The Mysteries of the Relict Pyramid (Reality Benders Book #9) by Michael Atamanov

Author:Michael Atamanov [Atamanov, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: litRPG, realrpg, hero, SciFi, Space, Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Fantasy, rpmane
Publisher: Magic Dome Books
Published: 2022-07-25T00:00:00+00:00

C H A P T E R 1 6 . T I E R 4 3 , G R O U P 1 2 , H E A D I N G 7 8

MY TRAVELLING WIFE Leng Valeri-Urla had gotten held up for some reason, so I had to call her mentally and hurry her along because we were cutting it very close to the beginning of the battle, and every minute was of the essence. We had finished loading the first shipment of space mines, and the twenty Imperial stealth bombers had already been placed beneath the ancient cruiser’s forcefield (I had provided access to those twenty ships during the negotiations with Georg the First), and even the experienced Alpha Iseyek admiral Georg the First had given me had arrived to the starship. But my wife was still missing...

Finally, my wayedda showed up in God of War’s huge shuttle hangar.

Leng Valeri-Urla was walking unhurriedly, accompanying Leng Florianna ton Unatari the Truth Seeker in her wheelchair, and holding a picture three by five feet wrapped in an opaque film. The women had an impressive escort of thirty huge praying mantises and armed Humans, but the entire defense team stopped delicately fifty feet in front of me, entrusting the two prominent ladies’ security to the Kung of Earth.

“Forgive me for the delay, my husband,” Valeri crossed her eyes and pointed at Flora, who really could not go any faster, much less walk on her barely functioning legs. “And for the fact that I was not able to help you in the negotiations with the emperor.”

Along with Ayni the Miyelonian and two security troops that hurried to help, we picked up Leng Florianna’s chair and carried it into the shuttle.

Valeri placed the wrapped painting alongside her. I noticed that the Tailaxian’s hands and fingers were covered in dry paint, primarily green. My wife’s opulent dress also had plenty of stains. In what must have been a sudden burst of inspiration, the two artists had produced a collaborative work,

and had done it in such a frenzied rush that they had no concern for keeping their clothes clean.

“No need to apologize for the negotiations,” I said when the shuttle doors had closed, and the flying vehicle started lifting off. “Valeri, you were actually a big help. No matter how fearsome and cruel a negotiator the emperor may be, he has a weakness: his wife, the White Queen. Kung Georg loves Leng Astra madly, listens to what she has to say, and trusts her opinions. The White Queen meanwhile really liked you and your pet... by the way, where is Little Sister?”

I looked around in surprise, because I could not see the Shadow Panther that normally followed Leng Valeri everywhere.

“She’s here, in the shuttle,” Gerd Ayni the Listener pointed a clawed paw at the end of the compartment and I turned.

Visually, there was nothing there, but I ran a scan and confirmed what she said. The Shadow Panther had stuffed herself into a faraway seat and was for some reason cowering.

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