Valshius's Lost Treasure

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

From now on, he'd better keep the "Armor of Vows" welded to his body and never take it off, otherwise, who knows when someone might slit his throat.

The heir to the Merchant Dynasty is far too dangerous. He even regretted it a little and considered whether he should just give up and let the old man find another heir. The succession ceremony had only just been announced when he was almost stabbed to death. He didn't dare to think about how many more assassination attempts he would face in the future!

After the banquet ended unhappily, Horn personally led Alvin back to his room.

The old man sat in the chair in silence for a long time, his eyes showing a mixture of guilt, surprise, and, more than anything, lingering fear.

He dared not imagine what would happen to the Valshius Merchant Dynasty if the assassin had succeeded. Most likely, it would have lost its last heir, and the best outcome awaiting him would have been a whale fall, from which all living things would be born, with those greedy parasites clinging to the dead corpse and gnawing at its flesh.

Fortunately, the Emperor still protects the ancient Valshius Merchant Dynasty!

"About what happened earlier... don't you have any questions for me?"

After hesitating for a long time, Horn asked Alvin in a tentative tone.

"No."

Alvin shook his head, looking rather foolish, and grinned, "You said it yourself, it's damned heresy and Chaos, what else do I need to ask?"

"Yes, that's right, it's that damned 'Chaos and Heresy'." Horn suddenly smiled, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, then said meaningfully, "Remember, child, about the assassination just now, no matter who asks you about it, tell them this, understand?"

"I understand, Grandpa."

Alvin, understanding without saying a word, nodded in reply.

Yes, whatever the truth behind the assassination attempt, from this moment on, it can only be Chaos and heresy!

He could guess what Horn was worried about: if he investigated further, it might uncover an even bigger shadow, and he would only be asking for trouble.

What the truth is is not important.

The important thing is that this matter must not be brought up in the open, otherwise it will be bad for everyone.

This is probably what they mean by "weighing four ounces without weighing it, but weighing over a thousand pounds without it."

Horn, supporting himself on a chair, rose and went to Alvin's side. He patted Alvin on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Son, things like this will happen more than once in the future, so you need to be careful and wary of everyone, including me."

This life is just too painful!

Alvin was on the verge of tears. He thought that becoming a nobleman would mean he could eat and drink to his heart's content, but he never expected it to be even more dangerous than Underhive a scavenger!

But unfortunately, from the moment the succession ceremony was announced, he had no way out.

As the last heir to the "Valshius" Merchant Dynasty, whether he intended it or not, this identity would bring him endless trouble.

"Um... Grandpa?" Alvin hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to ask, "My father... is he dead?"

He still finds his past life somewhat bizarre. How could a remote Nest City in a star system be connected to the Valshius Merchant Dynasty?

However, after hearing his question, Horn fell silent.

He seemed reluctant to bring up the topic, but then, remembering that Alvin had never met his father, his heart softened. He sighed and said, "Your father's Edras Valshius. According to family records, he stayed on this planet for a few years."

"And it was around that time that your mother met him and gave birth to you."

"And then what happened?" Alvin asked curiously.

"This matter involves quite a lot."

However, Horn was unwilling to elaborate, frowning as he said, "You only need to know that your father, Edras, is involved in a very important matter. When you inherit my position, if there's an opportunity, you can investigate this matter further. Until then, don't ask any more questions."

What truly captivated the Imperium High Lord and even the Forge Master the Adeptus Mechanicus Valshius Merchant Dynasty was not the "Trade Charter."

Rather, it was a human "treasure" that was found during the Great Crusade when exploring the Black Zone!

The Imperium High Lord, the Adeptus Mechanicus Forge Master, the Ecclesiarchy, and numerous other factions are all speculating about the true nature of that "treasure."

They had found clues in the scrolls left behind at the Terra Temple, but they could never be sure. However, Horn knew very well that the thing was a technological creation of the Dark Age of Technology!

The reason for Valshius's decline was that when Edras was exploring the Black Zone, he took the "treasure" with him, but encountered an unexplained Warp Storm and was completely lost and presumed dead. Retrieving the "treasure" became the key to Valshius's revival.

But he can't tell Alvin yet.

At least until Alvin has grown into a qualified successor, this matter must not be leaked.

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

"Could it be some kind of hidden treasure?" he wondered to himself, but didn't ask aloud, leaving it to himself for the time being.

"Don't worry, child."

Horn smiled kindly and stroked Alvin's hair, "Before I die, I will do my best to clear away any troubles for you and train you to be a qualified successor!"

"I think you can definitely live for several hundred more years." This wasn't hypocrisy; Alvin genuinely thought so.

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

"I'm very satisfied that you have this thought."

Horn seemed pleased, but a hint of melancholy lingered in his eyes. He sighed almost imperceptibly, then feigned annoyance and chuckled, "But don't think that just because you say that, I'll let you off the hook. You've wasted over a decade in the Underhive, so you'll have to work even harder from now on!"

As a Rogue Trader noble, there are more than just aristocratic etiquette to learn.

This includes, but is not limited to, marksmanship, strategy, trade, diplomacy, etiquette, politics, swordsmanship, and many other subjects. These are dozens of courses that Alvin currently lacks in.

In order to train Alvin into a qualified Rogue Trader, Horn decided that he had to step up his efforts!

"Go and get some rest."

Horn gave a mysterious smile, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I'll be staying on Losel for a while, consider it a break to prepare yourself mentally. Once supplies are replenished, I'll officially train you to become a qualified Imperium Rogue Trader!"

Alvin blinked, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine.

I'm a little nervous, so I'm asking again. Why haven't I received my recommendations yet? I'm getting impatient! These days without recommendations are really tough. Seeing everyone else in the group getting recommendations makes me so envious!