They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 79 Believers
Riya was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that he would have to get so many orders when he just started learning.

Harik was so busy now that he almost overturned the table. The family of three who had already greeted the manager inwardly naturally did not have time to wait for Riya to spend several months learning all the courses before helping him.

It could be heard from Harrick's tone that his anger could almost burn down the entire tavern.

Of course, this also gave Riya the opportunity to express himself freely. He hung his coat and hat on the hanger on the side. The combination of his shirt and woolen black vest made him look quite similar, and his whole person looked clean and tidy. A lot.

“Let’s see… The Godfather of Cocktails.

Bright Rye Whiskey [-]ml,

Fifteen milliliters of almond liqueur,
Four to six ice cubes.

Put ice cubes in the glass, pour in whiskey and almond liqueur, stir well..."

Ria was watching while selecting materials for operation, and her movements were dizzying as she was multitasking.

He held the ice cubes with one hand and "clicked" them a few times before completely dividing them neatly. The cube of broken ice was crystal clear, and the edges and corners were shaved off by him with a knife, making it as smooth as a newly cut gemstone.

This process was very relaxing, and the sound of metal scraping through the ice was breathtaking. The drunken guests around wanted to see Riya make a fool of themselves to give them some fun, but the young man did an unexpectedly good job.

Slowly, people's attitudes relaxed.

Beginners often have problems with not using enough force or using too much force when cutting ice cubes. Bayshel's ice is collected and put into the ice cellar in winter, so it is very hard and the whole piece will break if you are not careful.

But Riya did not encounter such a problem at all. The knife in his hand was like an organ that had grown on his hand. It was extremely flexible to use. No matter how hard the ice was, it could not withstand the gentle sliding of the sharp blade.

"it is good!"

"so amazing!"

“I never thought that I would be able to see such a miracle in my lifetime. It’s truly a stunning sight!!!”

The drinkers gathered around the wine table and were extremely moved. They didn't know why. Now when they see Riya, they can't help but want to admire him. Everything he does is perfect in their eyes and deserves to be praised.

Even if what he puts on the table is not ice but human organs, they still find this behavior so wonderful.

Ria was a little confused, but she still acted quickly on the surface, completing the order in only twenty minutes, and placing fifteen glasses of wine on the table for them to enjoy.

There is really no sense of achievement in performing in front of believers. They will only praise you and cannot give you the advice that Riya wants.

And these are believers who have suppressed their beliefs. It is hard to imagine how crazy and passionate these people would become if they had not suppressed their beliefs.

His performance was successful, but the audience watching the performance was less than satisfactory.

"No, this kind of performance completely fails to meet expectations. I need to find other people who have not been completely 'contaminated' by faith."

If he accepted the self-hypnosis-like flattery and performed it, it would be unclear how he died.

Riya has done very well, but he still has very strict requirements on himself. To play the role of [Magician], he must find a suitable audience and cannot waste any opportunity to perform.

Just as he kept thinking and falling into self-doubt, Stair ran to the bar and squeezed in: "James said you are learning bartending here, give me a taste, I want the most complicated 'Tears of the Maggie' '."

A few minutes later, Stair, who successfully got a glass of "Tears of the Magi", watched Riya leave the bar and stand at the door, not sure what he was thinking.

Stair gave up guessing and drank all the wine in the glass. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Brother Harrick, the wine your apprentice makes is much better than the one you make."

"Don't provoke me, don't talk to me. If I get emotional and faint, you guys won't have anything to drink."

The dark blue in Harik's eyes was darker, and it seemed that he could mutate into an extraordinary creature soon.

Seeing him like this, everyone stopped embarrassing him and asked him to take a good rest after completing the 78 orders he had accumulated.

"It's better that the world ends as soon as possible. I hate my job."

The bartender's lamentations once again filled the tavern. …

In the evening, Riya sat in the corner and fed little Swaar with food.

It eats everything, and you can also order some food from the tavern. Due to these two factors, everyone gave it whatever they couldn't finish.

A passerby saw it and asked Riya what it was. Riya pointed to the mythical creature and said it was a cat. Anyway, it was pitch black. The environment in the tavern was dim, and normal people couldn't tell what kind of creature it was.

So the drinkers believed it.

There was a constant noise of "meow, meow, meow, meow" in the tavern, and not a single sound was made by a cat.

Riya watched them play and warned little Shivar not to eat people indiscriminately.

It was very frustrated and agreed.

Its mood at this time was like seeing a pile of fragrant and moving roasted chickens and holding a bottle cap filled with water to let it drink water. The roasted chickens could only be looked at but not eaten.

This is truly torture for the mythical creature.

……

"Today is another happy day, by the way-"

"Friend, are you leaving tomorrow?" Stair asked Riya.

Riya nodded.

He described his next journey through the Gekkoso Mountains to promote economic development in the area on the other side.

Although Stair didn't understand what he meant by "promoting economic development," he told Riya to be especially careful about thieves in the area before riding the steam train.

"Children steal things from train stations. They are quick with their hands and often the money is gone before you even notice anything is wrong."

"We are all disordered, and we are still afraid of others stealing things?"

"Don't underestimate those children. When I first came to Grani, I didn't understand anything. I saw a poor child on the roadside and gave him some food. But when I turned around, I had nothing in my pocket, and the child didn't either. I know where I ran to."

"Okay, I'll take it down."

Ria remembered Stair's words, and then called Xiao Shival and walked out of the tavern.

"I'm going to go outside for a walk. See you tomorrow."

After saying this, he put on his coat, put on his high hat and walked out the door with his cane.

Thirty minutes later, Riya returned to the hotel again. He packed up his daily necessities, stuffed them into little Swale's body, and then knocked on the door of the next room.

"Bang bang bang."

"Who?"

302 The husband of the couple came out to open the door. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, several golden eyes suddenly opened on the person's face.

The man's hair suddenly stood on end, and a chill went straight to his forehead, but this was not an emotion of fear, but excitement... so much excitement that he almost suffocated.

"Praise for trade." He lowered his head.

"Keep quiet." Ria bypassed him and entered the room, and asked the woman inside to shut up. Then, he found the gift box given by the hotel during the Heavy Rain Festival.

(End of this chapter)