The Primordial Record novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472 Clean Up

Sir Reynold sighed in exasperation, he had no choice but to bet on this Seeker who claimed to be able to find precious metals in the desolate areas of the galaxy, a bet that Sir Reynold had little faith in, but if he could get anything worthwhile from this trip, it would be worth it.

He dismissed the sniveling Seeker, he had not bothered to know the name of. As an Earth god, he could live for ten thousand years, and he was currently four thousand six hundred and thirty-eight years old, he had seen the rise and fall of countless mortal creatures. He had stopped caring about the names of mortals when he became two thousand years old, now he just placed them in a group.

There were either Drivers, Cleaners, Welders, Miners, Warriors, Slaves, Carvers, Divers, Killers….

This was not an attitude unique to Sir Reynold alone but was shared by most older Earth gods.

This was because unlike a god with an Immortal soul, an Earth god's soul could not contain information without limits, and they would have to find methods to either purge their minds of memories every few centuries or learn how to compartmentalize their thoughts.

There were tools that could be used to assist an Earth god, but they were all very expensive to craft, and except you are beholden to a god who would be willing to allocate resources for such a tool to be created, you were stuck with this problem.

Sir Reynold chooses to compartmentalize his life in this manner, choosing to keep every mortal in a group, except for one person. As if his thought had summoned her, he looked down to see a shape drifting towards him.

A woman with long blond hair and feline eyes that glowed yellow strolled up to Sir Reynold and hugged his armored arm.

The eyes of Sir Reynold softened and he bent down, allowing the woman to remove the great helm from his head revealing his features. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

Sir Reynold had the head of a leopard, but his jaws were strange, they resembled those of a man, and this was what made him able to speak articulately. His fur was brown with red whiskers.

"My love. I thought I told you to stay in your quarters. This place does not deserve your beauty." Sir Reynold gently caressed her face, brushing the stray lock of hair

"I could not help it," the blond woman said, "I want to always be by your side. Every moment away from you is torture, and my heart cannot take it anymore."

"My love…" Sir Reynold drew her closer to him and bent down for a kiss. Her lips were warm and welcoming and Sir Reynold forgot himself in her taste. Everyone in the control deck shifted their attention away and focused on their duties, they still wanted to live, and spying on the captain when he was having fun was a quick way to die an agonizing death.

Sir Reynold felt his heart beating in happiness that spread a shocking wave of well-being through his system that he nearly swooned. After all this time, she still remained the same, still tastes the same.