They all call me the Outer God

Music can be a medium for spreading emotions. At this moment, Riya also felt the enthusiasm of the so-called delusion of "entertainment to death".

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"That band is a brass band that has been formed for a few months. Although they only have a dozen people, they can blow out the momentum of thirty people with a dozen people."

"It's a good idea to let a heavy metal band stimulate consumption in a place like a pub."

Riya refilled his wine, and Harik was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that you don't like drinking, but you can drink a lot."

"It's just so-so." Riya put the empty wine glass on the table again and looked around. Most of the people in the pub were young people under 30 years old. Alcohol and heavy metal music stimulated their brain membranes, filling them with spiritual pleasure, and at the same time paralyzed these people's unhappiness with life.

They shook their heads and beat the rhythm with the music, and they could say anything.

During this period, someone saw Riya sitting alone in a seat drinking by himself, and he looked quite outstanding, so they approached him and gathered beside him.

Riya turned her head and looked at the newcomer: "Why are you so close? Do I look like a woman?"

"Who said that there can't be some happy things between the same sex? Beautiful things always attract pity."

"You don't attract pity." Riya said succinctly.

"The church does not allow such quirks. Once discovered, they will be sentenced to death. I don't want to report a stranger I just met.

So, give me all the money you have, I can help you keep it a secret, and no one will know your underground little quirk, just like no one knows that the Pope of Wins Town likes little boys."

"...Oh, now everyone knows." Riya spread his hands with a bad taste, and the people around him laughed.

This was just a small episode, but it made someone who couldn't control his desire to harass lose all the money on him.

Including coins, the total was a piece of paper plus fifteen swars. The money was not much, but it made this person lose face.

When he walked out of the tavern, he happened to run into a regular customer of the tavern. He knew this person, named Style, who was a freak who liked to curse people. If anyone wanted to test their fortune today, it would be right to go to the Baixel Tavern to wait for him.

"See, I said you were not suitable to go out today, especially not suitable to drink."

"Yes, yes, you are right... You are the best in cursing people in the whole Grani, no one can match you."

The man rolled his eyes, and then saw Style showing off his brand new belt, the belt was smooth in color, and it didn't look like ordinary leather at all.

"This color... Where did you get the wild animal skin? White crocodile?"

"This is my secret."

Style put down his shirt to cover his new belt: "I hope you can come to me tomorrow to read your fortune. I bought a new white crystal ball."

"Where is the original one?"

"I was called a liar and I broke it."

"You deserve it."

The man finally regained his self-esteem from somewhere and walked out of the Baixel Tavern with a swagger. Style also pushed the door and walked into the tavern, taking out his new crystal ball from the package and weighing it for a few times.

"Hey! Does anyone want to read their fortune today?"

He shouted: "Have mercy on your old friend, only one Shiwa, it's a good deal!"

"You dare to come here!?" A burly man with tattoos on his back heard his voice, stood up and grabbed his new crystal ball and smashed it on the ground. The violent sound of the crystal breaking just happened to be stuck in the climax of the heavy metal band's tune, causing the air to vibrate.

This performance was unprecedentedly successful.

"Last time you said I would have shit luck, but I stepped on shit as soon as I left the house. Believe it or not, I will beat you up every time I see you!?"

"Don't be like that. Just tell me if this is shit luck or not."

Style tried to explain, but suddenly found a new face in the tavern. He immediately ignored the threat of the strong man, squatted on the ground, picked up the crystal fragments one by one into the bag, and rushed towards Leah.

"New friend!"

"Want to test your fortune today, new friend! One Shival, very cost-effective."

Riya poured the last sip of wine in the glass into his throat, and saw things with double vision. When he looked at Style, he saw him as two people: "So expensive? No test."

"Ah, did you hear it wrong? One Shival."

"One is too expensive for me."

Riya looked at his bulging package: "And your crystal is broken, what can I use to test my fortune."

"Use your heart."

"Fortune is the direction of a person's luck for a day, which is closely related to the zodiac sign, blood type, and geographical location.

Style covered his chest and looked at Riya eagerly. After a few seconds, he suddenly frowned.

"Strange. "

He found that he could not see Riya's fortune.

The man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face changed. He felt that the tumor on the side of his shoulder began to grow and spread at an abnormal speed.

He quickly covered his shoulder and looked around. Riya also took out a coin at this time.

"Maybe I didn't pay, so you can't see any fortune. Now let's make a formal transaction."

After saying that, he threw the Shiwa in his hand to the other party, and the other party took it, and the pain in his body stopped growing in an instant.

At the same time, Style also doubted Riya's identity.

"Friend, this is not the place to talk. "

As he said that, he pulled Ria to a remote corner of the tavern. Ria's expression was no longer as drunk as before, but now she was sober.

"You are also out of order."

Steyer watched Riya sit down opposite him and said with certainty: "And your luck is quite bad. You will die in less than three days."

"It doesn't matter. Judging from your reaction... Are you a colleague? It's really a surprise to meet a kind colleague now. Let me guess what meme you are.

I guess prophet. "

"How did you know!?"

"You were too obvious."

"How is that possible! Grani has no shortage of magicians.

In short, as long as you are not a patient outside the organization, we are friends rather than enemies. I can only advise you to leave Grani within three days, otherwise something irreversible will happen. "

Riya: "Death is not a bad thing."

"That would be great, but it's a pity that we are disordered people and cannot die so easily. We can only survive on the edge of death countless times, watching ourselves being swallowed by the pollution disease, and the situation is getting worse day by day."

"So in order to cure the disease, I'm trying to reach for the second meme," Style laments.

"What have you been exposed to?"

"..."

Stair was a little embarrassed to say it, and lowered his head. If you don't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear his voice: "It's the easiest meme to interpret - [Idiot]."