Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 209: You're asking for military power. Are you going to rebel?
Eventually, the stalemate ended with Lucyenne giving in.

She ordered the housekeeper to find a playboy who behaved poorly in the family to take the blame.

When things got to this point, the reputation of Agamemnon had been completely trampled underfoot.

All the shame that Valshus had suffered in the past has now been returned to him. I have to say that this situation is indeed a bit ironic.

Soon, the butler quickly tied up the confused, fat man who looked like a flying pig from a distance and brought him over.

The fat man had his mouth sealed, and he seemed to be aware of his own fate, and he struggled towards the cricket pupa at Luciennie's feet. His disgusting face, which was covered with fat, was distorted with fear, and tears and snot flowed out, which was extremely disgusting.

Lucien kicked the fat man in the face, gritting her teeth and throbbing with anger: "You stupid guy, you are bringing shame to the family!"

This female governor was obviously quite strong. After a few kicks, the fat man's face became swollen and purple, with blood gushing out of his nostrils and lips, making him look even more disgusting.

Obviously, she was simply venting her anger, taking out all the resentment she had just suffered from Alvin on the fat man.

After kicking hard for several minutes, Lucyennie finally vented her anger and turned to look at Alvin: "Is this punishment enough?"

However, under the cold gaze of the female governor, Alvin raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Not enough."

As soon as these words came out, Lucy's face changed drastically, her eyes were cold and gloomy, as if a storm was brewing: "Then what do you think is the sufficient punishment?"

"Elsa, tell Lady Lucyenne!"

Alvin looked directly at the female governor, without any fear in his eyes, and suddenly said loudly: "What punishment will anyone who dares to insult the name of Valshus receive?"

"Death penalty, sir."

Elsa immediately understood his intention and responded in a cold voice.

Lucien's pupils shrank sharply. She had never expected that the other party would be so bold as to execute a man of Agamemnon's!
"Lady Lucy Ennie, did you hear clearly?" There was a hint of scrutiny in Alvin's eyes.

Of course he knew that the fat man in front of him was simply a scapegoat, but... so what?

Even if Ogrin had come, he could have guessed that the person who actually gave the order was the female governor, but he just wanted to slap her hard in front of Lucyne!

Don’t think that just because Valshus has fallen, he can be bullied by anyone!

Such a strong attitude naturally made Lucyennie's face turn pale. How could she not see Alvin's intention?

The other party has made their stance clear and it is obvious that they are here to establish their authority!

If the scapegoat was killed, where would her face be? Where would Agamemnon's face be?
Suddenly, Lucyanne felt a little regretful. She shouldn't have listened to the elders' advice and insisted on giving others a warning, but she ended up embarrassing herself!

"Forget it, I won't embarrass the Governor."

Alvin shook his head with regret, then turned to Elsa and made a gesture to leave: "We came here with full sincerity, but unfortunately the Agamemnon family did not seem to show the sincerity and respect we deserved. I am very disappointed."

He just turned around, took two steps, and counted down silently in his heart.

3, 2, 1
boom!
The countdown ended and a gunshot was heard.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't Alvin who was shot. Angry voices came from behind at the same time.

"Sir Alvin, now! Are you! Satisfied?!"

Amid the angry voice, Alvin slowly turned his head and saw the noble lying in a pool of blood, his forehead had been blown apart, and red and white sticky substances splattered on the expensive carpet.

The solemn and dignified reception room of the planetary governor was filled with a chilling murderous aura.

He turned his gaze to Lucienne, who was obviously suppressing her anger, and smiled slightly: "Very good, Lady Lucienne, your decisive action not only eliminated a termite for Agamemnon, but also restored dignity for Varsius, proving your sincerity."

The female governor was so angry that her chest was heaving and her eyes were bloodshot. "Please, Mr. Alvin, move aside. It's a bit dirty here. Let's go to the side hall."

"No, I feel safe here."

