Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 31: The Dark Scarab

Sure enough, it was just as Tucker said.

The Khalid family, which controls the entire planet, is secretly connected with the cult in the lower nest!
Alvin stared intently at the handsome young man dressed in aristocratic clothes standing next to the governor of Hadley planet in the luxurious hovercraft.

It was him who funded the Hammer Gang in the Lower Nest and took the life of his predecessor with his psychic powers.

Calm down, you must calm down. Alvin suppressed his anger, kept telling himself that he needed to calm down, and took his eyes off the young man.

But, right now.

The young man on the hovercraft frowned slightly.

His five senses, greatly amplified by psychic energy, allowed him to sense the murderous intent released from the crowd in just a split second.

The young man turned his head and looked at the dense crowd on the street on the right, but the huge crowd made it difficult for him to accurately find the source of the "murderous aura" in the first place.

"Rashid, mind your manners."

Governor Hadley beside him lowered his voice and spoke slowly: "You should look forward and show the dignity of our Hadley family, instead of looking around like an untrained civilian. This will make other families laugh at our Hadley family's etiquette."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Galken."

Rashid responded softly, immediately retracted his gaze, and put on his serious demeanor with his eyes looking forward again.

"Very good, do your duty well and don't forget your mission."

Governor Galken Hadley looked straight ahead, not even at Rashid, and his voice was filled with dignity: "Before the true heir reaches adulthood, you must shoulder the responsibilities and duties that a qualified heir must have, and you must not make any mistakes."

"Yes, Uncle Galken."

Rashid maintained his noble demeanor and made a promise lightly: "I swear to His Majesty the Emperor that I will use my life to protect the true heir from all risks."

There was no more communication between the two of them, and they fell into an atmosphere of silence.

The military parade outside the venue was pushed to a climax by the crowd.

The planetary governor's luxurious car was driving on the spotless wide avenue, followed closely by the Roselle planetary defense force.

Judging from their pace and equipment, Alvin determined that this troop was definitely an elite one!
No wonder he could become the reserve of the Astra Militarum.

But this invisibly deepened Alvin's worries. If this force turned to the cult, they would probably have to go see the emperor before receiving support from the empire.

"Let's go back and tell Father Aruman about this, and then make a decision."

Alvin took a deep look at the noble-looking young man in the car, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his mind.

He quietly withdrew from the crowd watching the ceremony.

At Father Aruman's request, Alvin came to Barron's Restaurant at 105 Fernan Street.

A plate of Gro steak and a bottle of Amasek cost a total of 800 kronor, including 200 kronor for the Gro steak and 600 kronor for the Amasek.

After lamenting that one meal could cost him nearly three months' salary, Alvin decisively gave up the idea of ​​tasting Gro's steak.

For two hundred kronor, he would rather eat an energy bar!
With the remaining two hundred crowns in his pocket, Alvin looked up at the time and found that it was still early for sunset, so he planned to go to the black market in Zhongzu.

There are black markets everywhere in Su City, which is not a strange thing. After all, most of the items traded in the black market are smuggled goods from the upper class, so law enforcement officers mostly turn a blind eye and basically will not be too strict as long as no one is killed.

After asking around, Alvin found the Mullens neighborhood.

Unlike the generally dirty, messy and chaotic appearance of the lower nest, the black market in the middle nest is obviously much cleaner and tidier.

Probably because of the "celebration", there are very few people in the black market today. Only a dozen people can be seen setting up stalls.

As usual, Alvin disguised himself, walked around twice, and stopped in front of a stall that interested him.

A small incense burner with exquisite craftsmanship and hollow carvings aroused his interest.

When Alvin picked up the incense burner and held it in his hand, the identification results of the Navigator System suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Item detected: Blessing incense burner (old)]

[The incense burner blessed by the state priest has little incense left inside. The risk of being noticed by the subspace demons can be greatly reduced during the burning period.] [Energy available: 0 units]

Wow, not bad, this is good stuff!
Alvin's eyes lit up. The incense burner blessed by the priest of the state religion would largely avoid the risk of being infected by the subspace when using psychic energy in the future.

"How much is this thing?" He looked at the stall owner and asked.

"Three thousand crowns."

The stall owner was obviously a bounty hunter, with a rusty red long knife and a gun hanging on his waist. He quoted a sky-high price right away.

After hearing the other party's offer, Alvin sneered and put the incense burner back to its original place: "Okay, keep it for yourself. Goodbye."

After saying that, he stood up and left without hesitation, without any intention of bargaining at all.

"Hey, wait, don't be so anxious!"

At this time, the stall owner behind called Alvin and showed an awkward smile on his face: "I just said it nonsense, how about 800 crowns?"

"one hundred."

Alvin turned to look at the stall owner and bargained right down to his ankle.

"Hey, do you have good eyesight?" The stall owner was furious and shouted, "This is an incense burner blessed by a minister of the state religion. Look at the workmanship. One hundred? You are dreaming!"

"The incense burner blessed by the Anglican priest is very precious, but..."

Alvin paused for a moment and looked at the stall owner jokingly: "The most important thing about this thing is the incense ash inside. There's only a little bit of ash the size of a fingernail left in your incense burner. How dare you sell it for 800?"

"Uh"

The stall owner's face flushed red as if his neck was choked, and he said with a stiff face: "Even if there is only a little left, this is also an incense burner blessed by the pastor of the state religion!"

"Then keep it for yourself."

Alvin turned around decisively again and was about to leave.

The blessing incense burner is very precious, but apart from the meaningless exquisite craftsmanship, the most important thing is the incense ash inside.

That thing is the important material for resisting the erosion of the subspace. As for the hollow alloy incense burner outside, it is purely a tradition of the state religion. It is useless except for looking good.

Sure enough, just as he took three steps, the stall owner became anxious and said quickly: "200, 200 kronor, it can't be any lower!"

Alvin turned his head and frowned, "150 crowns, if it works I'll take it, if not you keep it."

"Okay, okay, it's my bad luck. You can take it."

The stall owner acted like he had suffered a huge loss, and said with a pained face: "This thing has been sitting there for so long and no one wants it, so I'll just give it to you at a bargain."

It's impossible to lose money. Alvin knows that the other party is just pretending.

Apart from psychics, basically no one would want this thing, and the incense burner was covered in dust, which showed that it had been there for a long time, so he lowered the price as much as possible.

Suddenly, Alvin caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye that looked a little strange.

The thing was black in color and shaped like a palm-sized semicircular metal device with dark green and black patterns, and it looked like it had just been dug out of the ground.

"What? Are you interested in this?" The stall owner noticed his gaze and said with a grin, "Let me tell you, this is a good thing. I sacrificed more than a dozen of my brothers to get this thing. If you want it, take it for 300 kronor."

Alvin frowned, took the thing in his hand, and the identification results appeared before his eyes.

[Item detected: Underworld Scarab (Excellent - Damaged)]

[A Necromancer creation used to repair Necromancer devices. It can basically decompose any substance into energy. However, during its long sleep, the beetles inside the device have completely died.]

[Energy available: 0 units]

Alvin's mind went blank and he almost went into a trance.

Are you kidding me? I thought the Nakmund Corridor, coupled with the surrounding cults, was already a hellish start.

Does the Emperor think that the difficulty is not enough? Digging out the "Underworld Scarab" in this broken place means that there is a sleeping tomb of the dead? !
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(End of this chapter)