They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 77 Harrick’s Disaster
He took out a note and put it in front of him, telling everyone in the back kitchen of the Wright Hotel to be careful about the flowerpots falling from the sky.

【I hate chefs】

【How could they do this】

[When my throat heals, I will risk my life to put all of them out of work]

【I am not kidding】

【How could they do this】

【I'm furious】

Along the way, Stair stopped and walked, angrily writing what he wanted to express on the paper. The paper was soon filled to the brim with his writing, and there was nowhere to put pen to paper.

Ria asked little Sval to spit out the blank notebook and use Stair to complain.

It was reluctant to come out and almost broke the prophet's arm with its tentacles. The next second, it barked "coo" and "coo" twice and handed the blank notebook to Riya, with a hint of emotion in its voice. A bit of deliberate grievance.

Stair took the three pieces of paper that Riya had torn from the notebook and continued to write on the paper.

[Why is your black ball so fierce? 】

"It was not a life born normally, and it is normal to be cruel."

Riya still remembered that when she was in Wensi Town, the extraordinary creatures she encountered were all kinds of collections of broken corpses.

Their bodies include not only stray cats and dogs, chickens, ducks and geese that died of illness, sheep that were bitten to death, pigs that got the flu and were thrown outside, but also people who died on the streets.

For some unknown reason, they formed a gathering of self-awareness, and Little Svaal is a collection of extraordinary creatures. Its birth means disaster. If it were not for the restriction of Leah, it is estimated that it will soon set off throughout the entire Wens Town. The bloody storm.

Of course, if it hadn't been for Riya, it wouldn't have had the chance to be born.

However, the current mythical creatures can only bite people in a rage and incompetence, either biting people or laughing stupidly every day. They have completely lost the majesty they had when they first met.

Riya also thought for a long time about what kind of creature Little Shival was. He tried to recall the huge image of Little Shival at that time, but found that the memory became blurred, and he could not recall its specific appearance at that time.

It was at that time that the panic and oppression it brought were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"You are really a mysterious being." Riya poked its head, and her fingers were completely submerged in its feathers. The mythical creature tilted its head and looked down at Riya with harmless eyes.

The next second it saw Stair again, it screamed and its feathers almost exploded into a hedgehog.

[Okay, maybe it just doesn’t like outsiders]

"No, it says it doesn't like prophets."

[How do you know what it's saying? 】

"Guess."

Little Shival has been wary of the prophet since he was struck by lightning. Not only that, he will always keep an eye on the sky to prevent lightning from striking him again.

In desperation, Riya could only let little Svar return to her body.

He and Stair came to the Baishel Tavern again. Unlike last time, there were more people inside this time and the business seemed to be more prosperous.

It's just that the bartender never knew why there was so much missing from the wine cabinet behind him, leaving almost only a few bottles of wine that were usually not easy to sell.

But at this critical moment, the tavern's business began to become booming again.

Their staff reported the theft to the church, several clergy came to check on the situation, and the brass band picked up their instruments and started playing.

When this happened, the manager had no choice but to go to the underground wine cellar to get new wine, only to find that the place had also been looted. Fortunately, the person who stole the wine had some conscience and did not destroy the wine barrels or randomly smash the bottles.

"What is this all about!"

Under the urging of another wave of customers, the bartender explained to them that the new wine would be delivered soon and asked them to wait a moment. The clerics would not be able to find the suspect behind the scenes for a while, so they sat at the bar and ordered some drinks. Glass of wine.Harry was even busier now, wishing he had six extra hands to help him mix the drinks. His arms were shaking so fast that they could almost create afterimages, and the wine liquid was also flickering with beautiful bubbles as it was flipped over in turns.

Harrick worked so hard, of course the drinkers also applauded. They continued to order without hesitation and shouted along with the brass band's songs, regardless of whether their voices were in tune.

Men and women shook their hands and shook their heads along with the band.

At this moment, Riya and Stair arrived at the tavern. Seeing Harik looking so busy, Stair felt a little guilty and quickly ran to the corner with Riya.

[Did I drink a little too much before? 】

"Are you sure it's a bit?"

Ria crossed her arms. He could have laughed at Stair. Although they both secretly drank while no one was in the pub, Ria had put the money.

He is a black businessman, not a thief, so of course he would not do such an unethical thing.

Of course, what he did was not much better...

Style felt increasingly guilty about his conscience.

He decided to order a few drinks to increase Harrick's performance and make up for his inner guilt.

[Hey, Harry! 】

Stair walked towards the wine table with the note, and Harik raised his head reflexively. His eyes were so dark that they were hard to ignore. Even so, his hand did not stop.

"Just think it's for our own good. Alcohol is harmful to the human body. Drink less. I feel like I have arthritis now——

Damn it, why can that guy Joe take sick leave today, and why is it today? I now seriously suspect that he stole the wine! "

Steyer: "..."

[You're right. I've long felt that Joe's sly eyebrows are not as tall and handsome as you. Look at your hard-working hands. Joe must be jealous of your talent! 】

"Why don't you say anything today? I have bad eyesight. Don't keep showing me notes."

Harrick had barely read the content on the note. If Steele hadn't been a frequent visitor here, he wouldn't have spoken to him.

Stair pointed at his throat and was about to speak, but suddenly saw two familiar figures on the seats in the distance, obviously James and Gro, and Ria was already walking towards them, not knowing what they were communicating. .

Almost without thinking, Steyer dropped the note and rushed there, slapped the table, placed the bent throat on the table, pointed at his own throat and cursed silently angrily.

"Recovered the throat? Congratulations."

Groh looked at the pipe on the table and then at him.

"Wow!"

"You want me to help you put it back on?"

"Wow!"

"Can you promise not to talk nonsense again?"

"Wow!"

"For the last time, next time I will throw your throat to the giant whale in the Goti Sea. If you want to talk sooner, just search for it in its feces."

As he spoke, Gro picked up the throat, and it suddenly turned into a ball of gray-white powder. Under the influence of extraordinary power, the powder was blown by the wind towards Steyer's throat.

He pinched his neck in pain and coughed. Soon, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had regained his ability to speak.

(End of this chapter)