Without waiting for the other party to move, Alvin sat directly on the chair, crossed his legs, as if he was at home, and greeted Lucyenni, who was ashen-faced: "Governor, don't be shy, please sit down. Now that you have proved your sincerity, then next... let's talk about business, don't waste time."

Hearing this, Lucyennie almost lost control and pulled out her gun to shoot him as well.

What do you mean by wasting time? From the beginning to the end, you are the bastard who is deliberately looking for trouble!
Alvin was not at all panicked. He had the confidence to do so.

If it were an ordinary down-nest man, even if Alvin had the courage to do so, he would never dare to touch the interests of the nobles.

Do you dare to sell precious water resources?
All his actions were based on one premise.

He, Alvin Valshus, is the only heir to the Valshus merchant dynasty!
Only with the protection of 'Valxius' can you intimidate the nobles who have evil intentions and are as greedy as pigs, and make them sit down obediently and be willing to discuss cooperation with you.

Around noon the next day, we would probably hear that he had committed suicide by shooting himself in the back of the head in his bedroom.

Sometimes, don't overestimate the moral standards of the nobles. At least in Alvin's eyes, the moral level of some nobles is comparable to that of the Dark Eldar.

Agamemnon could take advantage of his local status and deliberately embarrass him, or even completely ignore the heir.

But even if they had a hundred courages, they would not dare to touch Alvin.

After all, no one was willing to endure the full-scale revenge of an ancient merchant dynasty, not even Agamemnon.

Otherwise, wouldn't the high-ranking lords who hold high positions of power have already taken action?
Fortunately, the female governor who was in charge of the Vigilance Star was not a stupid idiot. After calming down for a while, she regained her composure: "I heard from Venidal that you can provide us with a large amount of pure water resources. I wonder if what Sir Alvin said is true?"

"Of course, if the Governor doesn't believe it"

Alvin waved casually and gave a look to Elsa beside him.

Elsa understood and handed over what had been given to her earlier, a full jar of water.

Lucy took the jar without a doubt, opened it, smelled it, and licked it gently. Her pupils shrank instantly: "So sweet!"

Nonsense, how can it not be sweet?
Alvin laughed in his heart, this was the mineral water he specially brought from the biochemical world.

Isn’t the water in the 3K era purer and sweeter than that in the 40K era?

Lucienni was shocked, and she was impressed that the ancient merchant dynasty could actually get water of this quality. But she was a little confused: "You mentioned 'a lot'. Can I ask how much water of this quality you can provide?"

"I have as much as you want."

Alvin said with a hint of amusement, "I swear in the name of Valshus and the Emperor that there is no deception."

On the Warning Star, pure water resources are equivalent to the "salt and iron business" of the old times!
Merchants who hold the monopoly of "salt and iron" can often easily grasp or even control the life of a dynasty.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, it can still reflect the importance of water resources on the Alert Star.

Sure enough, after hearing what Alvin said, Lucyanne's previous unhappiness was long forgotten, and she stared at him eagerly: "What do you want?!"

"Advanced life extension surgery."

After a brief pause, Alvin's eyes narrowed slightly, "And the supreme command of the Stormtroopers of the 47th Antrell Lion Regiment."

Are you going to rebel?!
If it weren't for her years of political training, Lucyennie would have almost blurted it out.

But after calming down, she stared at Alvin with an uncertain expression: "Stormtroopers are His Majesty's troops. I have no right to give you their command."

Are you kidding me? The Stormtroopers are the elite force of mankind!

"Governor, this is meaningless." Alvin shook his head and said meaningfully: "Although you don't own the Stormtroopers in name, you actually have the command power to mobilize the Stormtroopers. And please rest assured that I will never do anything to endanger you."

"I can temporarily hand over the command to you."

Lucy rubbed the armrest, as if she had made up her mind, and said in a deep voice: "But any transfer must be approved by me."

"make a deal!"

The corners of Alvin's lips curled up, finally resolving a problem.

His target has never been the loyal stormtroopers, but the core of the whole incident - the Ark Eldar!

(End of this chapter)