They all call me the Outer God

Riya looked at the other person's face: "It seems that madam, you are very proud of your lens craftsmanship. You must let me see it if you have the opportunity. By the way... what do you call it?"

"Me, my name is..."

"Me, what's my name?" The old woman tremblingly reached out to the notes on the table, which was a memorandum she had prepared herself or her assistant had written for her. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

She opened the first page, adjusted her glasses and scanned the first line of records carefully.

"Ah, yes, my name is Eileen Hodder. You came just in time. Our library is indeed short of manpower. Since you want to apply for a job and you don't have an arm or a leg or any other big problem, then you can stay."

Erinte closed the hard cover of the note and looked up at the bottle on the iron stand next to her.

"Martha...Martha come and help me change the medicine."

"Martha!"

"..."

"Damn it, Martha took a leave of absence recently. How could I forget about this? I hung up this medicine bottle myself."

Erinte looked at the medicine bottle on the other side of the table: "You said your name is Riya Kercha, right? Can you change the medicine for me Riya?"

Ordinary people in Endles will call the younger person by their last name when they meet. This is a sign of respect. Of course, if the person is particularly familiar with the person, or the elder wants to express his closeness to the younger person, he will call the younger person by his first name.

In addition, there are also people who are accustomed to calling their surnames for a long time. These names vary from person to person, but Riya prefers to choose the name he likes from the surname and the given name. Most people will not care about this as long as they are not from a noble family.

"Of course." Faced with Ms. Erinte's request, Ria nodded, picked up the medicine bottle, walked to her side, and replaced the original medicine bottle.

The new medicine bottle has no label at all, making it impossible to guess what medicine is inside or what illness Elinte has.

But there is nothing wrong with an old man of this age hanging a hanging bottle all day long.

Riya asked her: "Do you need to wear this potion every day?"

"Me? My organs are already aging, so I rely on these little things to help me survive."

Erinte looked at the needles on the back of her rough hands, seemingly dissatisfied with her physical condition.

"Now I have to carry this iron frame with me wherever I go. It's really terrible. You just happened to be here. From now on, you will be the new librarian. We will pay wages at the end of every month."

"What are your salary requirements?" she asked.

"I am a more casual person, so I will just follow your usual standards."

Riya replied.

He looked extremely humble, and he really looked like a man who turned a blind eye to money.

Yilinte nodded, showing a satisfied smile, her upper and lower eyelids were stuck together again by eye stains.

She asked Riya to take charge of the rooms in the entire corridor to the east of the library. Although the place had been abandoned by the original owner, it was still easy to see its former splendor from the scale of the building.

Now, its splendor has faded just like the years of its new owner. The walls and many unused books are covered with dust and cobwebs, and Riya's residence is at the innermost side of the corridor, which is full of books. Like a warehouse for books.

In addition, it has a simple bed and a set of wooden tables and chairs. There are a few electric lights on the top. The lighting is dim, but these are not a big problem.

Ria walked to her room, holding in her hand a badge with "Librarian" written on it given by Ms. Erinte.

Of course, the residence is just a residence. Riya still needs to patrol the area she is responsible for during working hours and help people who need to find books find books. In her free time, she can sit at her post and read.

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It's a pretty good job.

Riya thought.

But for Ms. Eileen Hodder, Ria couldn't help but pay attention to her physical condition.

Rather than paying attention, it is better to say that he has doubted the identity of this lady, but her disease does not seem to be a pollution disease. Once people grow older, diseases of all sizes will stick to their bones like maggots, and few people can Can't escape this fate.

Nowadays, many people's bodies are in a sub-healthy state, and high-intensity work also leaves people no time to exercise and get in touch with the sun.

"So it's normal to get sick. I hope she can recover soon." Riya sat on the edge of the bed and released little Shivall. After he came out, he started to look around to observe the surrounding environment.

"Let's clean the house. This will be our new residence from now on."

Riya took out a piece of candy from her pocket and handed it to it. It was a gift given by a speaker on the road, saying that people should resist high-intensity work and refuse to work overtime.

Some people in Adelin have died from fatigue due to excessive overtime work, and the voices of dissatisfaction among citizens are becoming louder and louder.

In order to attract passers-by to listen to the speech, they can only choose to distribute some things to attract the crowd, and by supporting the expansion of the crowd size, the upper class will pay attention to the needs of the masses here.

And of course Riya supports them.

So Riya got a large piece of candy. He didn't like candy very much, so he simply gave the candy to little Shivar.

Little Shivall watched his host give him something he was reluctant to eat. He immediately opened his mouth and took it in one gulp. The sweet taste made him wag his tail feathers with joy.

"How does it taste?"

"Gu." It was very satisfied.

Seeing this, Riya also touched the tentacles floating out of its body: "Go and clean the room. We will start new work soon."

Little Shival nodded.

It uses its tentacles to keep the door closed, ensuring that no one can get inside halfway.

Then, it completely turned into a large pile of tentacles with a "sizzling" sound of bubbles. The tentacles continued to spread and soon extended to cover half of the room.

The group of tentacles crossed together and kept wriggling, which reminded Ria of the iron wire worms at that time.

However, these substances are more terrifying than iron wire worms. Their surfaces are not smooth, but have tiny particles that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. These particles can have golden eyes at any time to help it better detect directions and smells.

While the tentacles were cleaning the room, Ria slowly made herself a cup of tea, lit a coal lamp and read books with the help of the light.

This is a "Librarian Getting Started Guide". Since Ria has found this job, he will not perfunctory it. He will interpret each of his identities perfectly, regardless of whether they are the memes he is about to come into contact with.

"With so many books, I believe I will not be bored for a long time next."

As he said, Ria continued to flip through the books on the table, and during this time, the mythical creatures have been cleaning diligently.

Its tentacles will not let go of any dust or spider webs in any corner, even spiders, and will directly roll them into its body with its tentacles.

The covers and edges of the pages of those books need to be cleaned, which seems to be a very difficult task, but Little Shival has a way to complete the task assigned by the host within a few minutes.