They all call me the Outer God

Viscount Xikar was killed for no reason, and the clown used the explosion to cause panic among the people, trying to shift the focus to the disordered.

The disordered were already excluded by everyone, and any dirty water could be thrown at them. The consequence of this is that everyone believes that the death of the viscount was the work of the disordered, and they have a stronger malice towards them.

This malice conceals the truth of the matter.

So where did the clown come from in the beginning?

Obviously, a friendly brother of the viscount communicated with the clown in advance, asking him to arouse the appreciation of Viscount Xikar, and then find a place to kill him and frame him completely.

The viscount died, and he had no offspring, so who would eventually take the position was a very strange answer.

"You are really making a big move, and the butler in front is probably your brother's original butler."

Leo's face darkened, and he almost bit his back teeth, but Leah just smiled.

"Don't show that scary expression. I have no interest in the grudge between you. That person is dead, and now you are the viscount. Isn't this a done deal?"

"You may not know that I am a businessman. It is really difficult to develop something in South Adelin without connections.

Just think of it as mutual benefit. I will support you and cast my vote of approval. This is the purpose of my trip."

"What do you think, Viscount Xikar?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly laughed together. The "prey" in the distance finally fell to the ground under the heavy burden.

Leo finally left.

And Lia, who got a satisfactory answer, quietly found the seriously injured butler and tried to save him with the witch's potion.

He pulled out the arrow and sprinkled some healing potion on the other's wound. The wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye without leaving any scars.

This is just a flesh wound, not involving the extraordinary, and it is easier to heal.

"You're fine..."

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Before Riya finished speaking, the other party retreated backwards with all his limbs as if he had seen a ghost. He walked a few steps closer helplessly: "Come, look into my eyes."

The butler looked up and saw only dense golden light in the night.

"Praise trade--" He suddenly had dull eyes and muttered to himself.

Riya: "Leave here now, go back and praise how excellent Leo Sikar is, let more people accept him, and it would be best to find a group of people who can follow him without thinking."

The butler's face showed a trace of fear: "Then how should I face Leo in the future... Master."

"You don't have to worry about this problem. It's still unknown whether he can go back alive. Even if he can, I don't plan to let him be a 'smart man'."

Riya pulled the butler up and asked him to leave here. When necessary, go to the Order Association to report this place and ask them to send someone over.

The butler didn't understand what Riya meant, but he did it anyway. The moment he regained consciousness, he left here without any regrets.

And Riya could finally go back and sleep peacefully.

Before falling asleep, he prayed that nothing would happen. Fortunately, he only dreamed of a family walking on the beach. There was nothing special about it.

It was very plain, but it might not be a bad thing.

At dawn the next day, Riya was awakened by a knock on the door. He opened his eyes and saw a bunch of twisted tentacles slowly approaching the door, as if they wanted to pierce the people outside into a honeycomb. When he saw Riya wake up, he turned back to his original appearance, blinked twice, and rolled on the ground.

"..."

Riya changed into his training clothes quickly and got up in silence, took back the mythical creature, walked to the door and opened it.

"Good morning, student Kercha, thank you for getting up after others have finished running several laps. Now you just need to go directly to breakfast."

The staff were very polite, even if they cursed, but Riya didn't think it was a mistake to get up late. He just followed the other party's words and continued: "Praise the sun, how do you know I'm hungry? Let's go to eat now."

As he said, he walked out of the single room, closed the door, and followed the staff's instructions to the restaurant.

The consequence of not strictly requiring students to practice is that the pass rate of the certificate will become very low, but this is just a club after all, not the army, and there are people willing to give them tips, so their service attitude can certainly be perfect.

This may be a habit developed by some nobles who come to take the exam.

Anyway, the certificate is for yourself, and no one has the obligation to force you to do anything. Even if you can't pass the exam in this life, it has nothing to do with them.

Anyway, it's other people's money, and the staff are eager for them to take more exams.

"This is probably freedom."

Riya thought for a while, and soon they came to the restaurant, and the breakfast was exquisite white bread, milk and bacon, and other things could be selected at the window.

He ordered a cup of coffee to refresh himself, added a sugar cube and two spoons of milk to the coffee and stirred it evenly, and this was a perfect drink.

"Pada."

Riya put the metal spoon on the mat specially for placing spoons, picked up the white cup and blew the hot air above, took a sip and started to pick up the magazine on the table to read.

The content above is the classification and selling price of guns. There are even guns that are so rare that they can only be seen at auctions. The huge auction amount also makes Leah's eyes brighter and brighter.

"The starting price of 2.83 billion gold coins... Well, it's hard not to be tempted."

This price is certainly frightening, and the most important thing is that this thing is not even a mysterious item, but is made by a master and has collection value.

Where there is demand, there is a market, and where there is a market, there is supply.

But these money are just for viewing. The gap between people is sometimes like the size difference between the sun and the moon, or even more exaggerated than that.

If he can make this money one day, Riya will certainly be very happy, but now he can only look at these and try to suppress the extraordinary nature of black business.

"You can't eat a fat man in one breath. I have to take it slowly. Too much haste will only send me to the prison of the Order Association in advance."

If it is a tactician meme, I believe that selling these things will play a significant role in interpretation. Riya also plans to consider this kind of meme later.

Thinking about it, he cut the bacon in front of him into small pieces with a knife and fork, stuffed it into the center of the bread that was also cut into small pieces, and fed it to Little Shival.

It still ate very happily, and it was very happy from the fact that it bit Riya's arm from time to time.

Although these things did not suit its taste.

Riya found that it seemed to prefer fresh human flesh, but normal people would not feed it that kind of thing casually, let alone kill people to feed it.

If the mythical creature was in the wild now, then the mere act of eating it would be completely hostile to everyone.