"Oh, I'm a halfling hailing from another race, you didn't know that... I forgot!"

While Seron choked on his saliva, Marx Gier's entire attitude transformed from that of an injured, almost dead man to that of someone who would fight against the foreign races with his life on the line.

When Jason saw this, he released his Celestia aura, while his stigma began to glow brightly.

His golden-silverish eyes began to release a calming, yet radiant glow, and it only took a few seconds before the three traits began to merge.

Jason's body was enveloped in a golden-silverish hue, and his entire demeanor changed in a matter of seconds as he asked with an ice-cold voice.

"Did I fight with or against the Argos alliance?"

There was no need for him to mention that the Elvyr race had only come to take him with them, or what race his father belonged to.

If Jason had to be honest, he was not even sure what kind of existence his father was because both Fasro and Lusan didn't know the exact answer either.

They had only told him that the Celestia race was like gods to them, but how should Jason know, what exactly that meant? 

There were many unknown things he had yet to figure out, and even more that attracted his interest.

Nevertheless, now that mankind had to face one of its biggest crises, there were other things to pay attention to.

Marx Gier was too injured to fight against Jason and he was fully aware of this.

If he wanted to, he would have to simply take out Degar and shoot one of the blazing bullets. It would be enough to end the patriarch's life!

He might have to overexert his mana and fill it with every single trace of mana he could absorb and Solaris' fire affinity had to be strained too, but it was evident how unstable the Gier patriarch's current condition was.

One wrong move and he might die.

Because of that, Marx Gier had to calm himself, while Seron had already jumped up to soothe his father's anger before he averted his attention to Jason.

"So….you are a halfling? How...and why and ...I don't understand anything…!"

Jason could fully understand Seron's confusion because he was as helpless as his friend.

Smiling ruefully, he retracted his aura that had enveloped Anna, who was still in his arms.

He put her on the ground before carefully holding her arms to pull her up in a standing position in order to help her adjust to her new body.

At the same time, Jason wanted to ease the tension that permeated through the entire room.

Nobody could escape the cute antics of a baby, even less if it was a beautiful baby girl!

It was still unclear what he should do with the baby girl who had a transmigrated soul in her body, but it was evident that he couldn't leave her alone.

The world was way too dangerous and Jason was not sure where a baby, and an orphan at that, would be sent to!

She might be in constant danger while being with him, but that was the case everywhere around Canir, and Jason thought that it was safer to keep her with him than someone else.

He was at least trying to help, in his own small way.

Marx Gier had calmed down after hearing Jason's words because they were certainly true.

After that, he recalled the other foreign races that had fought with the Argos alliance.

With that in mind, it was difficult to stereotype Jason as someone dishonest, and the Gier patriarch began to see Jason's honesty as an attempt to receive his trust!

This certainly worked because nobody with the slightest trace of sanity left within them would openly reveal that they were a halfling belonging to the human and another race!

Even less in times where everyone loathed foreign races and those that colluded with them.

There were certain exceptions and quite a lot of them at that, but the vast majority of humans wanted to live a quiet and peaceful life and be left alone. 

Human minds were simple. Their greed knew no bounds but letting others, those that were stronger control them was no problem as long as nothing interfered in their daily life!

Unfortunately, this was exactly what had happened through the Great Argos war and Jason assumed that Marx Gier and his entire clan was his best bet to calm down everyone, and retain harmony.

In the end, it was not the most important to avoid the big clans from clashing with each other, but more to prevent the enraged citizens from starting a civil war.

There might not be many strong powerhouses amongst ordinary citizens, but from what Jason understood, Mike was not the only weapon manufacturer, and neither the best!

Those were his own words, and Jason knew that everything would become even more chaotic than it had been during the Great Argos war if other weapon manufacturers were to sell their guns and ammo for a cheap price.

"If the Gier clan won't cooperate it's more difficult to reestablish peace, that's for sure. However, at the same time, I can already tell you that the Nil, Unda, Olia, and Melar clans are willing to form an alliance too….I wonder who will become the most likely threat to them? That is if they're trying to annex other big clans, which nobody can say for sure in the current state of anarchy!"

The information about the four big clans was news to him, which Jason had learned about by accidentally eavesdropping on them.

However, it was also known that all four clans had suffered huge losses which made it unlikely for them to attack the Gier clan that had the lowest number of casualties.

Despite it not being dangerous, knowing that four big clans were willing to form an alliance meant that the other, weakened big clans would follow suit, in fear of being annexed.

As such, Jason's argument to form an alliance before anyone else held some merit. There was no need to conquer other lands, and simply restoring the lands while clearing the regions around cities of beasts at the peak Lique stage would be enough to avoid the biggest issues.

Other than that, the Great Argos war had also brought lots of new manuals and books from all kinds of foreign races to the forefront!

All that was required now was a skilled translator, and it might be possible to mass-produce body refinement manuals, exactly like Jason had already done before.

"I understand...I'm sorry if I don't know how to treat you right now, but at least your reasoning is right...My current position as patriarch is endangered due to my injury, and every move of mine will be observed carefully. One mistake and others might drive me out from my current position…

Is that why you want to translate the Floating Sky movement technique in exchange for establishing an alliance with the surrounding kingdoms?"

Marx Gier was definitely worthy of the patriarch's position because he'd gauged Jason's reason to offer to translate the Floating sky movement technique within minutes.

To put it simply, distributing the fully translated floating sky technique to the key members of the Gier clan would lessen the pressure on patriarch Marx, which was exactly what Jason had planned to do.

However, instead of acknowledging that Marx Gier had been able to figure out his reason, Jason smiled as he shrugged his shoulders while playing with the little girl who was trying to wriggle around with all her efforts.

"Maybe, I just want to imprint the translated version of the floating sky movement technique and use it for myself, who knows!" 

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