They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 90 My New Job

Lia looked at the other person's face: "It seems you are very proud of your lens-making skills, madam. I must see them sometime. By the way... what is your name?"

"My name is..."

"What was my name again?" The old woman tremblingly reached for the notebook on the table, a memo she had prepared herself or that her assistant had written for her.

She opened the first page, adjusted her glasses, and carefully scanned the first line of records.

"Oh right, my name is Ilint Hodgson. You've come at the right time. Our library is indeed short-staffed. Since you want to apply for a job and you don't have any missing limbs or any major problems, then you can stay."

Ilint closed the hard cover of the notebook and looked up at the IV drip on the metal frame next to her.

"Martha...Martha, come help me change my dressing."

"Martha!"

"..."

"Damn it, Martha took leave recently, how could I forget about this? I even hung this medicine bottle up myself."

Ilint looked at the medicine bottle on the other side of the table: "You said your name is Ria Kelcha, right? Can you help me change my medicine, Ria?"

In Endeleurs, people usually address each other by their surnames as a sign of respect. Of course, if people are particularly familiar with each other, or if an elder wants to express affection for a younger person, they will address each other by their first name.

In addition, some people are used to being called by their surname for a long time. These titles vary from person to person, but Lia prefers to choose her favorite title from her surname and given name. Generally, people who are not of noble birth would not care about this.

“Of course.” In response to Ms. Ilint’s request, Ria nodded, picked up the medicine bottle, walked to her side, and replaced the original medicine bottle.

The new medicine bottle had no label whatsoever, making it impossible to guess what medicine was inside or what illness Irina had contracted.

However, it's understandable for an elderly person of this age to be on IV drips all day.

Lia asked her, "Do you need to receive this medication every day?"

"Me? My organs are already aging, and I'm only kept alive by these IV drips."

Ilint looked at the needles on the back of her withered hand, seemingly dissatisfied with her physical condition.

“Now I have to carry this metal frame with me everywhere I go, it’s really a pain. It’s good that you’re here. From now on you will be the new librarian, and we will pay you a salary at the end of each month.”

"What are your salary requirements?" she asked.

"I'm a pretty easygoing person, so just go by your usual standards."

That was Lia's answer.

He appeared incredibly humble, almost like someone who was indifferent to money.

Irene nodded, a satisfied smile on her face, her upper and lower eyelids sticking together again with eye discharge.

She put Ria in charge of the rooms along the entire east corridor of the library. Although the original owner had abandoned the place, its former glory was still evident from the scale of the buildings.

Now, its glory has faded like the years since its new owner took its place. The walls and many neglected books are covered with dust and cobwebs, while Ria's residence is at the far end of the corridor, which is full of books, almost like a warehouse of books.

Besides that, it also has a simple bed and a set of wooden table and chairs, with a few lamps on the ceiling. The lighting is rather dim, but these are not major problems.

Ria walked into her room, holding a name tag that Ms. Ilint had given her that read "Liberal Librarian".

Of course, the accommodation is just that—accommodation. During work hours, Ria still needs to patrol her assigned area, helping those looking for books find them. In her free time, she can sit at her post and read. It's a very good job.

Lia thought to herself.

But for Ms. Ilint Hod, Ria couldn't help but be concerned about her health.

Rather than being concerned, he was more suspicious of the woman's identity. However, her illness did not seem to be contamination. As people age, all sorts of diseases, big and small, will stick to them like maggots clinging to bones, and few people can escape this fate.

Many people are now in a sub-healthy state, and the high intensity of work leaves them with no time to exercise or get some sunlight.

"So it's normal for her to get sick. I hope she recovers soon." Ria sat on the edge of the bed and let little Swarth out. After it came out, it began to look around and observe its surroundings.

"Let's clean the house; this will be our new place to live from now on."

Lia took a piece of candy out of her pocket and handed it to it. It was a freebie given out by a speaker on the street, who was telling people to resist high-intensity work and refuse to work overtime.

In Adeline, people have died from exhaustion due to excessive overtime work, and discontent among citizens is growing.

In order to attract passersby to listen to the speeches, they could only choose to distribute some items to attract crowds, hoping to draw the attention of the upper class to the needs of the masses by expanding the scale of the supporters.

And Ria, of course, supports them.

So Ria got a large piece of candy, but he didn't really like candy, so he gave it to little Swarth.

Little Swarth saw its host give it something it was reluctant to eat, and immediately opened its mouth to take it in one bite. The sweet taste made it so happy that it wagged its tail feathers.

"what about the taste?"

"Gurgle." It was quite satisfied.

Seeing this, Ria touched the tentacles that were floating out of its body: "Go clean the room. We'll be starting new work soon."

Little Swarth nodded.

It uses its tentacles to close the door, ensuring that no one can enter halfway through.

Then, it completely transformed into a large mass of tentacles that made a "bubbling" sound. These tentacles continued to spread and soon covered half of the room.

The tentacles, intertwined and constantly wriggling, once again reminded Ria of the horsehair worms of that time.

These substances are even more terrifying than horsehair worms. Their surfaces are not smooth, but covered with tiny particles that are difficult to see with the naked eye. Golden eyes can emerge from these particles at any time, helping them to better detect directions and smells.

While the tentacles were cleaning the room, Ria leisurely made herself a cup of tea, lit a kerosene lamp, and began to read a book by its light.

This is a "Beginner's Guide to Librarianship". Since Ria has found this job, he will not be perfunctory. He will play each role perfectly, regardless of whether they are memes he is about to encounter.

"With so many books, I'm sure I won't be bored for a long time to come."

As she spoke, Ria continued to browse through the books on the table, while the mythical creature diligently cleaned the room.

Its tentacles will not miss any corner of dust and spider webs, and it will not even let go of spiders, directly using its tentacles to wrap them into its body.

The covers and edges of the pages of those books needed cleaning, which seemed like a very difficult task, but Little Swarth had a way of completing the task assigned by his host in just a few minutes.

(End of this chapter)