Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 161: The Lost Treasure of Valshus

This sudden assassination served as a wake-up call for Alvin.

From now on, he'd better weld the 'Armor of Oath' to his body and never take it off, otherwise he might be killed by someone one day.

The heir to the Merchant Dynasty is too dangerous. He even felt a little regretful and considered giving up and letting the old man find another heir. He was almost stabbed to death just after the succession ceremony was announced. He dared not think about how many more assassinations there would be in the days to come!

After the banquet ended in a bad mood, Horn personally led Alvin back to the room.

The old man sat in the chair in silence for a long time, his eyes seemed to show guilt and surprise, but more of it was fear!
He didn't dare to imagine what would happen to the Valsius Merchant Dynasty if the assassin really succeeded. It would most likely lose its last heir. The best ending waiting for him would be a whale falling, and all living things would come to life, and be eaten by those greedy parasites clinging to his dead body and gnawing at his flesh and blood.

But fortunately, the Emperor still protects the ancient Valshus Merchant Dynasty!

"What happened just now. Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

Horn hesitated for a long time and asked Alvin in a tentative tone.

"No."

Alvin shook his head, looking silly, and grinned, "You've already said it's the damned heresy and chaos, what else do I have to ask?"

"Yes, that's right, it's the damned 'Chaos and Heresy'." Horn suddenly smiled, his eyes seemed to contain a trace of relief, and then said meaningfully: "Remember, kid, no matter who asks you about the assassination just now, tell him this, understand?"

"I understand, Grandpa."

Alvin understood what he was saying and nodded in reply.

Yes, no matter what the truth of the assassination just now is, from this moment on, it can only be chaos and heresy!

He could guess what Horn was worried about. If he got to the bottom of the matter, it would likely lead to even bigger consequences, which would only bring him trouble.

It doesn't matter what the truth is.

The important thing is that this matter must not be made public, otherwise it will not be good for anyone.

Probably, this is what is called, if it doesn't weigh 400 ounces, it will not even weigh 1,000 kilograms.

Horn held onto the chair, stood up and walked to Alvin, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Kid, things like this will happen more than once in the future, so you need to be careful and be wary of everyone, including me."

These days are so painful!
Alvin was in tears. He thought that he could eat and drink as much as he wanted after becoming a noble, but he didn't expect that it would be more dangerous than being a scavenger in the nest!
However, from the moment the succession ceremony was announced, he had no way out.

As the last heir of the Valshus merchant dynasty, whether he has such thoughts or not, this identity will bring him endless troubles.

"That. Grandfather?" Alvin hesitated for a long time and decided to ask: "My father, is he dead?"

He still finds his previous life a bit bizarre. How could a city in a remote star field be related to the Valsius Merchant Dynasty?
However, after hearing his question, Horn fell silent.

He seemed reluctant to talk about this topic, but when he thought of the fact that Alvin had never seen his father since he was a child, his heart softened. He sighed and said, "Your father's name is Edlas Valshus. According to family records, he once stayed on this planet for a few years."

"And your mother should have met him and gave birth to you at that time." "What happened next?" Alvin asked curiously.

"This matter is quite involved."

However, Horn was unwilling to continue, and frowned: "You only need to know that your father Edlas is related to a very important matter. When you inherit my position in the future, if there is a chance, you can explore this matter. Before that, don't ask any more questions."

For the Varshus Merchant Dynasty, what really made the Imperial High Lords and even the Mechanicus's forging generals covetous was not the "Trade Certificate".

Rather, it was a human 'treasure' that was found during the Great Crusade when exploring the Black Territory!
The High Lord of the Empire, the Forge General of the Mechanicus, the State Religion, and many other forces were all guessing what that "treasure" was.

They had found clues in the files left behind in the Terra Temple, but they were still unable to confirm it. However, Horn knew very well that the thing was a product of human technology from the Golden Age!

The reason for the decline of Valsius was that Edlas took away the "treasure" when he explored the Black Domain, but encountered a subspace storm of unknown cause and completely lost contact from then on. He was determined to be dead. Retrieving the "treasure" became the key to revitalizing Valsius.

But now, he couldn't tell Alvin.

At least, this matter must not be leaked before Alvin grows up to be a qualified heir.

Looking at the mysterious Horn, Alvin always felt that he seemed to be hiding some huge secret.

"Could there be some huge treasure hidden somewhere?" He pondered in his mind, but did not ask it out loud, so he could only put it aside for the time being.

"Don't worry, kid."

Horn smiled kindly and stroked Alvin's hair: "Before I die, I will try my best to eliminate all troubles for you and train you to be a qualified successor!"

"I think you can live for another few hundred years." This is not hypocrisy, Alvin really thinks so.

Regardless of whether the two are related by blood, at least Horn is his only direct bloodline in the Warhammer universe. Besides, he has no confidence that he can control the huge Valshus Merchant Dynasty in such a short time. Having such an old man around is undoubtedly better for him.

"I am very satisfied that you have this heart."

Horn seemed very happy, but his eyes were a little lonely. He sighed slightly and pretended to be angry and said, "But don't think that I can relax your training just because of this. You have been in the lower nest for more than ten years. You have to work harder next time!"

As a traveling merchant noble, there is more to learn than just aristocratic etiquette.

Including, but not limited to, marksmanship, strategy, trade, diplomacy, etiquette, politics, swordsmanship, etc. The above dozens of courses are all knowledge that Alvin is currently lacking.

In order to train Alvin into a qualified Rogue Trader, Horn decided that he must increase his efforts!
"Go and have a good rest."

Horn smiled mysteriously, patted his shoulder, and said, "During this period of time, I will stay on Roselle, just as a vacation for you to prepare yourself mentally. After the supply is completed, I will formally train you to become a qualified Imperial Merchant Wanderer!"

Alvin blinked and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

I feel a little empty, I want to ask for more, why haven't my recommendations come yet? The flowers have withered while I've been waiting, the days of no recommendations are really sad, I see that my group friends have taken off, I'm so envious~
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(End of this chapter)