A few minutes before 8:30 the doorbell rang. Amelia went to open the door only to find a blond carrying several bags of food for the feast to come.

  “Is there a party that I don’t know about?” the girl asked.

  “So you should be Ami. It’s nice to meet you. Can you help me out with the food? There are more bags in the car,” Milagros greeted the girl who had some physical resemblances with her uncle.

  “Um, sure I can get them, but how many are we going to be?”

  “So it was a joke after all that you were eating five times more?”

  “Oh, no. It makes sense now. It’s just that we were eating out so I didn’t consider it in bags of food,” Amelia admitted her mistake and went gladly to pick up the bags from the car parked at the door.

  “Damn, I was still hoping it was a joke. Even just this will disturb the whole industry,”

  “Yeah, because it will be more disturbed by food than by alien invasions, won’t it?” Amelia said carelessly.

  The food issue was minor compared to other worries they had, but the problem was that Milagros did not know what to expect. She just knew there was something going on, something even bigger than COVID and that it was almost fictional. She also knew that Emilio managed to get the information before anyone else. With that information and Amelia's comment she was beyond shocked. At least until she realized the girl was joking.

  “Stop joking with me girl, you know that your uncle might be the most informed person in the world right now. Go get the bags from the car and let’s go in.”

  “Joking? So you really know nothing,” Amelia shook her head, “You are in for a treat today. I didn’t really joke here.”

  Amelia headed to the car, leaving a pale-faced Milagros that was almost almost passing out and was still frozen when she came back with the rest of the bags of food.

  “Are you closing your car and coming in?” Amelia asked, as if she was not the reason why the woman was frozen.

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  Milagros was not able to answer but did just as asked, closing the car and entering the house. When she entered the kitchen and found Emilio who looked as usual and not worried at all, she recovered a little.

  Either way, Emilio noticed that something was going on with her manager.

  “Hi Mili, are you OK? You look really bad.”

  “Please tell me there is no alien invasion,” she begged.

  “Ami, why did you drop that bomb as soon as you saw her?!” Emilio scolded his niece “You should have let us celebrate for a while before giving the worst of the news.” He turned back to Milagros, quite apologetic, but still told the truth. “I'm sorry Mili, that’s actually one of the biggest problems and the main reason I declined the exclusivity of information.”

  “How did you even get this information?”

  “From an alien, I suppose. Where did you think the Shopkeepers came from? They are obviously not from Earth.”

  With that comment Milagros reevaluated her definition of aliens. The shopkeepers seemed human, but if they were not from Earth, then technically they were aliens.

  “Well, if we are talking about that kind of aliens, at least diplomacy is a possible solution,” She finally commented, regaining her composure.

  “It depends, do you have the Language trait to talk with them?” Emilio pointed out and he received a warning.

  “And the beloved System just told me I can’t talk about the Trait. Let’s leave it at that. Just know that language might be a barrier for diplomacy, but not the biggest one.

  “Historically when two different societies meet for the first time. The stronger enslaved the weaker. This happened countless times over the years and this time we are meeting another society. One with people who were able to raise their Stats their whole life, and they might have developed methods to do it and train their Skills.

  “I prefer to not risk myself and my family over the bet that we are stronger than them.”

  “Ok, I get why you wanted to dedicate all your time to training,” Milagros admitted “Also thank you for pressuring me to do the Trial. For now, let’s forget about this and let’s go celebrate. It’s not as if I can solve anything by having the whole discussion one hour earlier.”

  “Sure, but no alcohol. I need us to be sober. There are a lot of things to talk about.”

  “Damn, I really need something to drink after just a little chat with you,” Milagros commented sadly.

  “I can offer you juice,” Emilio said with a smile. After all, juice was something to drink, wasn’t it?

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