They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 53 The doctor appears
As she spoke, Riya took out a crumpled tissue from her pocket and wiped her face. She watched the paper soaked with water and threw it directly into the trash can next to her.

"This is no longer a situation we can control. We might get ourselves involved in it."

"You're right, it's better for us to find a place to hide."

Stair agreed with Riya's idea very much, and then thought about it: "If this day is really the festival of a certain god, those mermaids are probably his descendants, and the purpose of appearing here is to avenge him. "

"It's not that simple. Since there are legends about the Heavy Rain Festival leaked out, it should be quite a long time ago. And if you want revenge, you can just massacre the town nearby. There is no need to expend so much effort.

As mentioned before, they want to reproduce and create their own civilization. If I were them, I would have only one purpose at the moment. "

Riya closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe away the excess water stains and scales, and threw it to the ground. Then he took out a kerosene lamp and lit it, and his face became gloomy under the flame of the kerosene lamp.

"We have endured this for too long. Our homeland has been occupied by a group of hostile foreigners, and I am not willing to accept it.

I want to destroy the Church of the Sun, and not only that, I also want to resurrect the Lord of faith.

For this reason, even if it means sacrificing all the tribesmen and civilizations as a price. "

……

"How appropriate. On this day, He reappeared. On the sea was our former hometown."

At the top of the Church of the Sun, a three-meter-tall fishman opened and closed the fins on his back, stretched out his webs and wanted to touch the upside-down abyss, but he couldn't reach it anyway. He could only hold on to the phantom. raindrops flowing out.

"He weeps for his bones and his family."

The fishman closed its eyes, and his brows were full of resentment. It had been waiting for too long. If it hadn't been for the glorious rising sun protecting this place, it would have been able to carry Grani in one pot, and even carry it down to the Gekkoso Mountains in the north.

"My Lord, the violent storms are all your will. Even the sun's presence this time cannot stop your recovery."

"Swear to [ambiguous word] - the one who rises from the bottom of the freezing abyss..."

Its teeth made a "click-click" sound as it chanted an unknown ritual in its mouth. It wanted to use the spear in its hand to poke the roof of the church. However, the next second, it was suddenly kicked in the air. Take a kick.

"boom!!!"

This kick was not light, it kicked it directly from the roof of the church to the wishing pool in front of the church.

"Who!?"

"Whoa!"

The giant fishman stood up from the pool angrily. His pupils had shrunk to the shape of needles, but he could only see two dark crow shadows on the roof.

Facing such a dark shadow, it started to wake up, became unsteady and fell back into the pool: "It's you...the beak doctor of the secret keeper."

"Ah, you have been so restless these days that even the doctor can't stand it."

The bird-beaked doctor named Gro moved his wrist a few times and patted his companion on the shoulder.

"What should we do, James? This place may not be conducive to the patient's recovery. Do we need to transfer him to another hospital?"

"It doesn't matter, my patient will die in two days."

"..."

"You are really caring."

"Isn't this what the prophet predicted? I'll see if he will die in two days. In fact, I feel that Kercha will not die so easily, but your patient is not a good person. I have heard that he is very compatible with the [Prophet] meme, and the predictions made through his mouth are never wrong.

In other words, Kercha may really be doomed, hahaha. "

"Why are you so happy?"

"Hey! Because I don't think anything that can kill Kercha exists at all. He gives people the impression that he can live for a long time, so long that he can still live even if you and I are no longer here."

Gro remained motionless: "That's a strange comment. I've heard that your patient is a seriously ill patient. It's hard to say whether he will survive until next year."

"Then just wait, Gro."

"I still insist on my opinion. Nothing can kill their patients easily in front of the beak doctors, except for diseases, but we exist to cure the 'disordered hormonal syndrome'."

"In these two days, it will be up to us to deal with those blind beasts who want to sacrifice."

……

On the other side, Riya and Stair had completely retreated into the tavern, found a seat to sit down, and drank to themselves.

What puzzled Stiles was that for every drink Ria had, she put a glass of wine's worth of money on the table.

"I didn't expect you to be so down-to-earth. In this case, no one will notice you even if you have a dinner party. If you don't take away all the wine for them, it's already a sign of our humanity."

Riya shook her head and continued to advance a few Swaar on the table. A kerosene lamp was placed on the table to provide lighting.

"For me, the process of giving money to others is joyful, and of course, others giving me money is also joyful."

"I don't understand the brain circuits of your black businessmen."

After finishing a glass of wine, Stair put down the glass with a click. He walked to the place where the brass band was playing with some boredom, picked up a guitar, stretched out his hand, and the ear-splitting music suddenly started playing.

"It turns out that this place has an echo!" Stair looked at the stage behind him excitedly. The stage was in the shape of a semi-cylinder, with a curtain in the circular part, and behind it was the behind-the-scenes preparation area of ​​the brass band.

He raised his drumsticks again and planned to hit the drum set. It is said that playing the guitar and hitting the drum set at the same time, or even playing the guitar and beating the drum set with the saxophone, can make a person look even more idiotic.

Riya did not stop the other party, but followed the other party's "music" and continued to place new coins on the table, building the coins into a pyramid shape and then knocking them down. The sound of money colliding with money was enough to make anyone tremble. .

"This may be considered the real 'entertaining oneself to death', Kercha. Even with things like that outside, we can still find our own fun in the tavern. This has to be cheers to our entertainment spirit!"

"Then we must have a drink."

Riya held up the wine glass and looked at Stair from a distance, and the foam in the wine glass was emptied.

He was still two days away from the predicted death date, and two days later it was also the end of the Heavy Rain Festival.

"Think about it, there is still something to look forward to...what killed me, and how I will end this bizarre...dream."

Riya re-stacked a new pyramid of coins. He stretched out his hand and pushed, and all the coins collapsed.

He also yawned and leaned down on his seat. He put the coins under his arms and gathered them together so that none of them were exposed.

After an unknown amount of time, Riya suddenly stood up and staggered towards the outside of the tavern. Stair quickly asked him what he wanted to do.

Ria pointed outside the tavern.

(End of this chapter)