They all call me the Outer God

"Do they believe in the sun god or the sun itself?"

Do people here have the concept of stars?

Riya calmly handed the paper bag of black bread to the customer. Under his suggestion, the sale of black bread became limited.

He was more concerned about profit, but he would not let the poor spend all their assets or even take out loans to buy bread.

The evil capitalists will be hung on the street lights in certain eras.

Mrs. Steve curled her lips and stubbornly believed that the bread became so popular because Riya looked so outstanding.

In such a poor and small place, there are few people with good looks, and even fewer young people of the right age with good looks.

Riya, who has recovered his complexion, looks young and bookish. Even if he usually wears a mask and only reveals a pair of eyes, the pair of light gray-blue pupils are enough to attract people in the town to come and go for him.

Mrs. Steve regards him as a junior, and it is normal to worry about his future happiness.

But she secretly observed for a long time and found that Leah, the wooden-headed man, did not say anything extra to anyone except for the politeness of the transaction.

He had been setting up the stall for an hour, and he had maintained a polite smile for an hour.

He was polite and easy-going, but also a little distant.

And those customers also took the black bread from his hand and paid in an orderly manner. Everything was in order, but Mrs. Steve felt that this scene was a bit mechanical, as if there was something strange but everything seemed normal.

She must have not rested well recently and thought too much.

Recently, the number of monsters outside at night has increased inexplicably, and people almost couldn't sleep. If it weren't for the church's regulations that residents could not go out at night, Steve wanted to pick up a broom and go out to beat those monsters so that his grandmother wouldn't recognize them.

"Mrs. Steve."

A voice came timidly from the stairs.

Steve turned his head and found that Angela had actually run down from the third floor, and her target this time was Leah. The phrase "Mrs. Steve" was just a simple greeting.

She ran happily behind Riya. Although she looked a little ordinary and had crooked teeth, her personality made up for it and made people ignore those simple and ordinary things.

When Angarna smiled, she reminded people of a fawn in the forest. The sun shone on her brown curly hair, giving it a thin layer of gold.

"Brother Kercha, my brother likes those books very much! He asked me to tell you that he is very grateful to you."

Riya also curled his lips. He reached out and touched the little girl's head, pressing her untidy hair back.

"It's good to like it. Reading more is always useful."

"Yeah!" The child nodded happily, talking a lot more than yesterday.

Then, she began to tell Riya her purpose, took out a cloth bag from the pocket of her linen skirt, and showed Riya fifty Shival coins.

"My brother still needs books, the more books the better."

"So which books do you want me to buy this time?"

"Not all of them, only one."

Books worth about fifty Shivals?

Riya was a little cautious, and Angna lowered her voice as if she was afraid of being heard.

"This is my brother's few savings. In order to save this book, he hasn't eaten good food or bought new clothes for a long time."

As she spoke, she became a little depressed, but Riya didn't expose her.

He had already asked, and Angna was the only one living on the third floor, and the so-called "brother" did not exist.

"What book does your brother need?"

"Mysterious Items Illustrated Book."

Riya had just arrived and didn't know what was special about this book, but he could still detect something unusual from its name.

There are really strange creatures and bizarre scenes in this world. Since a book dares to set such a title, its content is very likely to exist in reality.

"It seems necessary to take a look... but the bookstore owner always feels that there is something strange."

I wanted to beat him up.

Riya was inexplicably unhappy with the store owner, but he still picked up the floor rag on the ground, found a clean edge to wipe his shoes a few times, tidied his clothes and went out again.

The alley is still the same alley.

The boss is still the same boss.

When Riya saw him again, the fat man wearing a bird-beak mask was using a feather duster to clean the dust on the bookshelf.

He was not surprised to see Riya again, as if he had guessed that he would come again.

"Welcome, guest, what can you buy?

Except for me and the feather pen on my desk, you can choose anything else."

Riya fixed his eyes on the feather pen on the dark wooden table. The feather was also pitch black, and just looking at it gave people goose bumps.

That color was different from normal colors. It seemed to contain thousands of colors that could not be understood by people, condensed together into a dark black.

Riya then shifted his gaze. He was now very resistant to feathers. Just thinking about it automatically brought up the feather creature that got into his throat last night.

He wanted to vomit that thing but couldn't, and he wanted to dissect it but was afraid that there would be nothing after dissecting it, and it would be a waste of effort.

It was really a trouble.

What's more...

Riya was thinking about what to say and was about to ask about the feathers, when she turned around and found that the bookstore owner was standing behind her.

His leather mask smelled very strong. The smell of fat that had not been processed by some unknown animal mixed with the smell of sweat made Ria take a step back, feeling physically uncomfortable in her heart.

"Hey!"

The boss laughed twice, then patted Riya's clothes a few times with a feather duster.

"It's time to take a shower. There's a lot of dust on your body."

"I just washed them yesterday. I'm afraid your lenses are made from a microscope."

Riya asked the other party what book she wanted to buy, but the boss didn't say anything. He moved a ladder and clumsily took it down from the ninth floor bookshelf and handed it to him.

"Why are you still looking at my quill? You want it so much?" The boss said in a slightly unhappy tone, "I picked it up and can't give it to you."

"I just think that feather looks familiar."

"Looks familiar? It looks familiar. I picked this up after you last night."

Riya: "..."

In just one sentence, the atmosphere condensed to freezing point.

The eyes of the young man wearing a large brown coat became more and more serious, and the surface of his skin began to show obvious movements.

It can be seen that Riya is trying her best to restrain herself from showing her eyes that she shouldn't have.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"I don't know what you are talking about. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Since the other party told what happened last night, whether it was a test or not, Riya had to leave now. He didn't dare to bet on whether the other party wanted to kill him.

Although judging from the current situation, the other party does not have any malicious intent.

Riya paid the money and turned around without even bothering to accept his faith. However, the next second, he saw the bookstore owner standing in front of him, twisting the quill made of black feathers with his fingers and pointing at his neck. .