They all call me the Outer God

"I don't know much about this, please tell me more carefully."

Riya handed the other party another Sval, and the other party's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I am a very principled person. Remember, this is not about money, but about my colleagues."

As Stair spoke, he put the coins on the table into his pocket and bluntly revealed Riya's identity.

"You black businessmen are rich, but you are the most generous black businessman I have ever seen. Others are stingy as hell, and asking for their money is worse than killing them.

Listen up, uh..."

"Riya Kercha."

"Oh! My name is Stair Denmoqi!

Listen up, Kercha, our first meme is the main meme, and all the memes that follow are incidental and adjectives.

For example, right now, you can call me: half-idiot prophet. As for why I added half...because I haven't been recognized by idiot memes yet, it doesn't count as a real success in interpretation. "

As he spoke, Stair noticed that Riya was looking at him more and more weirdly, and quickly explained: "Don't hold colored glasses about [idiot] just because you heard it. The earlier this meme is interpreted, the easier it will be. If When it comes to meme one, almost no one can interpret it successfully. It is a quite special meme.

How special is it? You'd be hard-pressed to find someone out there whose main meme is "idiot". "

"Isn't the master meme idiot an idiot certified by the extraordinary!?" Ria was quite interested in this.

"Your starting point is really interesting! I feel much better now.

That’s right, no matter how much I interpret an idiot, it’s just one of the sub-memes. I’m essentially a great prophet, but if the main meme is an idiot, no matter how I interpret the secondary meme, I’m still an idiot! "

Stiles laughed, his opinion of Riya much improved, and then he tried to convince Riya to call her next meme an idiot.

Riya turned to look at the brass band performing in the distance. Those people had successfully played a song and were about to try a new one: "You know, the essence of performance is that you have this potential, otherwise no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain. ”

"Why do I feel like you're cursing me around the corner?"

"No, you're thinking too much." Ria covered her mouth and coughed lightly.

"I'm not in a hurry to find the second meme right now. I think that in order to advance, we need to stabilize the original meme and then interpret it. In the end, the new meme will be recognized by the extraordinary, so I still need to work hard to make money."

"You're right. A black businessman without money is just like a priest who goes to people without clothes and preaches great truths. And you are the third colleague I have met in this place."

"What other two are there?"

"Let me think about it."

Stair held out two fingers: "The first one is my personal doctor Gro, but he was angry with me recently.

Gro said that the brain disease was a terminal illness that he could not cure. He also said that he made a mistake in this profession. Now he decided to abandon medicine and change his profession to become a bard and arranger. However, I don’t think he can achieve a big career. In the end You have to come back and help me clean up the mess.

The second [Werewolf], the sun is up! She is a rare wild beauty. I can feel her wolf nature in every move she makes. Believe me, men cannot bear her temptation. Who would refuse a big furry wolf..."

"Wait-" Riya interrupted.

"Is what you saw really a human being, whose memes can even change the other species?"

"Then I'm not sure. I only took one look at her and I was deeply fascinated by her. Maybe Miss Werewolf is still in Grani. If you see her, please call me. I will buy her the largest cow in Grani. Stick bone.”

"There is a chance."

Riya nodded and agreed to the other party's request.

Stell immediately beamed.

He took out all his divination tools and put them on the table. In addition to the broken crystal ball, Ria also saw scented candles, eight-sided dice, crystal clusters, amethyst geodes, tarot cards, metal pendulums, and weather bottles. Wait for props.

“The fortune-telling profession is very expensive, but when the price of divination is high, no one comes to patronize it, so I can only price one Swaar.

I used to be able to help people test their luck, but since I got involved with the idiot meme, most of the tests I got were bad luck. If I hadn't had some means of self-protection as a disordered person, I would have been beaten to death long ago.

Although your luck is terrible, don't be discouraged. As a qualified prophet, I can definitely predict the solution. "

As he spoke, he held his metal pendulum in his hand and asked it: "Now adjust the parameters, the positive position is yes, the reverse position is reverse, drift left and right, and return to zero forward and backward.

Tell me, will Kercha survive after three days? "

After he finished speaking, the hand holding the pendulum remained motionless, but the pendulum in his hand began to tremble, and then it rotated counterclockwise in the opposite direction.

The answer is "no".

Stair's face stiffened, but Riya's expression remained unchanged. Even because it was his first contact with divination in the occult, his eyes were full of curiosity and exploration.

"This must be an accident. Wait until I ask other questions."

Stair rocked the pendulum back and forth several times, and the pendulum returned to stillness.

"Tell me, does Kercha have a way to escape death?"

The pendulum still turns counterclockwise.

"You piece of shit!"

Stair forced his hands to spin it in the positive direction, but he also knew that he was just deceiving himself.

"I'm sorry, Kercha. I seem to know why I am always being insulted and beaten. You are a rare friend I know. I really don't want this day to come."

"It doesn't matter, I'm also curious about what can kill people with pollution."

Riya kept smiling: "The ability of a prophet is to make predictions. If the prediction is successful, the meme can be stabilized, right?"

"You've seen all this. To be honest, you're a bit scary."

"What's so scary about me? I still have to work hard to make money to take care of my health. No matter where I am, I can't live without money."

The weather has been relatively hot recently, especially in a place like a tavern with a lot of traffic and a non-ventilated environment. The heavy music stimulated everyone's eardrums, and a thick layer of water mist formed on the marble wine table. .

Ria stretched out her finger and drew a big smiley face on it.

"I wish your predictions will become more and more accurate, and I wish you will make more and more money."

"May we all live happily."

After saying that, the bartender on the side brought two bottles of wine, saying that there was an event in the store today, and all customers who spent money here could receive a free bottle of wine.

"This is really unexpected. Does Baishel often launch such rewards?"

"Uh..." Stair covered his forehead, "This is also the first time I've met. What day is it today, the birthday of the glorious rising sun? It shouldn't be. I remember it's not January?"