They all call me the Outer God

It felt that it was very powerful. After all, not all creatures could do many things at the same time like it. While cleaning, it had the leisure time to stretch out a tentacle and put it on Ria's shoulder, watching him read a book.

Several eyes appeared on the black tentacle, and rubbed the host's neck intimately.

It only needed two eyes for external performance, but if Little Shival wanted, it could show all the eyes on its body like Ria.

As Ria said, it parasitized in the host's body and had already penetrated every cell. There was no need for the two of them to separate each other. Ria could borrow its body and abilities, and vice versa, the same was true for mythical creatures.

Little Shival could control the thoughts and actions of creatures, but it never did this to Ria.

This was probably the unique gentleness of mythical creatures.

"Gu——" The tentacle with several eyes turned its eyeballs, and the eyeballs turned in different directions. The light of the coal lamp made the colors of the eyes more vivid.

An hour later, Riya had roughly mastered everything a librarian needed to do, while Little Shival was still in a tentacled state, covering the entire room, with some of them still on his body.

Seeing Riya stand up, the tentacles quickly wrapped around the cane beside the bed and handed it to him.

Riya was a little helpless: "I carry a cane as a weapon, not because I'm disabled."

He was thinking about what weapon could easily blend in without being noticed, and after thinking about it, he thought of a cane.

When customizing this cane, Riya paid special attention to its hardness, so it can be regarded as a good self-defense item.

"Ah." Little Shival shook his tentacles twice, indicating that he understood, and he just cleaned the outside when no one was paying attention.

Now everything has become clean, and its obsessive-compulsive disorder has been greatly satisfied.

Riya didn't quite understand what aspects of its obsessive-compulsive disorder were manifested, but as long as it could understand it, it would be fine.

After another half a minute, Riya reached out and pulled off the tentacles on his face that wanted to get into his eyes, watching them shrink quickly and turn into the image of a four-clawed owl again.

In an instant, the room became much brighter, and the air no longer carried the smell of dust and decay.

"Ah."

Little Shival licked his paw, rubbed his head with his paw, and then went back to his host's body to sleep, while Riya pushed open the door and went to his post.

The rooms with books were so large that they were like a maze. The young man searched for several minutes before finding his "desk".

He sat in his seat and tidied everything on the desk according to his own preferences, while silently reciting what he was going to do in his heart.

As a librarian, he needs to establish various management rules and regulations for the library, do a good job of coding and shelving new books in a timely manner, properly keep the collection of books, and do a good job of safety precautions.

In addition, it is also necessary to organize book procurement, be responsible for the daily management of the library, and complete the collection, classification, shelving and borrowing of books and periodicals.

It was not easy, but Riya did not forget his main purpose. He found all the books about magic according to the classification list of the first layer of books, and sorted all these books on the bookshelf closest to him for easy reference.

It was a day later when he prepared everything he needed.

During this period, many people came to borrow books, and Ms. Ilinte also came to visit him, but Riya felt that this was really unnecessary.

She seemed to like talking to young people. She came to see Riya with food in the evening. As soon as she entered the door, she was tripped by the gap in the floor. If it weren't for the little Shiwa quietly cushioning her, maybe this lady would have to say goodbye to her library completely.

"Aging is really a terrible thing." Ilinte watched Riya prop up the iron frame and replaced a bottle of medicine.

"I understand your feelings, but you should stay where you are."

Ilinte was stiff all over. After a while, she touched her head and said, "What did I want to do?"

She couldn't remember it no matter what. After a long time, she raised her head and said, "Yes, I want to give this to you, child."

She took out a pair of reading glasses from her pocket and handed them to Ria: "This is very useful. You can see things clearly when you wear it, but it hurts my ears a little."

"..." Ria took the glasses. Although this thing was of no use to him, he still accepted it.

He helped the old man carry the iron frame back to her own position. The old man was drowsy all the way until he saw his table again.

In front of her table, several people with double gear badges on their chests stopped there. Seeing this, Ria paused slightly, and then helped the old man back to his own curved long table with a smile.

He didn't say anything, and the others started to greet Elinte: "Ms. Hod, how are you doing recently?"

"Ah... are you, wait, let me think, the little investigators?"

Elinte's eyebrows relaxed a little: "You've worked hard, kids, go to the self-service beverage area and drink some freshly brewed coffee. I hope you like the books here."

"Of course, ma'am!"

Several people walked towards the library area, chatting and laughing, and did not notice Riya's identity. However, when they walked inside, their steps suddenly stopped, and their faces turned extremely pale in an instant.

Someone was reading in the library area inside, and there was a cup of steaming coffee on the table.

And these are not the key points.

What the investigators feared was that... this person reading a book was wearing a bird-beak mask.

It turned out to be the plague doctor who came to read a book during his free time! ! !

The doctor turned a page and slowly raised his head. The investigators looked stunned and resentful in his eyes.

"What's wrong? The library is a public place. It's strange to see a doctor here?"

He supported his head with one hand, as if he was puzzled. After a moment, the doctor changed his sitting posture: "You want to catch patients, but you can't do anything to us. Put away your inexplicable hostility, a group of uneducated things."

"You!" An investigator wanted to step forward angrily, but was stopped by someone.

"You came here just to read?"

"Otherwise, do you think I am here to pay attention to our disordered people? I have lived for so many days, and I don't want to be tied to patients and become a nanny at a young age. There must be some people who advocate freedom among the secret keepers."

The plague doctor spread his hands: "It's rare for me to find time to come out and read. If you don't leave, I don't mind letting you guys disappear from this world completely."

"Don't pay attention to him, he is not something we can deal with."

Several investigators quickly turned around and went elsewhere, and the doctor was in a good mood as if he had won a victory.