They all call me the Outer God

Taiwan Novel Network →𝘵𝘸𝘬𝘢𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮

His words were extremely sincere, but no one dared to believe any punctuation mark he said.

This made Leah very distressed. Everything he had just done did not use any extraordinary means at all, and he relied on his own exploration.

He watched the whole process of a thief from stealing to success, so Leah began to imitate the thief's methods, taking advantage of others' inattention and taking advantage of the opportunity to pass by, and no one noticed his little action.

Leah learns new things quickly, not to mention that he is now a disordered person, so this little thing is not difficult for him.

Let me ask, isn't it a magic trick to transfer a wallet so many times silently?

Leah took off his hat and reached into the hat to dig, and successfully took out a wallet, but the children found that the wallet that was originally in their hands had disappeared, and they didn't know when the young man in front of them "stole" the wallet back.

"If you want to steal money, why not steal from a richer person? There are not many rich people in Grani Town, but there are a lot of poor people. But you chose a particularly poor one."

Riya opened the wallet, which contained only a few swars, and it was even a little moldy.

One child was dissatisfied: "How can someone who can afford to ride a steam monster be a poor ghost?"

"Don't think so."

Riya turned his head and looked at the ceiling on the platform: "You can see that it is a shelter from the wind and rain, and it is easy to beg for people. Except for a little noise, it is a good place for homeless people to live.

The person you stole may not be the one who was going to take the train. Maybe this wallet was stolen from him somewhere else."

It is meaningless to argue about the original owner of a stolen wallet.

The children also began to feel lost. After encountering this today, they would definitely go back to see that dead John with nothing, and dead John would definitely beat them up.

Riya patiently comforted the children not to worry, because magicians are the best friends of children.

Everyone likes the magician's performance.

"Look, this is just an ordinary piece of cloth." Riya took out a large black cloth from behind and raised it, flipping it several times to let everyone see that there was nothing special about this black cloth.

"Guess what I will conjure up next?"

None of the children said anything, they looked at each other for a few times, and the brave fat child came forward cautiously: "Rabbit?"

"Oh? You are very experienced." Riya smiled, but denied this answer. The children also gave their own guesses at this time, and then they were rejected one by one.

The children became a little anxious and asked Riya not to keep them in suspense.

Riya also did as they wished, moved the black cloth as high as a person to the side of the body and shook it twice in the air, and instantly put away the black cloth, and the things behind the black cloth made all the children scream.

"Ah!!!!!!!"

It was an old man with a beard and scars on his face. His brown face and eyes revealed unspeakable fear. At this time, his mouth was stuffed with cloth, and he was sitting on a chair with ropes all over his body.

"John!!!"

Someone called out this name, and a group of children panicked. Leah also took out a yellowed paper from his pocket and read the content on it with interest.

"John Brad was once arrested and imprisoned for child trafficking. After being released from prison, he still did his own thing. The Church of the Sun hereby issues a wanted order with a reward of 80 le, regardless of death or injury."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really got a big order."

Leah smiled and patted John's bald head: "Aren't you afraid of this person, silly children? Bring this person to the church and you can get a lot of money, enough for you to spend lavishly in Grani for a long time."

Now, everyone finally reacted, and Bart's face showed a look of surprise: "So you are here to help us!?"

This person wants to exchange dead John for money and give them freedom?

Bart retracted his previous prejudice, and now he began to think that Leah is a good person.

People laugh at selfless good people, but everyone hopes that they can be helped by their good deeds.

Riya still kept a secretive look, and covered John, who was tied up and unable to move, with the black cloth again. When she took back the black cloth, she had a new stack of paper in her hand.

The children's eyes were even more eager. They stared at the money in Riya's hand with shining eyes, and then watched him put the money into his pocket and put his hat back on.

The huge roar of the steam train came from a distance, and the ground began to shake, and a white smoke appeared in people's sight.

"I should go now. It's fun to perform magic for you, little guys."

"Wait, this money is not for us?" Bart's eyes widened, "And what did you do to John? What should we do if he is gone?"

Riya stopped and thought carefully: "That's right."

The dawn of darkness rekindled in Bart's heart.

"I haven't asked you for performance fees yet."

Riya asked each person for ten swar, and then told them to silently recite "Praise Trade" in their hearts when they were short of money. It might not be useful to recite it, but it could be a psychological comfort.

"Listen, you have to rely on yourself. Don't expect charity from others. It's fine for people with healthy limbs to do anything, but stealing can easily get you caught and kill you."

"By the way, the reason just now is also charged. Give me two swars, otherwise I will sell you to the church like I sold your boss."

"Woo——————"

The steam locomotive in the distance stopped not far away with thick smoke on its head, and the children cried and paid Leah. They watched the young man slowly leave with a cane and stepped onto the train. Before leaving, he returned the expired biscuits they had bought before, saying that these biscuits could be used as a dinner.

Some people couldn't help but point at his back and grit their teeth: "How can there be such a black-hearted person!"

"Praise trade." Bart held the biscuits wrapped in newspaper in his arms and lowered his head in that direction.

Others were quite surprised: "What are you doing?"

"I'm thanking that person. Don't you realize that he is a good person?"

"We are all homeless!"

"Who said that?"

Bart smiled mischievously: "The house of dead John is still there, and there should be a lot of savings in it."

As soon as these words came out, the children immediately had hope.

They all ran back to Dead John's house, but when the children returned to their residence, they suddenly found that the door of the house was not locked at all. The furniture inside was unchanged, but most of the money in the wooden box disappeared, leaving only a few pieces of paper.

There was also a note near the box.

Bart picked it up. There were only a few words written on it. He had learned some words from Dead John, and the content of the note roughly meant -

"Thanks to the gift of nature, I am very happy today."

"Praise the sun."