A/N: Make sure to check the note below. It's going to be very important to the story going forward.
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The hall buzzed with people talking. A waiter came by the table to serve Faust, but he would eat later.
Right now the topic was intergalactic.
"If I keep performing I will become an Olympic Knight," Jason boasted. "The position comes with a race evolution, special Schema and a special armor and weapon fit for a conqueror."
One of his lackeys laughed. "These new gods know what this village needs."
"Strong men should lead," another agreed. "Not indecisive old men."
Diego ignored the jab. Besides he had been told worse to his face; cowards speaking out the corners of their mouths were worthless.
But Faust didn't like that. At a certain point if you didn't place a boot on the necks of these fools they would lose control.
