They all call me an Outer God.

"Wha...what?"

The earl was in disbelief and thought he had heard wrongly. Later, Wilton said that he was just talking out of anger. He loved his subjects so much, how could he revoke the earl's title for a trivial matter.

Entek breathed a sigh of relief. It was so scary just now. It was hard to imagine that the king who could step on anyone he saw would actually say such a thing.

But before he could completely relax, Wilton looked at him with a strange look, which made his anus tighten.

"Is there anything else your Majesty can do?"

"I suddenly feel that it is not good to remove the title. Your title has been hereditary since the first generation, and you must have accumulated a lot of wealth during this period.

I heard that the Earl once promoted that he was as rich as the country. Is this true? "

Entek: "Your Majesty! My family has always been thrifty and donated money to charity. There is absolutely no chaos like what you said!"

There are so many people watching, and some people have expressions of watching the show. Can Entke not know what they are thinking? These people want their money confiscated.

What a joke.

Entek forced a smile: "We have always supported charity and sought more benefits for the children in the orphanage. In comparison, the Duke's side is actually more corrupt, but no one knows it."

As soon as his words came out, the expressions of several people around him suddenly changed, and they all stared at him with resentful eyes.

Wilton pretended not to see it and ignored these people. He took care of his clothes several times and got back into the limo.

The parade is still going on, but there is already an undercurrent among the people following the parade.

Time flows very quickly.

Soon, night falls, and the bustling Kelanbeiya is brightly lit. On this day, every household will prepare a sumptuous meal to show the citizens' determination to celebrate their king's birth.

Beside the warm fire are the reunited relatives. They sit around the table and pray over the food on the table.

"The sun, gives us warmth, gives us riches, gives us life, we will pursue Him and praise Him forever."

"Sun, give us virtue and let us learn to be grateful. We will always believe in Him and love Him."

Ria was walking on the street. There was no one on the road, but through the windows of the building, she could see the laughter and laughter.

The weather at night was too cold.

Under a window that revealed warm light, there was a child shivering.

In front of her is a box of matches, and whenever she sees someone, she shouts.

"Sir, madam, buy a match. A match can keep you warm. Its fire is like the sun."

It's just that there are so few people here that the girl can't sell a single match.

She lowered her head in frustration and hugged her knees. The family behind her was talking and laughing again, but she had not yet made any money from the sale.

Just when she couldn't stand the cold anymore, a pair of boots suddenly came into her sight. She looked up and saw the young man's gentle smile, which surpassed the lights of thousands of houses.

Somehow, the girl cried and raised the matchbox in her hand.

"Sir, buy a match."

"how much is it?"

"Five hundred gold coins each, made of pure wood."

Riya: "..."

He leaned over more affectionately, touched the girl's head and gave the girl a Sval to hypnotize her. It was five hundred gold coins, and then took away a match and the Sval.

"It is your beautiful angelic heart that gives these matches their value. Hearts are priceless, and they should not be so cheap."

After saying that, Riya left.

The girl continued to hug her knees, thoughtfully.

Not long after, two more pairs of feet appeared in her sight.

The girl looked up and saw that the person standing in front of her was a young man wearing a long white coat and black-rimmed glasses, and the other was a young man wearing a green vest.

The first young man had a schoolbag on his back, and inside it was a very cute child, like a beautiful little girl.

Once again, tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and Emika was at a loss: "You, don't cry."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you here alone? Where are your parents?"

The girl sobbed: "I have no parents, only my grandma who raised me since I was a child. Grandma is sick. She can't enjoy the laughter on such a warm day. There's nothing I can do. I have to sell matches here to treat her." sick."

When Emigana heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red. He remembered the original Grandpa Dagon and knew how valuable family ties were.

Immediately, he comforted the girl.

"Don't be sad. I bought all the matches you have. Go back and spend time with your grandma, okay?"

Girl: "Really?"

Emika: "Yeah."

