very pleased that he could finally have a few normal neighbors.

While normal neighbors shouldn't argue every day, in contrast to the Seaman Fishman incident, they suddenly seemed kind and friendly.

As soon as the commotion started, hotel staff arrived at their room and knocked on the door, ordering them to stop arguing and not to damage anything in the room, or they would immediately report their crimes to the Church of the Sun and send them to trial.

Upon hearing about the church, the couple immediately became quiet and obedient.

Ria opened the door and turned to look at the neighboring couple, who were cowering like quails after being warned by the room service staff, but she didn't see their so-called "children".

It seems that the werewolf Derlenia is truly free, which may be a good thing for her.

But... it turns out that, regardless of whether they have children or not, the neighboring couple always manages to argue for various reasons.

Now, under pressure from the church and the court, the two quickly quieted down, and the room service staff were no longer as "warm and hospitable" and "polite" as they had been during the Great Rain Festival.

They changed their service approach, adopting an attitude of "stay if you want, leave if you don't." The bullying couple couldn't do anything about it and could only temporarily stop arguing.

"Should I say it's fortunate that neither of them had a gun? I wouldn't want to live next to a neighbor who's always having gunfights, even though it might only take a few shots to kill him."

Lia shook his head. He thought it was fine if the noise next door was just okay. It would be abnormal if the two of them just stood by the window doing nothing and started growing scales all over their bodies.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

Whether it was a hallucination or not, the "whooshing" sound came to Ria's ears again.

Moreover, the sound seemed to be coming from downstairs through the window.

Ria returned to her room and looked out the window, where she saw Steyer standing below, waving his hands in her direction. Upon seeing him, the "woo-woo" sounds grew louder.

"..."

Ria hurried downstairs and asked him how he ended up there. Steyer gestured for a while, and finally took out a piece of paper and wrote a sentence on it with somewhat messy handwriting.

I've come to ask you to go for a drink.

"Just for this?"

Steyer blinked, then suddenly remembered something else important, and quickly grabbed his pen to continue writing on the paper.

[I almost forgot if you hadn't reminded me! I came here because Gro told me he left my trachea in the hotel kitchen. If we don't hurry and find it, it might be cooked soon!!!]

It's never a good thing that the throat is in the cook's hands. Steyr must find his own throat and put it back in, otherwise the new throat might not heal for a long time. In the meantime, a mute prophet is useless. Written words have absolutely no prophetic power.

Upon learning of his predicament, Ria decided to help Steyr and quickly led him to the kitchen, where smoke filled the air and several chefs wearing white hats were preparing food, not even looking up when they arrived.

Ria glanced at the raging fire in the pot and marveled at the chefs' superb skills. For example, he would never let the pot catch fire unless he sought help from the extraordinary.

"Do you have any tubes here? Probably..."

“Ooh!” Steyer gestured with his hand to indicate the length, and Ria understood, turning to explain to the chef.

"About this long."

A chef tasted a mouthful of the thick soup in the pot and then threw in a few thick chunks of potato.

"Throat? Who would eat something with such a strong fishy smell? Only people who have nothing else to eat would gnaw on it several times. That thing is used to give to slaves for dinner."

The chefs burst into laughter. Steyr's hope was rekindled upon hearing this. Since the throat hadn't been eaten by someone with unusual tastes, he still had a chance to find it.

Maybe we can find it in the trash, or maybe Gro has hidden it in some corner of the kitchen.

Ria then focused his attention on the pot of soup. He noticed that there was red foam floating on the surface of the soup and that it smelled fishy. He also noticed that the chef's behavior of constantly adding potatoes to the soup was quite unusual.

So he went over, shooed the cook aside, and scooped around with a spoon. Sure enough, he pulled out a curled trachea, but by then the trachea had been boiled until it shrank and turned white, looking rather pitiful.

"Who told you to do this?" Lia asked him. Looking at Lia's face, the cook felt inexplicably apprehensive and dared not lie. He quickly explained what had happened.

He said a tall man wearing a bird-beak mask gave him the thing and told him to do whatever he wanted with it. The chef wanted to create a new soup, so he simply threw the trachea into the potato soup, and the taste was indeed different from usual.

Now the truth was out. Ria went to the pool and soaked the boiled trachea several times to make sure it wasn't too hot before handing it to Steyr: "Why don't you try it and see if it's still usable? If it really doesn't work, just eat it. Don't waste it."

Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't have a trachea and can't eat.

Steyer took the throat tube and held it in his hands. The throat tube was cold, and so was his heart.

The food in Endernes is not very diverse. Whether they are chefs or ordinary people, they are not very good at cooking. Common cooking methods include frying, grilling, and boiling. Boiled meat has a strange wildness to it, in other words, it is fishy.

They slaughter animals without bleeding them, employing a more humane approach. Their meals also contain minimal seasoning, emphasizing the natural flavors of the ingredients.

As a result, just boiling a single trachea filled the air with a fishy smell and an inexplicable sourness.

Steyr looked at his throat, his heart filled with complex emotions. He wiped his face and resolutely raised his gun at the cook.

The entire kitchen was in complete chaos.

A few minutes later, Steyer and Ria left the hotel.

He ultimately did not fire the shot.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear to do it, but he discovered that he had run out of bullets while shooting Gro, and he felt ashamed to reload in front of everyone, so he could only write a note asking them to let them off the hook.

(End of this chapter)