[Frog] Chapter 383: The Petty High Priestess

"I have come to Earth as the High Priestess of Sovereign, specifically to negotiate with you," Ayesha declared, believing this was the perfect justification.

After all, the theft of the batteries was a fact—there was no way they could deny it.

"Guess even with genetic modifications, you guys are still just as petty," Rocket Raccoon muttered without hesitation.

Drax even nodded in agreement.

"Negotiation?" Alan arched a brow. "Alright, let's hear it—what exactly do you want to negotiate?"

He wasn't going to be polite to Ayesha just because she was the High Priestess.

She was a guest on Earth.

And right now, she was sitting in his backyard.

There was no way in hell he was going to let her sit while he remained standing.

Before Ayesha could even process what was happening, Alan sat down across from her, leisurely crossing one leg over the other.

How disrespectful!"

One of Ayesha’s female attendants frowned in disapproval.

Even if he was Emperor, how could he dare act so rudely toward the High Priestess?

He hadn’t even asked for permission before sitting down! Where was his manners?!

Disrespectful?"

Wanda and Gwen both narrowed their eyes, stepping forward to stand beside Alan.

Neither of them could tolerate anyone speaking ill of him.

We didn’t invite you into our home," Gwen pointed out coldly. "And yet you parked your ship above our house and helped yourself to the backyard. So tell mehow polite is that?"

The attendant immediately shut up.

Alan could already tell the storyline was shifting again.

He had a feeling more and more things would start diverging from the movies and comics—

After all, the Sovereigns had never come to Earth before.

Yet, here they were.

"Alright, High Priestess," Alan sighed. "Tell me—what exactly do you want to negotiate?"

He really just wanted to get this over with.

Especially since their golden skin was starting to make his eyes hurt.

"I, as the representative of all Sovereign citizens, formally invite you to join our people and become one of us," Ayesha announced proudly, thinking this was an irresistible offer.

After all, in the entire universe, no bloodline was more noble than that of the Sovereigns.

Surely, Emperor would accept.

No."

Alan didn’t even hesitate before rejecting her outright.

But Ayesha acted like she hadn’t even heard him.

Instead, she continued detailing all the luxuries he would receive—

A personal palace.

Attendants.

A lifestyle on par with that of the High Priestess herself.

Gwen glanced at Ayesha, who was completely lost in her own fantasy.

If only she knew that Emperor had already caught the attention of Hela, the Goddess of Death.

And with her level of possessiveness?

The entire Sovereign race probably wouldn’t have a single peaceful day if he actually went there.

Sorry to interrupt, but let me say it again—I’m not interested." Alan cut her off.

He was starting to think Ayesha was way too full of herself to even listen to what he was saying.

Ayesha’s smile froze.

She turned stiffly toward her attendant.

"What did he just say?"

She refused to believe she had heard correctly.

Her ears must be playing tricks on her!

"High Priestess… Emperor rejected our invitation."

The attendant looked just as dumbfounded.

What?!"

Ayesha shot up from her seat in shock, so flustered that she forgot to wait for her attendants to roll out the carpet before stepping forward.

"You people are just too amazing," Alan replied, shaking his head. "I don’t think I’d be able to handle it."

In reality, he just didn’t want to spend his days surrounded by golden-skinned people all the time.

Who knew?

After a while, he might just start forgetting what other colors even looked like.

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