They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 91 The Plague Doctor
It thought it was very impressive, after all, not all creatures could multitask like it. While cleaning, it even had the leisure to extend a tentacle and rest it on Ria's shoulder, watching him read a book.

Several eyes appeared on the black tentacles, which affectionately rubbed against the host's neck.

Its outward appearance only requires two eyes, but if Little Swarth wishes, it can expose all the eyes on its body like Ria.

Just as Ria said, it parasitizes the host's body and has long since infiltrated every cell. There is no need for the two of them to separate from each other. Ria can borrow its body and abilities, and the same is true for mythical creatures.

Little Swarth can control the thoughts and actions of living beings, but it never does this to Ria.

This is probably the unique gentleness of mythical creatures.

"Gurgle—" The tentacle with several eyes rolled its eyeballs, which turned in different directions. The light from the kerosene lamp made the colors of those eyes even more vivid.

An hour later, Ria had a general grasp of everything the librarian needed to do, while little Swarth was still covered in tentacles that filled the entire room, with a few even draped over him.

Seeing that Ria had stood up, the tentacles quickly wrapped around the cane beside the bed and handed it to him.

Lia said with some helplessness, "I carry a cane to use as a weapon, not because I'm disabled."

He was thinking about what weapon could easily blend in with people's attention without being noticed, and after thinking about it, he came up with the idea of ​​a walking stick.

When customizing this cane, Ria paid special attention to its sturdiness, making it a decent self-defense item.

"Aww." Little Swarth waved its tentacles twice, indicating that it understood. It had also just taken advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention outside to do a quick clean-up.

Now that everything is clean and tidy, its obsessive-compulsive disorder is greatly satisfied.

Ria didn't quite understand what aspects of its obsessive-compulsive disorder were manifesting, but as long as it understood them on its own, that was fine.

Half a minute later, Ria reached out and pulled off the tentacles that were trying to crawl into his eyes, watching them shrink rapidly and transform back into the shape of a four-clawed owl.

In an instant, the room became much brighter, and the air was no longer filled with the smell of dust and decay.

"Ow."

Little Swarth licked his paw, then rubbed his head with it before burrowing back into his host's body to sleep, while Ria pushed open the door and went to her post.

The rooms filled with books were so large they were practically mazes, and it took the young man several minutes to find his "desk".

He sat down and tidied everything on the table to his liking, while silently reciting what he needed to do.

As a librarian, he needs to establish various management rules and regulations for the library, promptly code and shelve new books, properly store the collection, and ensure security.

In addition, it is also necessary to organize book procurement, be responsible for the daily management of the library, and complete the collection, sorting, shelving and lending of books and periodicals.

This was not easy, but Ria did not forget his main purpose. He found all the books about magic according to the book classification list on one layer and organized them all on the bookshelf closest to him for easy reference.

It was a day later that I had prepared everything I needed.

Many people came to borrow books during this time, and Ms. Ilint also came to visit him, but Ria felt that it was really unnecessary.

She seemed to enjoy talking to young people, and in the evening she brought food to visit Ria. She tripped over a crack in the floorboards as soon as she entered, and if little Swartz hadn't quietly cushioned her fall, this lady might have had to say goodbye to her library forever.

“Aging is a terrible thing.” Ilint watched as Ria helped the metal frame up and changed the medicine bottle. “I understand how you feel, but you should stay where you are.”

Ilint froze, and after a long while, she touched her head and said, "What was I trying to do again?"

She couldn't remember for a long time, and then she looked up and said, "Oh right, I want to give this to you, child."

As she spoke, she took out a pair of reading glasses from her pocket and handed them to Ria: "These are very useful. You can see things clearly when you wear them, but they hurt your ears a little."

“…” Ria took the glasses. Although they were of little use to him, he accepted them nonetheless.

He helped the old woman carry the iron frame back to her place. The old woman was drowsy the whole way until she saw her table again.

Several people with double-gear badges hanging around her neck stood in front of her table. When Lia saw this, she paused slightly, then smiled and helped the old woman back to her long, curved table.

He didn't speak, but the group of people were the first to greet Ilint: "Ms. Hord, how have you been lately?"

"Ah...you are, wait, let me think, are you junior investigators?"

Ilint's expression relaxed a bit: "You've worked hard, kids. Go to the self-service beverage area and have some freshly brewed coffee. I hope you'll like the books here."

"Of course, ma'am!"

The group chatted and laughed as they walked toward the book section, not noticing Lia's identity. However, as they entered, they suddenly stopped, their faces turning ashen.

Inside the book section, someone was reading a book, and there was a steaming cup of coffee on the table.

These are not the key points.

What alarmed the investigators was that the person reading the book was wearing a bird-beak mask.

It was none other than the plague doctor who had come to read during his break from work!
The doctor turned a page of paper, slowly raised his head, and saw the investigators' astonished and resentful eyes reflected in his glasses.

"What's wrong? The library is a public place. Is it strange to see a doctor here?"

He propped his head up with one hand, seemingly puzzled. After a moment, the doctor changed his sitting posture: "You guys are trying to arrest patients, but you can't do anything to us. Put away your inexplicable hostility, you bunch of ill-mannered people."

"You!" An investigator angrily tried to step forward, but was stopped by someone.

"You came here just to read books?"

“Otherwise, do you think I’m here to care about our disorderly people? I’ve lived this long, and I don’t want to be tied to patients and become their caregivers at such a young age. There have to be some freedom-loving people among the secret keepers.”

The doctor spread his hands: "It's rare for me to find time to read. If you don't leave, I don't mind making you all disappear from this world completely."

"Ignore him, he's not someone we can handle."

Several investigators quickly turned and went elsewhere, while the doctor became cheerful as if he had won a victory.

(End of this chapter)