Chapter 131: The Marshall Clan

Chapter 131: The Marshall Clan

The old man stopped a few meters away from Zacs group, slowly looking over each and everyone with a frown.

Humanity is on the brink of extinction, and youre consorting with the enemy? he said with a terse voice.

Allies are allies, enemies are enemies. Why bring race into it? Sap Trang answered with a congenial smile. We old folk need to learn to embrace change in this new world if we wish our children to flourish in the future.

The old man only snorted and left it at that, leaving with his two companions in tow. The girl took a last glance at the party before they passed the security checkpoint and left the area.

Zac looked over at his company, but saw that none of them had taken offense at the words. Calrin didnt care since there was no money involved, and Ibtep kept looking around the structure with fascination. As for Ogras, he seemed to consider the short exchange a form of entertainment.

Finally some interesting things are happening after all these dull months, he said with a smile.

Zac only sighed in response, thankful he had Mr. Trang with him to take care of things. They didnt have to wait for long until he saw Julia rush toward them.

Mr. Monk, it is good to see you again. You never told us that Port Atwood was such a Cultural melting pot, she said with a forced smile.

Well, as I said, were living in an isolated place, and we needed to cooperate to survive, Zac answered with a shrug. We just spoke with an interesting group led by an old man, who were they?

They, ah, are VIP guests, she said and leaned over after glancing around and continued in a whisper.



They were the Marshall clan. As in Thea Marshal, the strongest woman in the world. That was her in the flesh, she whispered, unable to hide her excitement.

The strongest woman huh? Too bad shes a bit plain, Ogras said with a sigh.

This is Ogras AzhRezak, the, uh, representative for the demons of Port Atwood, Zac said with a sigh.

I am pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. AzhRezak. Welcome to New Washington, the beacon of humanity, Julia said with a smile, seemingly unperturbed to see a foreign species.

The mapping of our new planet is a bit limited, and we have yet to encounter either you, or your other friends, kind before, she asked, obviously hoping for some sort of explanation, but Ogras only smiled in response.

Calrin Thayer of Thayer consortia. From the moment I lay my eyes of you I felt you were a woman of principle and discerning taste. I am therefore extending a ten percent discount on your first purchase in one of our stores as a greeting gift, the gnome said as he stood up and made a simile of an aristocrats bow.

How generous, thank you. I hope to visit your store soon. I unfortunately have nothing to offer except this pamphlet about the rules and regulations of New Wash- Julia said while handing out a brochure, but stopped herself and looked over at the Ibtep who had stood up and moved toward her during the conversation.

Hello female human. I am Ibtep, ambassador of the Anointed. At your convenience Id like to discuss matters of grave importance. Also, please accept this snack as a greeting gift, he solemnly said, this time holding up a decently large caterpillar.

Julia couldnt help but grimace when she saw the wiggling insect, almost going so far as taking a step away.



With that she sped away, leaving the group to gawk at the gaudy display. However, there were quite a few hints that the event was not some posh gala. Zac spotted a few military vehicles parked outside, and the entrance was lined with a row of soldiers. There were also dozens of cultivators with various weapons who stood at the ready, decked in riot gear.

The actual guests were actually fewer than the soldiers and the attendants, but Zac was still surprised by the numbers as they walked inside. The doors to the actual venue were still closed, so the guests were milling about in the huge lobby, making small talk and mingling. It was an extremely weird contrast, seeing people in armor and sword holding glasses of champagne or eating canaps.

Zac noted with some surprise there were even some groups of Ishiate present, mostly standing by themselves. Zac even spotted a familiar face among their kind standing by the side of a few other ishiate who were similarly dressed in simple but sturdy gear.

It was also the first time he saw the other type of Ishiate, who wore far more urban clothing. Their gear was almost modern, and they even carried rudimentary hot weapons like blunderbusses and muskets. It was clear that the two groups still were at odds, as they stood in two separate cliques.

As Zac and his group made their entrance a lull in the conversation spread over the floor as most parties curiously looked at them. They likely struck quite the image with three types of aliens and the odd clothing of himself and Mr. Trang. Zac stood out even further as he walked around barefoot, as he refused to lose the ability to use [Loamwalker] with this many powerful people around.

Wow you humans auctions are a bit dull, Im not seeing a single fight, Ogras said as he looked around with some disappointment. And Im also starting to wonder if you are mentally sound. You humans can obviously build decent structures not just in the movies, but you chose to live in a tin can in the woods?

I told you I was out camping with friends when the integration happened, Zac said with a sigh.

I just dont understand why you would like to live like a poor person surrounded by trees, the demon retorted, but let the subject go.

Okay, its some time before the auction starts. Please behave, and keep information about Port Atwood at the minimum. Mr. Trang, please stay with Ibtep, Zac said, but immediately groaned when Ogras turned into shadows.

He appeared again next to a startled waiter, and snatched up two glasses of champagne and downed them in quick order before starting to walk around. The Sky Gnome didnt linger either and unhesitantly moved toward a party of humans, likely eager to make some business connections.

He turned around and looked at a helpless Mr. Trang and was about to leave to speak with Selas who stood amongst the other beastkin, but stopped with a frown as he saw a party heading his way. It only took a second to realize that these people werent moving toward him to socialize, but to create trouble. It was also clear that he wasnt the target, but it was rather the Zhix who still curiously looked around at the luxurious interiors.

Zac could only sigh as he knew that this would likely happen sooner or later when he brought Ibtep. The Zhix might not go out of their way to kill people, and mainly holed themselves in their hives, but that didnt change the fact that quite a few humans had died by their hands since the integration started. It was inevitable that some would want some revenge, even if it was only at the species responsible for the atrocities.

You have a lot of balls bringing one of those things here, one of the front men growled as he balefully glared at the Zhix.

I dont know your history with the Zhix, but we have brought Ibtep here in order to help facilitate peace between our species. Our main priority should be the incursions rather than fighting amongst natives, Sap Trang said, trying to defuse the situation.



Hello human, I am Ibtep, the Zhix said, ignoring Zacs attempts to signal it to let Sap Trang talk. I am sorry there has been some confusion between our people, resulting in accidental deaths. On the bright side it is only weakness leaving your swarm, making it stronger.

Zac could only shake his head as he heard the words. He knew that the Zhix truly thought the words were consoling. The Zhix were really pragmatic in that way, believing that if someone died like that they cant have been too strong anyway. It was pure Darwinism in a sense, though Zac didnt feel that type of mindset really worked in this new world with Cosmic Energy.

What the FUCK is this thing saying? YOU BASTARDS KILLED MY WHOLE HOMETOWN! another of the threatening men roared, his eyes bulging in anger.

It seemed to have been some sort of a signal as the whole group drew their weapons, all of them radiating strong killing intent.

Zac could only sigh and bring out his wooden club.