As soon as he finished speaking, the next second, he saw the girl opening the box of matches in her hand. There was a box full of matches, probably more than thirty, neatly placed inside.

"One piece costs five thousand gold coins. Pure wood is flammable. If you are sincere in buying it, the group purchase price is four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gold coins."

Emika's smile froze.

They don't have that much money.

Originally, they had to walk to Kelanbeia, but in the middle of the night, Saler suddenly said that this was not possible, so he transformed into a mythical creature and flew them here.

Alfin's plague doctor wanted him to accept the trial and stopped him in front of them. Then Saler got into a fight with the plague doctor in anger. Not every plague doctor was as strong as James. His "annual The title of "Best Epidemic Doctor" is also a symbol of strength.

Even in this situation, Saler still tried his best to knock off half of the plague doctor's body. The plague doctor finally recovered his body helplessly, agreeing with the saying that luck is also a part of strength.

Who makes Alfin lucky enough to find a mythical creature as a friend? If his luck can always be this good, then his own strength is indeed not that important.

"Then let's see how far you can go."

After saying that, the epidemic doctor left.

Alfin felt that Saler was omnipotent.

Except for my bad temper.

That's not bad enough. He's about to scratch Emigana's hair.

Now that Saler saw that someone dared to cheat his "horse", he jumped out of his backpack, pulled the girl into the alley and beat her up.

In the end, the little girl revealed the prototype of the extraordinary creature, which was actually a large stick figure. She cried and shouted that she was wrong. Saler lit it with fire without saying a word, and then several people gathered around it to warm themselves.

"Look, we don't have to envy others, we can also have a warm holiday."

Emika: "..."

Alfin: "..."

They always feel that something is not right but they can't say it. In short, the feeling of living with mythical creatures is indeed very subtle.

……

On Ria's side, he received an invitation to the royal banquet and was going to attend the banquet.

Little Shival then stayed on his shoulder and shook his head, fluttering his wings from time to time.

Birds fluttering their wings means they are happy.

The current mythical creature indeed looks carefree and carefree, and even makes a rhythmic "coo" sound from its throat, as if it is singing.

Riya thought it was pretty good and praised it for its musical talent. When little Shival heard this, his feathers suddenly swelled and he "cooed" more vigorously, just like the whisper of the undead.

A stray dog ​​looking for food by the trash can was caught off guard when he heard the sound. He was so frightened that he jumped into the trash can with a bang.

By the way, it also stretched out its claws to close the lid.

[My lord, we have arrived at Keranbeya]

In his mind, Saler's voice sounded.

[Then relax here. The festival atmosphere here is not bad, but it has not reached the climax it should have.

I hope we can experience more exciting programs in the future]

【certainly】

The two sides ended the exchange.

As soon as Riya finished, a new communication content squeezed in.

[Lord Faceless, have you seen Xia En? 】

There was no doubt that this was Serge, still looking for his bugs, and other Hephisgots were sending messages at this time.

[My lord, don’t reply to him or make him anxious]

[No matter what he is doing, please reply to me quickly. I have learned the function of transmitting pictures in my mind and made a lot of pictures. I want to name these "emoticons"]

【What? Do you do this if you have the technology? 】

【Chat with me quickly】

[Chat to me first, I'll see what's going on, and help you make changes by the way. Wouldn't it be possible to send dynamic pictures in your mind during sound transmission in the future? 】

[I saw it, it’s in color, it’s really amazing. Compared to the Black Pharaoh who sends out transmissions all over the world to find bugs, you still have taste and pursuit]

[Guess what, I have been sticking to this idea, and then working with others to research, trying to let everyone see new pictures.

We have just developed a product called a photo camera and plan to apply for a patent. 】

[Can I post color pictures? 】

[No, we need to study the color picture again. Our company is currently studying how to add sound. Which of you can? 】

[I can destroy your company hahahaha]

[Then I can smash your head]

The Hephistigs were chatting in his mind, but in the end, their topic came to the topic of not telling Serge Shaan where he was and letting him keep looking.

