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...Yet, his hand trembled. Yet, Rickandel Lupaine had returned to the galaxy for less than a month, and Pilan was the latest in a series of maggots that had suddenly decided to grow a spine and start complaining.

Kelarg swirled the liquid around in his cup. Oh, he had many choice words he would have liked to say to Rick, but instead, he downed the entire cup of Arel and poured himself another. He sipped this one calmly, as he turned back to face Rick again.

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“You’ve spent the last ten years in the binding. I can’t imagine that was easy.” He took another calculated sip of wine. “Most people are required to rest for at least a couple years before they get back to any work, but no, not you.” Kelarg said, tipping the cup in Rick’s direction. “Not you.”

“What can I say? The people love me too much. If they demand my presence, I can’t help but respond.” Rick answered.

“Ah yes, Rickandel Lupaine, the benevolent god of the galaxy,” Kelarg jeered. Ah that one stung, he thought, and smirked, as he saw the first visible hint of irritation on Rick’s face. It was small, barely a downward twitch of the brow, but even that filled Kelarg with perverse satisfaction.

You can read the full story in the first chapter of "Rick Lupaine," my other story here on Royal Road. Updates on this will be slow, as the illustrations take a lot of time :)