Wallace was stunned.
What the hell just happened?
What kind of marketing plan was this?
He stared at the screen, watching the chat box fill with comments.
People were praying and praising him for his kindness. How had the old butler pulled this off? Mendez had spun a tale of suffering—completely made up—but it had touched the hearts of the townspeople.
Wallace admired his butler's brilliance. Mendez was truly amazing.
He shook off his shock and forced himself to focus on the new developments. He closed the chat, letting the townspeople talk among themselves.
Suddenly, an alarm blared through the spaceship.
[ Ding!
[ Vamstroja Prime destination reached.
[ Please prepare to disembark! ]
The armored warriors of the Vamstroja race turned to Wallace and nodded.
Their armor shone under the spaceship's artificial lights, each piece designed to be both beautiful and functional.
