They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 47 The Idiot Prophet

Music can be a medium to spread emotions. At this moment, Riya also felt the passion of the so-called delusional "entertaining oneself to death".

"That band is a brass band that has been formed for several months. Even though they only have a dozen people, they can play with the momentum of NO. 30 people with just a dozen people."

“It’s a good idea to let heavy metal-style bands stimulate consumption in places like pubs.”

Ria refilled her drink, and Harik was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that you don't seem to like drinking, but you are actually pretty good at it."

"So-so." Ria put the empty wine glass on the table again and looked around. Most of the people in the pub were young people under the age of 30. Alcohol and heavy metal music stimulated their meninges and filled their spirits. The pleasure of life also numbs these people's unhappiness with life.

They moved their heads in time to the music and could say anything.

During this period, someone saw Riya sitting alone in his seat, drinking by himself, and he looked quite outstanding, so they approached him and stood next to him.

Riya turned to look at the visitor: "Why are you so close? I look like a woman?"

"Who stipulates that happy things cannot happen between people of the same sex? Beautiful things always arouse pity."

"You are not pitiful." Riya said concisely.

"The church does not allow such eccentricities, and they will be punished by death if discovered. I don't want to report a stranger I just met.

In this way, give me all the money you have, and I can help you keep it a secret. No one will know about your underground hobby, just like no one knows that the Pope in Winstown likes little boys. "

"...Oh, now everyone knows." Ria spread her hands in a playful manner, and the people around her burst into laughter.

This was just a small incident, but it caused a person who couldn't control his desire to harass to lose all his money.

Counting the coins, the total was a piece of paper plus fifteen Swaar. It was not a lot of money, but it made this man lose face.

When he walked out of the tavern, he happened to bump into a regular customer of the tavern. This person he knew was called Stair. He was a weirdo who liked to curse people. If anyone wanted to test their luck today, they would probably stop by at the Baishel Tavern. wrong.

"Look, I told you that it's not suitable for you to go out today, especially not for drinking."

"Yes, yes, you are absolutely right... You are among the best in the entire Grani when it comes to cursing people, and no one can match it."

The man rolled his eyes, and then saw Stair showing off his brand new belt. The belt was smooth in color and didn't look like ordinary leather.

"This color...where did you get the wild animal skin? White crocodile?"

"This is my secret."

Style put down his shirt to cover his new belt: "I hope you can continue to come to me tomorrow to test your luck. I bought a new white crystal ball."

"What about that one?"

"I was called a liar and fell down."

"Deserving it."

The man finally regained his self-esteem from somewhere and left the Baishel Tavern in a swagger. Stair also opened the door and walked into the tavern. He took out his new crystal ball from the package and weighed it a few times.

"Hey! Does anyone want to take a fortune test today?"

He shouted: "Have pity on your old friends, just one Swaar is a very good deal!"

"You still dare to come here!!?" When a tall man with tattoos on his back heard his voice, he stood up and grabbed his new crystal ball and smashed it on the ground. The violent sound of the crystal breaking just caught the tone of the heavy metal band. The climax made the air vibrate.

The show was an unprecedented success.

"Last time you said I was lucky, but I stepped on shit as soon as I left the house. Believe it or not, I beat you every time I see you!?"

"Don't be like this, just tell me if this is bullshit luck."

Stair tried to defend himself, but suddenly found a new face in the tavern. He immediately ignored the threat of the strong man, squatted on the ground, picked up the crystal fragments one by one, put them into the package, and rushed towards Riya.

"New friend!" "Want to test your fortune today? New friend! A Swaar is a good deal."

Ria poured the last sip of wine from the wine glass into her throat, and saw double images. When she looked at Stair, she saw him as two people: "So expensive? Unexpected."

"Ah, did you hear wrongly? It's a Shivall."

"One of them is too expensive for me."

Riya looked at his bulging package: "And your crystal is broken, how can you use it to measure your fortune?"

"Be careful."

"Fortune is a person's luck direction throughout the day, which is closely related to zodiac sign, blood type, and geographical location.

Stair covered his heart and looked at Ria helplessly. After a few seconds, he suddenly frowned.

"strangeness."

He found that he could not see Riya's fortune.

The man stood stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, and he felt that the sarcoma on his shoulder began to grow and spread at an abnormal speed.

He quickly covered his shoulders and looked around, and Riya also took out a coin at this time.

"Maybe I didn't pay, so you can't look at any luck. Now let's make the deal official."

After saying that, he threw the Swale in his hand towards the other party, and the other party took it easily, and the pain on his body stopped growing in an instant.

At the same time, Steyer also became suspicious of Riya's identity.

"Friend, this is not the place to talk."

As he said that, he pulled Ria to a remote corner of the tavern. Ria's expression was no longer as drunk as before, but now she was sober.

"You are also out of order."

Steyer watched Riya sit down opposite him and said with certainty: "And your luck is quite bad. You will die in less than three days."

"It doesn't matter. Judging from your reaction... Are you a colleague? It's really a surprise to meet a kind colleague now. Let me guess what meme you are.

I guess prophet. "

"How did you know!?"

"You made it too obvious."

"How is that possible! Grani has no shortage of magicians.

In short, as long as you are not a patient outside the organization, we are friends rather than enemies. I can only advise you to leave Grani within three days, otherwise something irreversible will happen. "

Riya: "Death is not a bad thing."

"That would be great, but it's a pity that we are disordered people and cannot die so easily. We can only survive on the edge of death countless times, watching ourselves being swallowed by the pollution disease, and the situation is getting worse day by day."

"So in order to cure the disease, I'm trying to reach for the second meme," Style laments.

"What have you been exposed to?"

"..."

Stair was a little embarrassed to say it, and lowered his head. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear his voice: "It's the easiest meme to interpret - [Idiot]."

(End of this chapter)