Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 158: Heir to the Great Merchant Dynasty
Alvin woke up from the nightmare. After being silent for half a second, he looked at the unfamiliar old man with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth: "Excuse me, who are you?"

If it weren't for the old age of the old man, he would have slapped him. Was he kidding me? He acknowledged his relationship as soon as he opened his mouth?

Horn was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, so he cleared his throat and said seriously: "I am Horn Valxius. In terms of blood relationship, I am your grandfather."

Alvin suddenly realized.

I see, this is his noble grandfather!
"Child, I know... it may be difficult for you to accept it now. After all, I..." Horn was about to comfort his little grandson.

As a result, Alvin jumped down from the soft bed and hugged his thighs: "Grandpa - I finally found you!!!"

it is good!
So shameless!

Horn's eyelids twitched wildly. He didn't expect that his grandson was so aware of the current situation. No wonder he was his father's son. Just based on his thick skin, he would definitely be a talent in the future.

There is hope for family succession!
Horn stroked Alvin's hair and whispered, "Don't worry, kid, I'm here... No one will bully you anymore. I swear in the name of 'Valxius' that I will train you to be a qualified noble!"

If Alvin could hear what Horn was thinking, he would probably curl his lips in disdain.

Now that I have fallen to the level of a scavenger, what face do I still have?
No matter what, even if you are a noble in the cesspool, you are at least many times better than the scavenger in the cesspool!
As for the face?
Whoever wants that thing can take it, he wants to cling to the noble grandfather's thigh tightly!
"Kid, how are you feeling?"

Horn really looked like a kind old man. He stroked Alvin's hair, showing a bit of kindness on his old face. He said in a gentle tone, "You were taken to the warp by the great demon of Tzeentch. It is normal to feel uncomfortable. If you feel something is wrong, just say it."

"I... feel fine, nothing's wrong."

After much hesitation, Alvin decided to keep secret what he saw in his dream. Otherwise... there was no telling if the old man would get so excited that he would pull out his gun and shoot him.

After all, breaking into the four kingdoms of gods in a dream was a bit too outrageous no matter how you looked at it.

As for the final scene in the nightmare...

To be honest, Alvin couldn't quite understand it. Could it be that the prisoner on the Golden Throne could no longer be suppressed?

"Now that you've almost recovered, why don't you come with me to the banquet? There are a lot of people...waiting to see you."

Horn smiled, but in Alvin's eyes, there was an indescribable feeling in the old man's smile.

"Oh……"

Only then did Alvin have time to look around.

The huge crystal ceiling lamp, the soft carpet covered with the fur of unknown creatures, and the burning incense, any one of the furnishings in the room would be enough to make the gangsters in the lower nest fight over it!
This is... the life of aristocrats!
In the past, Alvin had tried his best to imagine that the nobles of Upper Nest would live a luxurious life, but he never expected... that it could be so damn luxurious!
To be honest, even if Tony came, he would probably curse: what a luxury and waste!
"Kid, I know...it's crude."

However, what Horn said directly broke Alvin's defense. He whispered with some pain: "But this is already the best room in Roselle. It will be much better when we return to our ship. Just be patient for now."

"..."

Alvin was stunned for more than ten seconds.

No, he felt that this place was no less than the imperial palace, but in the old man's eyes, it was only barely qualified?

How extravagant must a true aristocrat be?
"Change the young master's clothes."

Horn snapped his fingers calmly.

Soon, two maids with excellent figures and good looks came in from outside the door, holding soft aristocratic clothing and bowing gently: "Dear Master Alvin, from now on, we will be responsible for your food, clothing, housing and transportation. If you need anything, you can tell us."

Well, as expected of aristocrats, the standard maids are so beautiful.

Alvin looked at her a few more times, but quickly looked away. As an ambitious man, beauty was only the lowest level of desire.

He has greater and higher aspirations.

Little did he know that his performance earned him a few extra points in Horn's eyes.

He thought that his grandson, who was born in the lower nest and had never experienced luxury, would quickly become immersed in all kinds of desires and become unable to extricate himself. Therefore, Horn initially planned to let Alvin experience everything he had never experienced or enjoyed before, until he got tired of it and then took the initiative to name him.

