Chapter 1701: Sage Races II
Sage races? Now that was a term Jack had never heard before. Yet he paid great attention to it, not only because she called the Primal a member of the Sage races, or at least insinuated it, but Lex had recently created a new alias for himself by the name of Obsidian Sage. What were the chances that he had, unknowingly, turned that alias into a bigshot with some hidden background lore even he himself didn’t know about? Turns out, the chances were pretty high.
Grimshaw grimaced at Oroo’s words.
"Come now, Oroo, don’t be like that," Grimshaw said, trying to be persuasive. "The Primal race has been the universe’s peacekeepers for a long time. They are trustworthy."
Oroo sneered.
"Don’t act familiar with me, Grimshaw. If the Primals are peacekeepers, then tell me why there’s no peace anywhere in the universe? Sounds like they’re doing a bad job to me."
"Ladies and gentlemen, that, in mundane colloquialism, is called a savage burn," announced Bob, interrupting the rather serious scene.
Everyone turned to look at Bob just in time to see Tiny-Sparkles stuffing a chicken wing into the Drama-cats mouth. Tiny-Sparkles gave all the bigshots a weak smile, and suppressed his urge to strangle Bob.
The member of the Artica race who had appeared finally seemed unable to ignore the situation anymore, and approached the trio of Oroo, Grimshaw and the Primal.
"Dear guests, while the Artica race is normally very accommodating within the limits of their established boundaries, there is a limit to our accommodation," the bird said angrily. "What the hell is going on here? I have just been informed that this entire region was entirely unsupervised. That is a serious breach of protocol, and I do not believe it happened by accident."