Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 159: An Indispensable Rituals for Nobles

The huge banquet hall is magnificent and golden.

But Alvin's mind was completely confused until this moment. He didn't expect that Valsius was actually a wandering merchant!
Rogue Traders can be traced back to the 30th millennium. They were appointed by the Primarchs, military leaders, and Emperors of the Imperium of Mankind. Their main responsibility was to expand the territory for the Imperium of Mankind and explore unknown areas.

Because Rogue Merchants often travel in unknown areas where information exchange is not smooth and the human empire is difficult to govern, they have to deal with unknown alien civilizations, even immigrant planets of human expeditions in the Golden Age, as well as various threats.

Therefore, Rogue Traders have extremely high levels of freedom.

As long as the Rogue Merchants believe that their actions are in line with the interests of the Empire, they can even act as diplomats and conduct trade exchanges with alien civilizations that are usually prohibited from communicating with the Empire in exchange for appropriate benefits.

Of course...if necessary, Rogue Merchants can order private armed forces to carry out reasonable looting, or directly exterminate those weak heretic civilizations!

To sum it up, it can be summed up in one sentence.

The emperor has granted special permission... to execute first and report later!
The power of Rogue Merchants is so great that they can be described as "frontier governors". Even in remote star regions and planets where the Empire cannot exercise power, they are the local emperors!

In the 40th millennium of mankind, Rogue Merchants are the last sign of the human empire's pioneering and enterprising spirit!
They are explorers and plunderers!
To some extent, Rogue Merchants are more like the privateering fleets that were once granted permission by the British Empire!
However, not every Rogue Trader family has the privilege of 'hereditary succession'. Except for trade letters issued by the Emperor himself, the Primarchs, and a very small number of High Lords, many Rogue Traders do not have the qualifications for hereditary succession.

Merchants who have the qualification of "hereditary succession" are often called - Merchant Dynasties!
"Go ahead, kid."

While Alvin was stunned, Horn quietly pushed him and made him stand in the spotlight.

Inside the banquet hall, powerful imperial men from all sides focused their attention on the only bloodline heir of the ancient Valshus merchant dynasty!
It can be said that his appearance... saved Valshus!

The cardinal of the state religion sprinkled holy water on Alvin, chanted the Emperor's prayer, offered blessings from the state religion, and recognized him as the successor to the Emperor's will!
According to ancient imperial documents, the Varshus merchant dynasty can be traced back to the 30th millennium. His family is the Lord of Mankind, who personally issued the trade license!

The name of Alvin Valshus will be copied onto a blessed parchment scroll by officials from the Ministry of the Interior and sent to the great Terra Palace for safekeeping!
The priest of the state religion held up a parchment scroll and read aloud. According to the will of the Emperor and the results of the gene sequence identification, it was confirmed that Alvin Valshus indeed had a direct lineage of the Valshus merchant dynasty!
Horn even personally took out the "Trade Certificate" issued to his family by the Emperor ten thousand years ago during the Great Crusade.

On the projection, which was like a wall, was the "Trade Certificate" that symbolized the family's honor, power, and status thousands of years ago!
Be obedient...

During the Great Crusade, the Emperor himself issued a "Trade Certificate", which even had a drop of the blood of the Lord of Mankind left on it. Needless to say, the value of this thing is very high, right?

Alvin looked at the sacred seal in the projection, as if he could feel the remaining power of the Emperor from it!

He once fantasized that his family was very powerful.

But... I never expected that they would be so powerful. No wonder they can drive a 'Conqueror-class cruiser'. It turns out they are the oldest merchant dynasty in the empire!
It is estimated that there are only a few ancient trade certificates like this in the entire empire. This shows how precious they are!

No wonder so many people come!

From the country's cardinals to the Astartes... it's true that the people with the lowest political status in this banquet hall are probably the two captains of the chapter.

The Grand Sage of the Mechanicus presented Alvin with the blessing from Ohm Messiah and was willing to give him the income of an entire industrial world as a small gift.

Raymond, the first captain of the Watchers Astartes Chapter, expressed his willingness to forge a deep friendship with Alvin on behalf of the yet-to-arrive chapter commander, and promised Alvin that no matter where in the galaxy Alvin is in the future, as long as he needs them, they will be willing to go through the dangerous passages of the subspace and offer all the help they can!
Albert, the captain of the Frostwolf Fangs, made a similar promise and even found a finely crafted power sword from the chapter's warehouse and gave it to him as a gift.

This finely crafted power sword once killed a Khorne Daemon!
The bloodstains on the sword that could not be wiped off were the wails of the Great Demon of Khorne before his death. Alvin liked it very much and said that if he had the chance in the future, he would personally chop off the head of a Great Demon of Khorne!

