They all call me the Outer God

"It looks good. Did you do it yourself?"

Riya looked at the cookies on the plate: "How much?"

“Two Shivall buy a pack, sir.

The boy wiped his face with the back of his hand. His face was dirty, but his hands were very clean and his nails were cut neatly, as if he was afraid of leaving an unhygienic impression on the guests.

"Then, I'll buy two packs of biscuits."

Riya held a cane in one hand and took out four shivalls from his pocket with the other hand and handed them to the boy. The boy took the money and left. When his back was turned to Riya, he heard him say thank you politely.

hiss--

The boy's smile was almost twisted.

Not only did he have four Shivalls in his hand, but he also had a wallet that was stolen when Ria wasn't paying attention in his sleeves. No one could see clearly when he did it. If such a method could be seen clearly, then he would Not worthy of being called a thief.

The boy hurried to the back of a nearby house and showed off his trophy with a group of children.

"Look, I stole the wallet of a pretentious fool. People nowadays are so stupid that they didn't even notice that their wallet was lost.

You don’t know, but when I gave him the wrapped expired food just now, he thanked me, hahahaha, it was so hilarious.

How can anyone thank someone else after paying money. "

The boy continued to laugh, but he didn't notice that the companions around him were looking at him more and more strangely.

Finally, a fat boy stood up, with veins popping out on his head: "Bart, why are you holding my wallet!?"

"What?" Bart was stunned. He looked at the wallet in his hand and found that it did look strange, but his fat companion said that he had just stolen it. Then it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and now it appeared in Bart's hand.

"You stole my new wallet!"

"impossible!"

Bart shook his head repeatedly, frowning so hard he could kill a fly, "What I stole was the wallet of the man wearing the monocle. I can be sure that I took this thing out of his pocket."

"You still dare to lie?" The fat kid raised his fist and tried to hit him, but Bart couldn't beat him and quickly gave up.

"I'll give you my wallet back, don't hit me!"

"Too late!!!"

Seeing that the fat kid's fist was about to hit him in the face, Bart quickly reacted——

"Could it be that he stole your wallet? Yes, that's definitely the case. I helped you find your wallet. They can all testify that I didn't even approach you over there just now. You have no reason to continue beating me."

"Really?" The fat boy stopped his fists and turned to look at the other children. Those children nodded one after another, but one child with freckles did not raise his head.

For a long time, he hesitated: "I stole this wallet."

The child on the side touched his pocket, and extreme panic surged into his heart: "This wallet seems to be... mine."

"Wait, where's the wallet I stole?"

"Me...my wallet too!?"

"..."

Back and forth, four or five kids reported missing wallets, and the wallet looked a bit like the one they had stolen.

At this moment, everyone fell into an eerie silence.

"What the hell is going on, are we seeing a ghost?"

Bart subconsciously bit his nails, biting his already short nails even shorter.

A ridiculous thought came to his mind.

Could all this be done by that person...that man wearing a high hat and holding a cane?

He watched a thief take the wallet, approached the thief, stole the wallet and put it into someone else's pocket, and watched the next thief attack that person and steal his wallet again, and so on.

"But why he would do this, it doesn't make sense."

"And this is simply impossible. Even Bianca, the best thief among us, can't do it."

Bart comforted himself and told himself not to think too much. Maybe the wallets everyone stole just looked alike.

No, this is no longer a question of resemblance.

The point is that their actions have been discovered by someone, and that person is toying with them like a cat observing a mouse.

"We can't steal anymore today, run away, this situation is not normal at all, this is haunted."

"But if we steal such a wallet, Dead John will definitely punish us and not give us anything to eat."

"You'd better not say that in front of him, and aren't there cookies?"

Bart pointed to the iron plate in his arms, and the fat boy grabbed a handful and put it into his mouth to chew. Soon, he spit it all out on the ground with a "bah bah bah".

"It tastes really bad. I might as well eat dirt if I eat these."

"The new guy, there's nothing you can do if you dislike him." Bart ignored the fat kid's anger and looked at the dark mountains in the distance, fear rising in his heart.

This group of people actually wanted to leave Grani and approach Gekso Mountain. You must know that the people who took the steam monster to the other side of the mountain never came back.

Dead John said that the idea of ​​children running into the mountains to escape from him was a complete joke.

Monsters prowl the mountains and kill people mercilessly.

It engulfs train after train, and Bart has no idea why people are even approaching it.

They are all orphans.

As long as they help Dead John steal some good things every day, they can have food and shelter, but the children who cannot steal anything will starve and be beaten.

The child who steals the most is rewarded and gets a few Swaal to buy what he likes. Bart himself was lucky enough to buy fish.

The fish at Grani's fishmonger has always been known for its delicious taste, but it was a pity that the dead John snatched it away before he had a chance to eat it, saying that a child like him who was not wanted by anyone was not qualified to eat meat, so he cooked soup for himself.

"Waiting for that old guy to die is my hope." Bart thought with a gloomy face. At this time, no one around suddenly made a sound, and it was so quiet that it was scary.

This was not normal for the group of companions who usually liked to chatter.

Bart felt something poking his back. He turned around and saw the person who bought biscuits before standing in front of him, slowly putting down his cane and smiling.

"Excuse me, is the train late today? Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

The cold wind blew across the exposed skin of all of them. At that moment, everyone knew that their skin must be covered with sweat hair.

Bart had the biggest reaction among all of them. He shouted "Monster" and ran away. The biscuits in the iron plate "clattered" to the ground.

And Ria looked at his figure and couldn't help but wonder, so she grabbed him.

"Will asking for the time now scare people so much?"

"You... don't come over here. This is a place protected by the sun. I don't know how you managed to steal their wallets again. I was forced to do it. If you want to find someone, go to John for revenge, not us!"

"John?"

Leah let go of her hand and tried to make her expression harmless: "You misunderstood, this is all a game of ours."

"As you can see, I am an apprentice magician. I am looking for someone to perform magic recently. I really didn't mean to scare you."

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