Unlike the Devils, the Beasts did not rent a room to host the eting in. The sloth and the deer both were simply sitting in the grass that hosted the ditation room, chatting amongst themselves.
“I don’t understand,” said Greens Haven. “You say that it is your job to protect ‘Nibiru’ and select talented Beasts, but why have I never heard of you? Or of any Beasts getting selected?”
“The universe is a cruel place,” the sloth said slowly, suppressing a yawn. “Staying on a small planet, living out a peaceful life is already a great gift. Only the most talented can be selected to be transferred off planet. Not all Beasts have a powerful presence in the universe. If those talents belonged to a species that do, It is my job to send them there. If those talents do not belong to a species that have such a presence, then they are most likely subordinate to soone else. In that case, I would send the talents to the superior species.”
“Then what is the qualification to be classified as a ‘talent’?” Green Haven asked. Its question was asked casually as it seed to have already accepted that it was not good enough. After all, it had never heard of any Beast stronger than itself, and its predecessors who had reached its level did not know of the sloth either so obviously, their realm was not good enough.
The sloth did not answer imdiately, but looked at its single hair that had a golden tip. It really liked it.
“Actually, you and that little wolf have already surpassed the qualification level. When we return, I can get in touch to find out who will be recruiting you.”
The deer was astounded. What did it an they had already surpassed the qualification? Why then had they never heard of anyone else being recruited?.
“Then how co you waited so long? I’ve been in this realm for hundreds of years.”
“I was sleeping,” the sloth replied, as if it was the most natural answer ever.
The deer was dumbfounded. HOW LONG HAD THE SLOTH BEEN SLEEPING?
But before their conversation could continue, a party of very strong humans approached them. Even though Greens Haven knew that they were safe at the Inn, the thought of humans stronger than itself made it feel unsettled. Yet the sloth besides it was also very strong, so that reassured it a little.
“Greetings. I am Ragnar Asulf of the Jotun Empire. Thank you for agreeing to et with .”
“Greetings, Ragnar Asulf of the Jotum Empire,” the sloth replied with declining energy. For so reason, the atmosphere at the Inn made it feel so comfortable all it did was want to sleep.
Both the deer and Ragnar watched the sloth, waiting for it to introduce itself, but only saw it struggle to keep its eyes open.
“Greetings Ragnar Asulf of the Jotun Empire. I am Green Havens,” the deer introduced itself loudly, hoping to wake up the sloth. Its knowledge of the universe still bordered on nonexistent, but it was beginning to get concerned for being assigned such an irresponsible Beast.
Startled awake the sloth looked around, before rembering where it was. “I am…I am…I am…” the sloth said a few tis, suddenly realizing it did not rember its own na. “You can call Golden Hair of the Three-toed Bradious clan,” the sloth proclaid, renaming itself.
Ragnar quickly went through all the Beast clans he knew of, but could not recall this cla. Still, that did not an that this clan was small or weak. The universe was vast and Ragnar’s only concern had always been the demons, so it made sense that he was not familiar with it.
“It is well that you ca,” Golden Hair continued, “the others at the eting promised to fulfill my request to bring the Beasts of their planets – only you did not. I request you again, bring the Beasts and expose them to broader horizons. They should not miss out on such an opportunity.”
Greens Haven looked at the sloth with a confused look, wondering if it realized how many Beasts had missed out on opportunities because it was sleeping.
“Our presence on Vegus Minima is fairly new, and we have not had ti to establish relations with the Beasts yet. However, I will try to reach out to them. If they are willing, I will invite them.”
“Thank you,” the sloth said simply. Its eyelids started to get heavy again, and Ragnar recognized the potential for an awkward silence building up once again, so he decided to be upfront with his questions – it was quite clear that a long conversation was out of the question.
“Earlier you said that your planet is not without allegiance. I was wondering to whom you were referring. The Jotun Empire has many allies, it could turn out that our relations are deep.”
“Nibiru is one of the nurturing planets controlled by the Fiery Mammoth clan,” the sloth replied with eyes practically closed. His answer doused any interest Ragnar had in building an alliance. In fact, he was suddenly grateful that the Devils were ready to create so trouble for the sloth. He hoped that they would succeed.
“I can see that you have important matters to deal with so I won’t take up more of your ti. I look forward to seeing your performance in the Gas.” With that Ragnar quickly left. It almost seed like he was doing his best not to run away. Suddenly, on observing the humans reaction at hearing the answer to his question, Greens Haven was very concerned for its future.
“Anthony, when we get back I want you to compile a report on our latest status on relations with the Fiery Mammoth clan. Also, send soone back to Minima Vegus to imdiately request a diplomatic relations officer from ho base. I refuse to deal with this myself.”
“Yes sir,” Anthony replied, but looked at the General with pity in his eyes. They were too far from ho base, it would take weeks for a qualified officer to co, aning Ragnar would still have to deal with it should a situation arise. Furthermore, there was no need to look up relations as everyone was clear on what the status was. Who here did not know that scandalous story? It was the talk of the empire for centuries, when one of the noble families of the Empire had…
Anthony shuddered. His rank was too low to gossip about such things. All he could say was, so n really had…heavy…tastes.
“What’s next?” Ragnar asked, already setting the matter behind him.
“The humans from Earth are still conducting their own eting. The eting with the Devils and Beasts went by faster than expected, so we still have so ti. Might I recomnd that you tour the Inn in the anti.”
“Slag, do you have a recomndation for what I should investigate first?”
“Of the services I’ve tried so far, Battle Ax and the Recovery room are very interesting. Although they have limited effect on higher level cultivators, they are still worth investigating. Other than those, I would recomnd investigating the Mystery trial, but that takes a long ti so you should wait till after the eting for that. Apparently, there is a prize for completing the trial, but I have been unable to do so. Yet despite that, I gained a lot during my various attempts at the trial. True to its na, it is very mysterious.”
“Understood. Let’s investigate Battle Ax first.”
The soldiers made their way to Battle Ax, only to find a large crowd already waiting. Most of the Beasts had already left the Inn, so it was the humans of Earth that crowded around the building. As most of them were at the Foundation realm and had limited resources and heritages, a chance to get a technique based on your own requirents was unbelievable to them. As soon as the first person discovered this hidden treasure, its popularity exploded!
John could not be happier and was working nonstop. Yet even with his expertise, each technique would take a few hours at the least. His greatest regret was that he could not split himself so that he could work on more work.
Similar to the Battle Ax, there were crowds outside the training room and Gars Den as well. If Lex were awake he would have used this opportunity to buy more Training and ditation rooms to et the demand, but he was asleep so for now the problem would persist.
The crowd at Gars Den didn’t consist of Earthlings, oddly enough. They were already familiar with the gas so they had no interest. It was the soldiers who had discovered the AR gaming mode that Lex had installed for Chen’s ‘training’ that crowded that building, much to Z’s chagrin. He had never dealt with so many people before. He hated it. All he wanted was to watch so Tv, was that too much to ask?
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