Hearing that they had initiated a bet on whether the Black Pharaoh could find his bug, Night Demon invested a huge sum of one thousand gold coins in it.

Riya thinks these people are really bad.

So he replied to Serge.

【No】

The Xia Gai insect she saw in the dreamland was just a conscious body. In essence, Riya really didn't know where Xia En's body had gone.

This is the original incarnation of belief in extraordinary creatures. Now that the incarnation has disappeared, it may look for other traces belonging to the gods.

So Riya gave Serge a suggestion. After Serge heard it, he thought it seemed reasonable and there was no further news.

Completely unaware that the other clones were isolating him as they spoke.

The noisy sounds in his ears were still echoing, and Riya immediately left them all to the Golden Church in the dreamland to deal with them. This time, his mind finally felt much better.

The avatars' thoughts are too out-of-the-box, but such personalities are often very creative, and the inspiration for many inventions often comes from extraordinary out-of-the-box thinking.

Next, Riya looked up and stared at the majestic palace in the distance. Little Swale turned into a tentacle and fell to the ground. In a very short period of time, it turned into a black horse.

The black horse was two meters high and had a strong posture. He motioned for Riya to ride on her. Riya shook her head, thinking that it was just too monotonous.

He took two steps back and his body twisted.

Soon, a horse that looked exactly like Swaar appeared on the spot, except that it had a blue glowing horn and a pair of plump wings.

This is a nightmare, a creature that exists in mythical books.

"Violence——"

The nightmare screamed, then spread its wings and flew into the sky, hovering in the sky. Swale immediately understood the host's intention.

It also transformed into a horn and wings, and followed the host closely. Soon, the two nightmares were flying and racing in the sky, competing to see who could reach the destination first.

There was a drunkard wandering on the street, holding a bottle of wine and pouring wine into his mouth. When he looked up, he saw two horses with wings flying in the sky.

Suddenly, he sobered up from the wine. Looking carefully through the moonlight, he saw that there were indeed two horses flying in the sky.

Suddenly, he felt incredible.

He went around knocking on doors and telling others that there were horses flying in the sky. When others opened the door, they smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Suddenly, everyone retreated and quickly closed the door. No one paid attention to him.

He was a little frustrated and could only complain to the crows fighting cats and mice on the street.

"Do you believe that there are creatures in this world that only exist in mythology?"

The crow heard this and nodded: "Yes."

Suddenly, the drunk man felt that he must not have woken up yet.

Not everyone can accept the existence of these, and not everyone has seen them.

More people are deceived by the truth and live in their own world, so that when they see the truth, they will only point to the truth and say that it is false.

The drunk man felt that he was a master of philosophy and drank another sip of wine.

"Crow, on such a beautiful day, why don't you go home and have a big meal with your family?"

Crow: "Because I don't have a home."

"It's so miserable, then you can follow me from now on, and I will take care of you."

The little crow thought about it carefully, nodded in agreement, and then placed the mouse that he had just snatched from the cat in front of the drunkard.

"Then it's agreed, this is my dinner, now let's share some with you."

"You're so kind. You're the first person who's willing to give me something to eat—"

The drunk man was so moved that he grabbed the mouse and was about to tear it in half with the little crow, half for you and half for me. But the next second, a strong bird as big as a washbasin appeared on the roof above. Big crow.

"Today's interns don't work hard, so they are lazy here, right?"

Hearing this sound, the little crow suddenly became excited.

"You still don't have a home. Will you go after the headquarters committee pays you?"

"I'll go! Don't tell me Professor!"

The little crow fluttered its wings and ran away. Now the drunk man looked at the direction it left, feeling a little depressed.

It turns out that it has a home, and I am the one without a home.

The eyes of the big crow above were shining with scarlet light: "Don't have anything to do with crows. Telling the bird to die will not bring you any good luck."

(End of this chapter)