In the extremely cumbersome process, Alvin was like a puppet, at the mercy of the cardinal of the state church.

It was finally over and he could finally take a breath. What awaited him next was to have hypocritical conversations with people from various forces like a 'noble'.

In Horn's words, this is an indispensable occasion for a wandering trader.

They must learn how to unite their allies. Only in this way can the family continue!

Of course, Alvin also made a friend.

It is said that Caron from the knight world ran non-stop on the road after receiving the call for help, but he still failed to catch up in the end.

By the time they arrived at Roselle, the cult had been blasted by the macro cannon and was crying for their parents. They had all been wiped out by the Astra Militarum. He was filled with deep regret and angrily scolded the Chaos heretics for holding on for a few more days and waiting for him to arrive before dying. He was extremely depressed.

"Next time you have any trouble, remember to come to me first!" Caron is about the same age as him, but his face is full of pain.

Alvin expressed deep sympathy. He was familiar with the complicated etiquette of the Knight Family. Every day after waking up, he would kneel in the family's prayer hall and pray to the family history that stretched from mountain to sea. This life was more miserable than that of an ascetic. No wonder every knight, after becoming an adult and owning a knight mecha, wished that there would be wars in the galaxy every day and that they would never go back.

Alvin agreed and appeased the noble from the knight family.

Fortunately, he managed to hold back his laughter. At the same time, he was somewhat relieved that he was not the heir of a knight family.

"Hello, my name is Charles Granthor."

At this time, an old man suddenly appeared, looked at Alvin kindly, and said slowly: "You may not know me, but you should know my disciple... Winnie Winslet. I am her mentor. Can I ask you a few questions?"

It’s finally here...the ultimate devil!

"Of course, your Excellency Judge Granthor."

Alvin swallowed hard. Facing the questioning of an Inquisitor, he would have to be careful even if it was Horn himself, not to mention the heir of the Rogue Trader.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm not here to accuse you."

Charles Granthor seemed very gentle. He smiled and waved his hand, then asked, "I heard from Captain Albert of the Frostwolf Fangs that you met my disciple Winnie Winslet in the warp, right?"

After pondering for a moment, Alvin took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes, Master Gransol, we did meet your disciples in the subspace."

"That's good...that's good..."

Hearing this, Gransol seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive, then I feel relieved."

Alvin looked at Gransol's bleak expression, opened his mouth, and said hesitantly: "You... don't want to ask what happened?"

Gransol sighed deeply, shook his head bitterly and said, "What's the point of asking?"

No matter what, Winnie, at least she is still alive, which is a blessing in disguise.

As for more, as an inquisitor of the empire, he knew clearly which questions could be asked and which questions absolutely could not be asked.

"Excuse me, do you need any drinks?"

As the two were talking, the waiter next to them lowered his head and approached them with drinks.

"Uh, no thanks." Alvin didn't care too much and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it.

However, the judge next to him, Gransol, suddenly frowned, as if he had noticed something. He suddenly raised his hand and pushed Alvin out, shouting loudly: "Be careful, there is an assassin!"

Are there assassins? !

At this moment, Alvin's mind was completely confused.

The lively atmosphere of the banquet was brought to a freezing point by this shout. Under everyone's astonished gaze, Gransol pulled out the grenade launcher he carried with him and aimed at the waiter.

Without a word of nonsense, this mature and experienced judge pulled the trigger directly!

He had great confidence in his own judgment, but the waiter holding the drinks, after realizing he was exposed, simply threw away the silver plate, lowered his body to dodge several bullets, and suddenly burst out with strength in his legs, like a hunting cheetah, with ferocious murderous intent in his eyes, and instantly pounced on Alvin!

This scene happened so quickly that no one present could react.

He was a specially trained assassin, very agile and quick in his movements, and the distance was so close that even Astartes was unable to rescue him in time.

Alvin's pupils shrank slightly. Just as he was about to use his psychic power to repel the assassin, he suddenly felt extremely nauseous, as if his soul was being devoured. Numerous phantoms appeared before his eyes, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: "Oh no, I encountered a soulless person!"

The other party seemed to know him very well, and even sent out the Soulless, an assassin who could restrain psychics.

Under the horrified gazes of Horn, the Cardinal of the Ecclesiarchy, the Grand Sage of the Mechanicum, the Grand Inquisitor, the Captain of the Astartes, and a group of others, the assassin used all his strength to stab a dagger covered with kinetic energy into Alvin's chest!

There are two more chapters, and today is still 10,000 a day~ I hope there will be a strong subscription, and use the monthly ticket to kill me~
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(End of this chapter)