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.