They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 151 Don't Kill Me

Viscount Sicard was killed for no reason, and the Joker used the explosion to cause panic among the crowd, hoping to divert attention to the disordered ones.

The disordered ones were already ostracized by everyone, and any dirty water could be thrown at them. The consequence of this was that everyone believed that the Viscount's death was the fault of the disordered ones, and harbored even stronger malice towards them.

This malice obscures the truth.

So where did the Joker come from in the first place?

Obviously, a friendly younger brother of the Viscount communicated with the clown in advance and asked him to attract the admiration of Viscount Sikal, and then find a place to kill the person and frame him completely.

The Viscount died and he had no heirs. Whoever the position belongs to is a very strange answer.

"You are really making a big move, and the butler in front of you is probably your brother's original butler."

Leo's expression darkened, and he almost bit his back molars, but Ria just smiled.

"Don't show that scary expression. I'm not interested in the grudges between you. That person is dead and now you are the Viscount. Isn't this a certainty?"

“You may not know, but I am a businessman, and it is really difficult to develop something in South Adelin without connections.

As long as it is mutual benefit, I will support you and vote for you. This is the purpose of my trip. "

"What do you think, Viscount Sicard?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly laughed together. The "prey" in the distance finally fell to the ground overwhelmed.

Leo finally left.

After getting the answer she was satisfied with, Riya also quietly found the seriously injured housekeeper and tried to save him with the witch's potion.

He pulled out the arrow and sprinkled some healing potion on the opponent's wound. The wound quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no scar.

This is just a flesh wound, it does not involve transcendence, and it is easier to heal.

"You're fine..."

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Before Ria finished speaking, the other party stepped back on all fours as if he had seen a ghost. He took a few steps closer helplessly: "Come, look into my eyes."

The housekeeper looked up and saw only dense golden light in the night.

"Praise for trade——" His eyes suddenly went blank and he muttered to himself.

Riya: "Leave here now, go back and praise how good Leo Sikal is, and let more people accept him. It's best to find a group of people who can follow him without thinking."

There was a trace of fear on the butler's face: "Then how should I face Leo... Young Master in the future?"

"You don't have to worry about this problem. Whether he can go back alive is still unknown. Even if he can, I don't intend to let him be a 'smart person'."

Riya pulled the housekeeper up and asked him to leave here. If necessary, report it to the Order Association and ask them to send someone over.

The housekeeper didn't understand what Riya meant, but he still did as he was told. The moment he regained consciousness, he left here without any regrets.

And Riya can finally go back to sleep peacefully.

Before falling into the dream, he prayed that nothing would happen again. Fortunately, in the end he only dreamed of a family walking on the beach, and there was nothing outstanding about it.

It's bland, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.At dawn the next day, Riya was woken up by a knock on the door. He opened his eyes and saw a bunch of twisted tentacles slowly approaching the door, as if they wanted to tie the people outside into a hive. When Riya woke up Then he turned back to his original appearance, blinked twice and rolled around on the ground.

"..."

With some silence, Ria quickly changed into her training clothes, stood up, took the mythical creature back, walked to the door and opened it.

"Good morning, Cadet Kercha. Thank you for getting up after everyone else has already finished their laps. Now you just need to go straight to breakfast."

The staff were very polite, even if they cursed, Riya didn't think it was a mistake to get up late. He directly followed the other person's words: "Praise the sun, how did you know I was hungry? We are now Just go dine.”

With that said, he walked out of the single room, closed the door, and followed the staff's guidance to the restaurant.

The consequence of not strictly requiring students to practice is that the passing rate of certificates will become very low, but after all, this is just a club, not an army, and there are people willing to tip them, so of course their service attitude can become perfect.

This may be a habit adopted by some nobles who come to take exams.

Anyway, the certificate is for you to take the test for yourself. No one has the obligation to force you to do something. Even if you fail the test in your life, it has nothing to do with them.

After all, they spent other people’s money, and the staff wished they could take the test more times.

"This is probably freedom."

Riya was thoughtful, and soon they arrived at the restaurant, where breakfast was exquisite white bread, milk and bacon, and other things could be chosen at the window.

He ordered a cup of coffee to refresh himself, added a sugar cube and two spoons of milk to the coffee and stirred it evenly. It was a perfect drink.

"Slap."

Ria placed the metal spoon on the mat specially placed for spoons, picked up the white cup and blew on the hot air above it. After taking a sip, she started to pick up the magazine on the table and read it.

The content above is the classification and sales price of guns, and there are even guns that are so rare that they can only be seen in the auction house. The huge auction amount also makes Riya's eyes brighter and brighter.

"The starting price of 28 billion gold coins... well, it's hard not to be excited."

The price is certainly frightening, and the most important thing is that this thing is not even a mysterious item, it is just made by a master and has collection value.

Where there is demand, there is a market, and where there is a market, there is supply.

But all this money is just for looking at. The gap between people is sometimes like the size gap between the sun and the moon, or even more exaggerated than that.

If one day he can earn this kind of money, Riya will certainly be very happy, but now he can only look at this and try to suppress the extraordinary nature of the black businessman.

"You can't become fat by eating in one go. I have to take my time. Being too hasty will only get me sent to the Order Association's prison in advance."

If it is a tactician meme, I believe that selling these things will play a significant role in interpretation. Riya also plans to consider this type of meme in the future.

After thinking about it, he cut the bacon in front of him into small pieces with a knife and fork, stuffed it into the center of the bread that was also cut into small pieces, and fed it to little Swale.

It still ate happily, and you could tell that it was very happy from the time it bit Leah's arm.

Although these things are not to its taste.

Ria found that its taste seemed to be more like fresh human flesh, but normal people would not feed it casually, let alone kill people to feed it.

If the mythical creature were now wild, the mere act of eating would be outright hostile to everyone.

(End of this chapter)