They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 10 Black Feather
"Do they believe in the sun god or the sun sphere itself?"

Do people here have any concept of stars?
Riya calmly handed the paper bag filled with black bread to the customer. Under his suggestion, the sale of black bread became a limited quantity.

He pays more attention to interests, but he will not let the poor use all their wealth or even loans to buy bread.

The evil capitalists will be put on the street in some era.

Mrs. Sturt curled her lips and stubbornly believed that bread became so popular because of Riya's outstanding appearance.

In such a poor and small place, there are few decent-looking people, and even fewer decent-looking young people.

Riya, who has regained his composure, looks young and a bit bookish. Even if he usually wears a mask and only exposes a pair of eyes, those light gray-blue pupils are enough to attract people in the town to come after him.

Mrs. Sturt regarded him as a junior, and it was normal to worry about his future happiness.

But she secretly observed for a long time, and found that Riya's wooden head actually didn't say anything extra to anyone except for transactional politeness.

After setting up the stall for an hour, he maintained a polite smile for an hour.

Polite and easy-going, but also a bit distant.

The customers also took the black bread from his hand to pay in an orderly manner. Everything was in order, but Mrs. Sturt felt that this scene was a bit mechanical, as if there was something strange but everything seemed as normal.

It must be that she hasn't had a good rest recently and is thinking too much.

Recently, there have been an inexplicable increase in the number of monsters outside at night. They roared so much that people almost couldn't sleep. If it weren't for the church's rule that residents couldn't go out at night, Shit would have wanted to pick up a broom and go out and beat the monsters until his grandmother didn't even recognize them.

"Mrs. St."

A timid voice came from the stairs.

Ste turned around and found that Angna had actually run down from the third floor, and her target this time was Riya. The phrase "Mrs. Ste" was just a simple greeting.

She ran happily behind Riya. Although she looked a little ordinary and had uneven teeth, her character completely made up for this shortcoming, making people ignore those simple and ordinary things.

When Angna smiles, one can't help but think of a young deer in the forest. The sun shines on her brown curly hair, coating it with a thin layer of gold.

"Brother Kercha, my brother likes those books very much! He asked me to tell you that he is very grateful to you."

Riya also curled up the corners of her mouth. He reached out and touched the little girl's head, pushing back her untied hair.

"As long as you like it, reading more is always useful."

"Yeah!" The child nodded cheerfully and talked a lot more than yesterday.

Then, she began to tell Riya her purpose, took out a cloth bag from the pocket of the linen skirt, and showed fifty Swaar coins to Riya.

"My brother still needs books. The more books the better."

"So which books do you want me to buy this time?"

"Not which ones, just one."

A book worth around fifty svars?

Ria was cautious for a moment, and Angna also lowered her voice for fear of being overheard.

"This is my brother's few savings. In order to save this book, he hasn't eaten good food or bought new clothes for a long time."

As she talked, she became a little frustrated, but Riya did not expose her.

He had already asked, and found out that only Angna lived on the third floor, and the so-called "brother" did not exist.

"What books does your brother need?"

""Illustrated Book of Mysterious Objects"."

Riya had just arrived, so he didn't know what was so special about this kind of book, but he could still detect something unusual in its name.

There are indeed weird creatures and bizarre scenes in this world. Since a book dares to set the title like this, its content is likely to exist in reality. "It seems necessary to take a look...it's just that the bookstore owner always feels like there's something weird about it."

I kinda want to beat him up.

Ria felt inexplicably unhappy with the store owner, but she still took the floor rag from the ground and found a clean edge to wipe her shoes with. She tidied her clothes and went out again.

The alley is still the same alley.

The boss is still the same boss.

When Riya saw him again, the fat man wearing a beak mask was dusting the bookshelf with a feather duster.

He was not surprised to see Ria again, as if he had already guessed that he would come again.

"Welcome, guest, what can I buy?
Except for me and the quills on my desk, which are not for sale here, you can choose whatever you want. "

Ria fixed her eyes on the quill on the black wooden table. The feather was also pitch black, and just looking at it made people get goosebumps all over.

That kind of color is different from normal colors. It seems to contain thousands of colors that cannot be understood by humans, and they condense together to become a dark and deep black.

Ria immediately shifted his gaze. He was now very resistant to materials such as feathers. Just thinking about it automatically brought to mind the feathered creature that got into his throat last night.

That thing made him want to vomit but couldn't spit it out. He wanted to cut it open but was afraid that nothing would be found and his efforts would be in vain.

The truth is a problem.

not to mention……

Ria was thinking about something to say in her mind, and was about to ask about feathers when she suddenly turned around and found that the bookstore owner was standing behind her at some point.

His leather mask smelled very strong. The smell of fat that had not been processed by some unknown animal mixed with the smell of sweat made Ria take a step back, feeling physically uncomfortable in her heart.

"Hey!"

The boss laughed twice, then patted Riya's clothes a few times with a feather duster.

"It's time to take a shower. There's a lot of dust on your body."

"I just washed them yesterday. I'm afraid your lenses are made from a microscope."

Riya asked the other party what book she wanted to buy, but the boss didn't say anything. He moved a ladder and clumsily took it down from the ninth floor bookshelf and handed it to him.

"Why are you still looking at my quill? You want it so much?" The boss said in a slightly unhappy tone, "I picked it up and can't give it to you."

"I just think that feather looks familiar."

"Looks familiar? It looks familiar. I picked this up after you last night."

Riya: "..."

In just one sentence, the atmosphere condensed to freezing point.

The eyes of the young man wearing a large brown coat became more and more serious, and the surface of his skin began to show obvious movements.

It can be seen that Riya is trying her best to restrain herself from showing eyes that she shouldn't have.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"I don't know what you are talking about. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Since the other party told what happened last night, whether it was a test or not, Riya had to leave now. He didn't dare to bet on whether the other party wanted to kill him.

Although judging from the current situation, the other party does not have any malicious intentions.

Riya paid the money and turned around without even bothering to accept his faith. However, the next second, he saw the bookstore owner standing in front of him, twisting the quill made of black feathers with his fingers and pointing at his neck. .

(End of this chapter)