They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 77 Harik's Disaster
He took out a note and placed it in front of him, warning everyone in the Wright Hotel kitchen to be careful of flowerpots falling from the sky.

I hate chefs.

How could they do this?

Once my throat is better, I'll risk my life to make them all lose their jobs.

I'm serious.

How could they do this?

I'm so angry!

Along the way, Steyer stopped and started, angrily writing down what he wanted to say on a piece of paper. Soon, the paper was filled to the brim, leaving no room to write more.

Ria made little Swarth spit out the blank notebook so that Steyr could vent his frustrations.

It came out reluctantly, almost breaking the prophet's arm with its tentacles. The next second, it made two "coo" sounds and handed the blank notebook to Ria, its voice revealing a hint of deliberate grievance.

Steyer took the three sheets of paper that Ria had torn from the notebook and continued writing on them.

Why is that black ball of yours so fierce?

"It wasn't born a normal life, so it's normal for it to be a bit brutal."

Ria remembered that when she was in Winstown, the supernatural creatures she encountered were all aggregates of various dismembered corpses.

Their bodies consist not only of stray cats and dogs, chickens, ducks and geese that died of disease, sheep that were bitten to death, and pigs that were abandoned outside after contracting the flu, but also people who died on the streets.

For some unknown reason, they formed a self-aware aggregate, and Little Swarth was the collection of the entire group of extraordinary beings. Its birth meant disaster, and if it weren't for Ria's restraint, it would probably have soon unleashed a bloodbath throughout the entire town of Wins.

Of course, if it weren't for Ria, it wouldn't have had the chance to be born.

However, the mythical creatures of today only bite people in a helpless rage, either biting or laughing foolishly all day long, completely unlike their imposing presence when they first met.

Ria pondered for a long time what exactly the little Swarth was. He tried to recall the enormous size of the little Swarth at the time, but found that his memory had become blurred and he could not remember its specific appearance at the time.

However, the panic and oppression it brought at that time deeply affected people's hearts.

“You really are an enigma.” Ria poked its head, her fingers sinking completely into its feathers. The mythical creature tilted its head, looking down at Ria with harmless eyes.

The next second, it saw Steyr again, and immediately let out a shriek, its feathers almost standing on end like a hedgehog.

Okay, maybe it just doesn't like outsiders.

"No, it says it doesn't like prophets."

How do you know what it's saying?

"Guess."

Ever since being struck by lightning, Little Swarth has been wary of prophets. Not only that, it also keeps a close eye on the sky to prevent lightning from striking it again.

Left with no other choice, Ria had to let little Swarth return to her body.

He and Steyr returned to the Bayshire Tavern. Unlike last time, this time there were more people inside, and business seemed even better.

The bartender was puzzled as to why so many bottles of liquor were mysteriously missing from the cabinet behind him, leaving only a few bottles of liquor that were not usually easy to sell.

But precisely at this critical juncture, the tavern's business began to boom again.

Their staff had reported the theft to the church, and several clergy came to check on the situation. The brass band picked up their instruments again and began to play.

After this incident, the manager had no choice but to rush to the underground wine cellar to get new wine, only to find that it had also been ransacked. Fortunately, the thief had some conscience and did not damage the wine barrels or smash the bottles.

"What is going on?"

Urged on by another wave of customers, the bartender explained that the new drinks would be delivered soon and asked them to wait a moment. Meanwhile, the clergy, unable to find the suspect for the time being, also sat down at the bar and ordered a few drinks. Now Harik was even busier, wishing he had six more hands to help mix the drinks. His arms moved so fast they were almost blurry, and the drinks shimmered with beautiful bubbles as they were turned over and over.

Harik was putting on such a great show that the patrons cheered him on. They continued to order food, enjoying the spectacle, and shouted along with the brass band, not caring whether their voices were in tune or not.

Men and women waved their hands and shook their heads along with the band members.

Just then, Ria and Steyr arrived at the tavern. Seeing how busy Harik was, Steyr felt a little guilty and quickly led Ria to a corner.

Did I drink a little too much?

Are you sure it's a little bit?

Ria crossed his arms. He could easily laugh at Steyr, even though they had both taken advantage of the tavern being empty to drink, Ria had put money in there.

He's a black market merchant, not a thief, so of course he wouldn't do something so immoral.

Of course, the things he did weren't much better either...

Steyer felt increasingly guilty.

He decided to order a few drinks to boost Harik's sales and, incidentally, to ease his own guilt.

Hey, Harik!

Steyr took the note and walked toward the bar. Harik looked up reflexively, his eyes showing thick, unmistakable dark circles, but even so, his hands did not stop.

"Let's do this for our own good. Alcohol is harmful to the body, so let's drink less. I think I've developed arthritis now—"

Damn it, why was Joe allowed to take a sick day today, and why today of all days? I seriously suspect he stole the alcohol!

Steyr: "..."

【You're right! I've always thought that Joe was shifty-eyed and nothing like you, tall and handsome. Look at your hardworking hands! Joe must be jealous of your talent!】

"Why aren't you saying anything today? My eyesight isn't good, so stop showing me notes."

Harik had barely managed to make out the contents of the note, and he wouldn't have bothered with Steyer if he weren't a regular here.

Steyer pointed to his throat, about to speak, when he suddenly saw two familiar figures in the distance, clearly James and Gro, while Ria was already walking towards them, seemingly exchanging words.

Almost without thinking, Steyer dropped the note and rushed over, slamming his hand on the table. He placed his bent throat on the table, then pointed at his throat and cursed silently in anger.

"You found the trachea? Congratulations."

Gro looked at the throat tube on the table, then at him.

"Woo!"

"Do you want me to help you put it back?"

"Woo!"

Can you promise you won't say anything inappropriate again?

"Woo!"

"This is the last time. If there's a next time, I'll throw your throat into the giant whale of the Gotti Sea. If you want to speak sooner, go look for it in its dung."

As he spoke, Gro picked up the throat tube, which suddenly turned into a clump of grayish-white powder. Under the influence of supernatural power, the powder was blown by the wind towards Steyr's throat.

He coughed painfully, clutching his neck, and soon, to his surprise, he found that he had regained his ability to speak.

(End of this chapter)