They all call me an Outer God.

To be honest, the boss was surprised, and the other Hephisgetus were also surprised, but this surprise was not enough to be an excuse for Ria to convince them. After all, even if Ria admitted that she was of the same kind as them, it only brought the two sides to a level where it was easier to communicate.

There was no coercion or inducement, no beating around the bush; at this moment their perspectives were rarely equal.

But they believed that Riya also knew that this group of people would never show mercy even to their own kind.

At the moment, all the Hephisgetus were waiting to watch the show, and couldn't wait to hear what kind of excuse Riya was going to use to fool them next.

"Not long ago, at the critical moment of life and death, I came into contact with the will of the original body. He gave me some very interesting information. How should I put it? He called everything we experienced..."

"what?"

"Call it--" Ria paused when he said the last word. The shop owner looked at him with hope, and then waited for a full minute but there was no follow-up.

"Ah, my memory has been bad recently. How could I have forgotten it? We can discuss the follow-up content after you agree. Maybe I can try to remember it then. Of course, I respect my partners and you have every right to refuse."

Riya stretched out her index finger, gently placed it in front of her lips and made a "hush" sound, abruptly interrupting the curiosity of the group of people who were having fun.

"Then see you sometime. I'll be leaving now."

With a perfect pause, Ria interrupted them when they were most excited about themselves and what they were saying, and then turned away without any reluctance.

"I've been so nervous lately that it's hard to relax. I'm thinking about where I should go to have fun next."

Riya said nonchalantly.

Of course he knew how those people would react. To them, the information about Fuxing Hundun's recent activities was absolutely tempting. Since they wanted to be enemies with the main body, they must have the desire to know both themselves and the enemy.

The advantage of Riya's transaction with Hefisgetu is that he holds this information that no one else knows. The advantage lies with him.

For example, during a transaction, you should properly show the attitude of "I don't have to buy/sell" and keep the initiative in your hands at all times. Things that are too easy to get will only make people not cherish them.

Things that cannot be obtained will always be perfected and beautified in people's desires, and then turned into things that must be obtained.

A qualified black marketeer must know how to make use of everything available around him. In order to achieve his goal, he may even resort to using the outer gods. Isn't this a kind of psychological tactic?
"Squeak."

Riya opened the door and walked out of the lottery shop: "Little Shival, where do you want to go?"

"Goo."

Hephisgetu in the back looked at his disappearing figure in disbelief, and then a chaotic sound came into his head.

【Why did he leave? 】

[What's next? What's next? How is this different from those old movies where the dying person suddenly says "Actually the murderer is" and dies before he finishes the sentence? ]

[You didn't even figure out what his new prayer is, a bunch of idiots, I'm going to report you to the Order Association! ]

【…】

[No, who reported me? Now my door is full of their people! Hahahahaha Great, since I'm not having a good time, don't blame me for not thinking about the friendship of my kind. I will definitely send a copy of your addresses to the Order Association and the Keeper.]

[Really? Send it to me, I’m an investigator in the association and I’m just short of performance]

[I have reported you as an undercover agent][(Endles swear words)]

The Hephisgetus were in chaos again.

In contrast, looking at Riya, he seemed very relaxed and not worried at all that the Hephisgetu would not come to find him.

With the blessing of trade authority, I will probably be able to see them again within three days.

And now, Riya is using her superb eyesight to look for those moon worms on the street.

Ever since he obtained the authority of Red Moon, these little guys especially like to follow him around, but they just don't want him to discover this.

After all, Little Sval will indiscriminately kill any moon worms that come towards him.

Riya patted its head, then stretched out a tentacle from the shadows and grabbed the fat moon worm in front of her. She casually wiped off the dirt on its surface and began to gnaw on it.

This thing has no taste, just like a hard cold jelly. It probably tastes like what kind of seasoning is added to it. In comparison, Ria likes its original flavor.

Because he had used a sleight of hand in advance, his actions seemed normal to the people on the road. They really thought that he was just an ordinary-looking man eating bread on the road.

Compared with before, people's emotions have not changed at all, as if nothing had happened, but Riya knew very well that this was all the result of the Order Association's intervention. Without their intervention, these people would probably be able to do anything.

Of course, the so-called normality was only on the surface. Many people began to mutter. When Leah passed by them, she heard them talking to themselves: "The sun is false, the sun is false... We should replace our beliefs."

When a steam car passed by and honked its horn, the people began to repeat: "Beep, beep, beep..."

"Is this the side effect of the containment objects used by those people from the Order Association?"

Liya raised her eyebrows slightly, then approached one of them and whispered maliciously: "Praise trade."

Then the other party will just repeat that sentence, and soon, everyone is repeating that sentence.

"Praise trade, praise trade."

"Newspapers for sale! Today's special! Praise for trade! Sir, would you like a copy of today's newspaper?"

A little boy wearing a brown and black newsboy cap came up to Riya and asked him if he wanted to see today's newspaper.

"of course."

Riya bought all the newspapers and gave the kid a three-sheet tip. The kid immediately stuffed all the newspapers at him happily, then shouted a praise of trade and left.

Riya, who was still there, sat on a chair by the roadside and started reading the newspaper. There was nothing special in the newspaper, just that a certain star endorsed a new perfume advertisement, a certain shopping mall had a promotion for its opening, and a certain star and a certain aristocrat were having an underground love affair.

The only thing that seems special is that it mentioned in a very insignificant corner that "Today a astronomical wonder that occurs only once in a century appeared, but the photographers' cameras all malfunctioned and no photos were preserved."

"Is this the truth that should never be known?"

The three elements of news are: timeliness, importance and novelty. However, at this time, the content displayed in the newspaper is only what the extraordinary people want the masses to see.

(End of this chapter)