They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 79 Believers
Lia was stunned; he hadn't expected that he would handle so many orders so soon after he started learning.

Harik was so busy he was practically ready to flip the table, and he had already cursed the manager and his family in his mind. Naturally, he didn't have time to wait for Ria to spend several months completing all the courses before helping him.

From Harik's tone, you could tell that his anger was enough to burn the entire tavern to the ground.

This, of course, gave Ria plenty of room to improvise. He hung his coat and hat on a hanger to the side, and the combination of his shirt and woolen black vest made him look quite presentable, and he also appeared much cleaner and more neat.

"Let me see... the godfather of cocktails."

60 ml of Bright Rye Whiskey

15 ml of almond liqueur
Four to six ice cubes.

Place ice cubes in a glass, pour in the whiskey and amaretto, and stir well…

As Lia looked around, she selected materials and began working on them. Despite multitasking, her movements were dazzling to behold.

With one hand, he neatly cut the ice blocks into pieces with a few "crackling" sounds. The cube-shaped ice fragments were crystal clear, and he used his knife to smooth out the sharp edges, making them as smooth as newly cut gemstones.

The process was incredibly relaxing; the sound of metal scraping through ice was breathtaking. The drunks around them had hoped to make a fool of themselves and amuse themselves, but the young man did an unexpectedly good job.

Gradually, people's attitudes softened.

Beginners often struggle with cutting ice blocks by using too little or too much force. The ice in Baisher is collected by people and stored in ice cellars during the winter, making it very hard, and it can easily crack if you're not careful.

But Ria didn't encounter such a problem at all. The knife in his hand was like an organ that was naturally grown on his hand. It was exceptionally flexible to use, and even the hardest ice could not withstand the gentle sliding of that sharp blade.

"it is good!"

"so amazing!"

"I never imagined I'd witness such a miracle in my lifetime; it's truly an amazing sight!!!"

The patrons gathered around the bar, deeply moved. They didn't know why, but now whenever they saw Ria, they couldn't help but want to look up to him. Everything he did seemed perfect and worthy of praise in their eyes.

Even if what he placed on the table wasn't ice, but human organs, they would still find his actions wonderful.

Ria felt a lump in her throat, but outwardly she acted swiftly, completing the order in just twenty minutes and placing fifteen glasses of wine on the table for them to help themselves.

Performing in front of believers is not fulfilling at all; they only offer praise and don't give any of the advice that Ria wants.

And this is after the faith has been suppressed; it's hard to imagine how fanatical and fervent these people would become without suppression.

His performance was a success, but the audience was less than satisfied.

“No, this performance is completely unacceptable. I need to find other people who haven’t been completely ‘contaminated’ by their faith.”

If he accepts self-hypnotic praise and performs it to his advantage, he won't even know how he died.

Ria has done a great job, but he is still very strict with himself. To play the role of the "magician," he must find the right audience and not waste any performance opportunities.

Just as he was pondering and falling into self-doubt, Steyer ran to the bar and squeezed in: "James said you're learning bartending here, come and give me a taste, I want the most complicated 'Tears of the Magi'."

A few minutes later, Steyer, who had successfully obtained a glass of "Tears of the Magi," watched as Ria left the bar and stood at the door, his thoughts unclear.

Steyer gave up guessing and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Brother Harik, the wine your apprentice makes tastes much better than yours."

"Don't provoke me, don't talk to me. If I get emotional and faint, none of you will get any wine."

The dark circles under Harik's eyes deepened, as if he were about to mutate into a superhuman being.

Seeing his condition, everyone stopped pressuring him and told him to finish the seventy-eight orders he had accumulated and then go and get some rest.

"The world should just end sooner rather than later. I hate my job."

The bartender's lament filled the tavern once again. ...

In the evening, Ria sat in the corner feeding little Swarth.

It eats everything, and you can also order food at the tavern. With these two factors combined, everyone shared their leftovers with it.

A passerby saw it and asked Ria what it was. Ria pointed to the mythical creature and said it was a cat. Anyway, it was pitch black, and the tavern was dimly lit, so a normal person couldn't tell what kind of creature it was.

So the drinkers believed it to be true.

The tavern was filled with a constant cacophony of "meows," but not a single sound came from a cat.

Lia watched them play and warned little Swarth not to eat people indiscriminately.

It reluctantly agreed.

Its feelings at this moment were like seeing a bunch of fragrant, wriggling roast chickens holding up a bottle cap full of water for it to drink from, but the roast chickens could only be looked at and not eaten.

This is truly torture for mythical creatures.

……

"It's another pleasant day, by the way—"

“Friend, are you leaving tomorrow?” Steyr asked Ria.

Ria nodded.

He recounted his next plan to cross the Gaikoso Mountains to promote economic development in the other region.

Although Steyr didn't understand what he meant by "promoting economic development," he still told Ria to be especially careful of pickpockets in the vicinity before taking the steam train.

“Children steal things at train stations. They are very quick, and often the money is gone before you even notice anything is wrong.”

"We are all out of control, so why should we be afraid of others stealing our things?"

"Don't underestimate those kids. When I first came to Grani, I didn't know anything. I saw a pitiful child on the roadside and gave him some food. When I turned around, my pockets were empty, and I didn't know where the child had run off to."

"Okay, I've written it down."

Ria remembered Steyer's words, then called Little Swarth and left the tavern.

"I'm going out for a walk. See you tomorrow."

After saying this, he put on his coat, top hat, and walking towards the door with his cane.

Thirty minutes later, Ria returned to the hotel. He packed his belongings, stuffed them into Little Swarth's body, and then knocked on the door of the next room.

"Bang bang bang."

"Who?"

The husband from the couple in room 302 came out to open the door. After seeing the person in front of him, the person suddenly opened several golden eyes on his face.

The man was instantly terrified, a chill running down his spine, but it wasn't fear; it was excitement... excitement to the point of near suffocation.

“Praise be to trade.” He bowed his head.

"Keep quiet." Ria walked around him and entered the room, then told the woman inside to shut up. Next, he found the gift box that the hotel had given him during the Great Rain Festival.

(End of this chapter)