They all call me the Outer God

Riya was stunned. He didn't expect that he would have to handle so many orders at the beginning of his study.

Harik was so busy that he almost overturned the table. He had already greeted the manager's family of three in his heart. Naturally, he didn't have time to wait for Riya to spend several months to complete all the courses before helping him.

From Harik's tone, it can be heard that his anger can almost burn the entire pub to ashes.

This of course gave Riya enough opportunities to play freely. He hung his coat and hat on the hanger on the side. The combination of shirt and woolen black vest made him look quite like that, and the whole person looked much neater.

"Let me see... Cocktail "Godfather".

60 ml of Bright Rye Whiskey,

15 ml of Almond Liqueur,

4 to 6 ice cubes.

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

Riya selected materials while watching and operating. His movements were dazzling while he was doing two things at the same time.

He held the ice with one hand and cut it into pieces with a few "crackling" sounds. The cube-shaped broken ice was crystal clear, and he cut the edges and corners with a knife, making it smooth like a newly cut gem.

This process was very relaxing, and the sound of metal cutting through the ice was amazing. The drunks around wanted to see Riya make a fool of himself and give them some fun, but they didn't expect that this young man did it unexpectedly well.

Slowly, people's attitudes loosened.

Beginners often have problems with insufficient or excessive force when cutting ice. The ice in Baisher is collected by people in winter and put into ice cellars, so it is very hard and will break if you don't pay attention.

But Riya didn't encounter such a problem at all. The knife in his hand was like an organ that grew on his hand. It was extremely flexible to use, and no matter how hard the ice was, it couldn't resist the gentle sliding of the sharp blade.

"Good!"

"Amazing!"

"I didn't expect that I could see such a miracle in my lifetime. This is really a great sight!!!"

The drinkers were very moved around the wine table. They didn't know why. Now when they saw Riya, they couldn't help but want to admire him. In their eyes, everything he did was perfect and worthy of praise.

Even if what he put on the table was not ice, but human organs, they thought this behavior was so wonderful.

Riya felt a little blocked in his heart, but on the surface he moved quickly. He completed the order in just 20 minutes and placed 15 glasses of wine on the table for them to help themselves.

Performing in front of believers really didn't feel fulfilling. They would only praise and couldn't give Riya the advice he wanted.

And this was the believer after suppressing his faith. It was hard to imagine how crazy and passionate these people would become if they were not suppressed.

His performance was successful, but the audience watching the performance was not satisfactory.

"No, such a performance is completely unsatisfactory. I need to find other people who have not been completely "contaminated" by faith."

If he accepts the self-hypnotic flattery to perform, it is unclear how he will die at that time.

Leah has done a good job, but he is still very strict with himself. To play the role of "Magician", he must find the right audience and cannot waste any performance opportunity.

Just as he was thinking and falling into self-doubt, Style ran to the bar and squeezed in: "James said you are learning to mix drinks here, come and try it for me, I want the most complicated "Maggie's Tears."

A few minutes later, Style, who successfully got a glass of "Maggie's Tears", watched Leah leave the bar and stand at the door, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Style gave up guessing and drank the wine in the glass. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Brother Harik, the wine made by your apprentice is much better than yours."

"Don't provoke me, don't talk to me, if I faint from excitement, you all will have no wine to drink."

The dark blue color under Harik's eyes became deeper, as if he could mutate into an extraordinary creature immediately.

Seeing him like this, everyone stopped making things difficult for him and asked him to have a good rest after finishing the accumulated 78 orders.

"It's better for the world to end soon. I hate my job."

The bartender's lamentations filled the pub again.

...

In the evening, Ria sat in the corner and fed little Shival.

It eats everything, and the pub can also order some food. Under these two factors, everyone shared the unfinished food with it.

A passerby saw it and asked Ria what it was. Ria pointed to the mythical creature and said it was a cat. Anyway, it was pitch black, and the pub was dim, so normal people couldn't tell what kind of creature it was.

So the drinkers believed it.

The pub was filled with the constant noise of "meow meow meow", and none of them were made by cats.

Ria watched them playing and warned little Shival not to eat people indiscriminately.

It agreed very frustratedly.

Its mood at this time was like seeing a bunch of fragrant and moving roasted chickens holding a bottle cap full of water for it to drink water, and the roasted chickens could only be looked at but not eaten.

This is really a torture for the mythical creature.

…

"Today is another pleasant day. By the way, ——"

"Friend, are you leaving tomorrow?" Steyer asked Leah.

Leah nodded.

He said that he would cross the Gekoso Mountains and promote economic development in the other side.

Although Steyer didn't understand what he meant by "promoting economic development", he still told Leah to pay special attention to nearby thieves before riding the steam train.

"There are children stealing at the train station. They are very quick. Often, before you notice anything wrong, the money is gone."

"We are all disordered people. Are we afraid of others stealing things?"

"Don't underestimate those children. When I first came to Grani, I didn't know anything. I saw a child on the roadside and gave him some food. As a result, when I turned back, there was nothing in my pocket. I didn't know where the child ran away."

"Okay, I'll remember it."

Riya remembered what Stair said, and then called Little Shival out of the tavern.

"I'll go outside and see you tomorrow."

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

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

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Who?"

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

The man's hair stood on end, and a chill ran straight to his forehead, but it was not fear, but excitement...excitement that almost suffocated him.

"Praise the trade." He lowered his head.

"Keep quiet." Liya walked around him and entered the room, and told the woman inside to shut up, and then he found the gift box given by the hotel during the rain festival.