They all call me the Outer God

The key is faith. Although most of them don't know each other, and when they meet on the road, they have a strange intention to worship at most. But if Riya doesn't activate those beliefs, they can become normal passers-by and not disturb each other.

"Our purpose is free trade."

Riya looked at the eyes that appeared on the back of his hand for a few seconds. It suddenly bent up, and his upper and lower eyelids squinted, as if to express a happy mood.

However, not long after, the quarrel next door became fierce again. Something heavy hit the wall. According to Riya's rich experience, it was the cabinet at the head of the bed that was thrown this time.

After the cabinet hit the wall, the things inside "clattered" and scattered all over the floor. It was obviously a noisy sound, but it only seemed very kind to Riya's ears.

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He was very relieved that he could finally have a few normal neighbors.

Although normal neighbors shouldn't quarrel every day, they suddenly seemed amiable in comparison with the Sea Ren Fishman incident.

Amid the commotion, the hotel staff soon arrived at their door and knocked on it, ordering them to stop arguing and not to destroy the things in the hotel room, otherwise they would immediately report their crimes to the Church of the Sun and send them to the Tribunal.

Upon hearing the church, the couple instantly calmed down.

Leah opened the door and turned to look at the neighboring couple who shrank like hen after being warned by the room service staff, and did not see their so-called "child".

It seems that the werewolf Dalenya is really relieved, and this may be a good thing for her.

But... it turns out that whether there are children or not, the neighboring couple can always quarrel for various reasons.

Now that they are suppressed by the church and the Tribunal, the two quickly quiet down, and the room service staff is not as "hospitable" and "polite" as they were during the previous rain festival.

They changed their service direction, with an attitude of "You can live here if you want, or you can leave if you don't." The bullying couple could do nothing about them and could only stop arguing temporarily.

"Should I say it's a good thing that neither of them has a gun? I don't want to live next to a neighbor who is fighting with guns every day, although it is very likely that only a few gunshots will kill the neighbor."

Riya shook his head. He thought it was good to have a quarrel next door. It would be abnormal if two people stood in front of the window and started to grow scales all over their bodies without doing anything.

"Woo! Woo woo woo!"

It was unclear whether it was an illusion, but Riya's ears heard "woo woo" again.

And the sound seemed to come from downstairs through the window.

Riya returned to the room and looked out the window. She found that Style was standing below and waving his hands towards this side. After seeing him, the "woo woo" sound became louder.

"..."

Riya hurried downstairs and asked him why he was here. Style gestured for a long time, and finally took out a piece of paper and wrote a sentence on the paper with a not very beautiful font.

[I came to have a drink with you]

"Just for this?"

Style blinked, suddenly remembered that there was something else important, and hurriedly grabbed the pen to continue writing on the paper.

[If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that I came here because Gro told me that he left my throat in the back kitchen of the hotel. If we don't hurry to find it, it might be cooked soon! ! ! ]

It's not a good thing to have a throat in the hands of a chef. Style must find his own throat and put it back, otherwise the new throat may not grow back for a long time, and during this period, the prophet who can't speak is a waste.

The written words have no predictive effect at all.

Knowing his situation, Lia decided to help Style and quickly took him to the back kitchen, where there was smoke and fire, and several chefs wearing white hats were preparing food. They didn't even look up when they saw them coming.

Lia looked at the fire in the pot and sighed at the superb skills of the chefs. For example, he would never let the pot catch fire unless he asked Chaofan for help.

"Do you have a throat here? Probably..."

"Woo!" Styre stretched out his hand to measure the length, and Ria understood and turned to explain to the chef.

"It's about this long."

A chef tasted the thick soup in the pot and threw a few thick pieces of potato into it.

"Throat? Who would eat something with such a strong fishy smell? Only people who have nothing to eat would chew it several times. That thing is used to throw to slaves as dinner."

Several chefs laughed. Styre's hope was ignited when he heard this. Since the throat was not eaten by people with unique tastes, he still had hope to find it.

Maybe it can be found in the garbage dump, or it may be hidden in a corner of the back kitchen by Gro.

Ria focused on the thick soup at this time. He found that the surface of the soup was floating with red foam and fishy smell, and the chef kept adding potatoes to it, which was indeed abnormal.

So he walked over, pushed the chef aside, and fished out a few times with a spoon. As expected, he fished out a curled throat, but the throat had been boiled to shrink and turned white, looking quite miserable.

"Who told you to do this?" Ria asked him. Looking at Ria's face, the chef didn't know why he was inexplicably panicked, and he didn't dare to lie, so he quickly explained what happened.

He said that a tall man wearing a beak mask gave him this thing and let him do whatever he wanted with it. The chef wanted to create a new soup, so he simply threw the throat into the potato soup, and the taste was indeed different from usual.

Now, the truth was revealed. Ria walked to the pool and soaked the cooked throat several times. After confirming that it was not hot, she handed it to Style: "Why don't you try to see if it can still be used? If not, eat it, and don't waste it--

Ah, sorry, I forgot that you can't eat without a throat."

Style took the throat and held it in his palm. The throat was cold, and his heart was cold too.

The Endles people don't have a rich variety of food. People here, whether chefs or ordinary people, are not very good at cooking. Common methods include frying, deep-frying, roasting, boiling, etc. The cooked meat will inexplicably have a bit of wildness, in other words, it is fishy.

They slaughter animals without bleeding, use a more humane treatment method, and there are not too many seasonings in the side dishes. The main highlight is the original color of the ingredients.

So, just cooking a throat filled the air with a fishy smell and an inexplicable sour smell.

Style looked at his throat, feeling very complicated. He wiped his face and resolutely raised his gun to the chef.

The whole kitchen was in chaos.

A few minutes later, Style and Leah left the hotel.

He didn't shoot in the end.

It wasn't because he couldn't bear it, but he found that his bullets were all gone when he shot Gro, and he felt embarrassed to install bullets in front of everyone, so he could only write a note to let them go.