But now it seems that he was worrying too much. Alvin's performance was excellent. Apart from the aristocratic etiquette, he couldn't even find any fault with it.

Although Alvin was a little uncomfortable with it, he still managed to complete the changing process with the help of two maids.

Suddenly, as if a sudden inspiration came to his mind, an idea popped up from the depths of his mind. Isn't it a bit dangerous?
After thinking for half a second, Alvin asked the two maids to go out for a while. Although the two maids didn't quite understand, they still did it.

Soon, Alvin, who had changed into noble clothes again, walked out of the room contentedly.

I have to say, I don’t know what the nobles’ clothes are made of, but they are very soft to wear and embroidered with gold thread textures. At first glance, they look very simple, but they are luxurious and restrained.

"These two will be responsible for taking care of your daily life from now on."

Horn looked at Alvin, who had just changed his clothes, with a satisfied look on his face. Then he looked at the two maids with a sharp gaze and said calmly, "But there is one thing I need to remind you of. They are only responsible for your daily life. You can make any request, but... you can't pour too much emotion on them. Do you understand me?"

I understand. Isn't it just about controlling your crotch?

Alvin nodded slightly, understanding the implicit meaning of the old man's words, but he had no idea about it for the time being.

"Yeah, not bad, it looks much better now."

Horn looked Alvin up and down, then said calmly, "According to the imperial law, you are not yet the heir of Valxus, so I will not ask you to follow the etiquette of the nobility. And considering your background, these things... I will teach you slowly in the future."

Hearing this, Alvin suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Others may not understand, but he knows too well how annoying the imperial nobles are. The etiquette and family history alone are enough to give him a hard time!

"Come with me, child."

Horn stepped forward and straightened Alvin's collar himself. He said in a serious tone, "Next, I will take you to meet the officials of the empire, and then officially confirm... you will become the heir of Valxus!"

"Um...Grandpa, how long have I been unconscious?" Alvin followed behind Horn and asked cautiously.

"Fifteen days."

Horn said calmly.

"Then... have all the cults been dealt with?" Alvin was most worried about Roselle's cult: "Also, has the Governor of Galken been captured?"

Horn stopped walking, without looking back, and said indifferently: "These are all trivial matters. You don't need to worry about them at all."

Seeing this, Alvin could only hold back his doubts and continue to follow Horn until they came to a big door.

The waiter at the door opened the door for them.

The magnificent light seemed to be shining from inside, and the luxurious atmosphere that came to Alvin's face even made him feel like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time in his life.

Good guy!
Dozens of people gathered in the luxurious palace filled with top nobles. Judging from their clothes, almost all of them were nobles, including cardinals of the state religion, great sages of the Mechanicus, and even officers of the empire.

He even saw Captain Albert, who had rescued him, and another unfamiliar Astartes Captain, who were having an intense conversation in a corner.

Judging from the shape of their lips...oh, they are discussing dividing the spoils!

Alvin moved his stiff eyes and looked at Horn, who called himself his 'grandfather'. He swallowed and said, "Um... would you like to check it again? I'm afraid I made a mistake."

It was the first time in his life that he saw so many nobles!
Suddenly, he transformed from a scavenger in the lower nest into an imperial noble. The change of identity was tantamount to ascending to heaven in one step. Until now, he still had an illusion of dreaming!
"I know what you're worried about, kid."

Horn smiled and patted his shoulder. His tone was very gentle. He said, "When you were unconscious, I had already drawn your blood sample and compared it with the family. The result is... the gene identification shows that you are a direct relative. You... Alvin Valxius, are the direct descendant who inherited the Valxius bloodline!"

The old man's last few words suddenly rose in pitch.

The whispers in the entire palace suddenly quieted down, and dozens of slightly scrutinizing eyes suddenly focused on Alvin, making him feel more pressured.

"Everyone!"

Horn took Alvin with him, walked along the red carpet, and came to the center of the palace under the gaze of a group of imperial officials, Astartes, and state church priests. He said loudly: "Thank the Emperor for his blessing. The child next to me is the next successor of the 'Valxius' merchant dynasty... Alvin Valxius!"

Boom!

A thunderclap seemed to explode in Alvin's mind.

He... is Valsius, the heir to the merchant dynasty? !

Thanks to 'Black Amber' for the reward~
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(End of this chapter)