What Does It Mean for the Future to Be Promising?

The next day.

"Hello, Young Master Alvin."

The woman who entered had an icy expression and a cold demeanor. She had short black hair, wore extremely smart clothes, and carried Duelist Sword and a large-caliber firearm at her waist.

Looking at Alvin lying on the bed, somewhat surprised, the woman slowly said, "From now on, I will be responsible for your safety. You can give me any instructions regarding your daily life, including personal needs."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Elsa Valshius, and I was adopted by Horn when I was a child."

Elsa clenched her right fist and lightly tapped her chest, her gaze cool and clear as she said, "You can call me by my name; I am your personal butler."

"Uh, what about those two from yesterday?"

Alvin suddenly had a bad feeling.

Personally, he quite liked the two maids; even disregarding Sese's perspective, they were at least pleasing to the eye.

They are no longer responsible for your daily life.

Elsa's gaze was cold as she said calmly, "Because of yesterday's assassination attempt, everyone who had contact with you has been replaced by Horn."

Although Alvin was well aware of the cruelty of the Warhammer Universe, the thought that... the person who served him while he changed clothes yesterday had been replaced today because of an assassination attempt gave him an indescribable feeling.

It's like... he harmed those people.

Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, Elsa softened her tone slightly and said softly, "Young Master Alvin, please don't worry too much. They are only temporarily isolating and investigating. Lord Horn is not the kind of nobleman you imagine. Once it's confirmed that everything is alright, they will be reassigned to other positions to continue serving."

"Oh, I see... That's good."

Alvin rubbed his temples, feeling a little better.

He knew that this was already the greatest mercy. If the assassination of the family heir had happened to any other noble family, it would most likely have led to the Scouring!

No reason!

If anyone's to blame, it's only them—why were they so unlucky to run into an assassination attempt?

This shows that Horn was truly kind.

Where is Grandpa?

Alvin, holding onto the edge of the bed, prepared to get out.

"Mr. Horn said he'll be handling some matters these next few days, so you're free to do as you please."

Seeing that Alvin was about to get up, Elsa took the initiative to help him change. When she saw the black armor underneath, her eyes narrowed slightly, looking somewhat strange, but in the end she said nothing.

Alvin knew, of course, that he slept wearing the "Armor of Vows," which, no matter how you looked at it, suggested a fear of death, but... compared to his own life, what did other people's opinions matter?

As he got closer, he noticed that Elsa had a mole at the corner of her eye, and that her features and appearance were exceptionally outstanding, even among nobles.

Coupled with that aloof and cold demeanor, it has to be said... it's incredibly alluring and stimulating. No wonder people say the nobility Corruption; who could resist such temptation?

"Young Master Alvin, may I ask what your schedule is for today? I will make arrangements for you in advance," Elsa inquired.

It has to be said that having a butler really saves a lot of trouble. Alvin couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the aristocracy lived such extravagant and Corruption lives.

"Yes, I need to see Tucker, Aruman, and the men of the 3rd Company of the 175th Regiment. Can you arrange that for me?" Alvin asked.

Although he rose to the top and became the successor of "Valshius", he did not forget his comrades who fought alongside him and provided him with a lot of help.

Putting everything else aside, if it weren't for Tucker and Aruman, he might still be stuck in the Underhive. Besides, the help these two have given him is considerable!

He benefited greatly from the Deflection Field, the Plasma Gun, and the combat experience and techniques taught by Tucker!

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Elsa had clearly investigated Alvin's network of connections and knew these people were of great help to him, so she added, "I will invite them to your banquet in the highest family honors. Is there anything else you would like to add?"

Alvin thought for a moment and felt there was nothing more to add, "That's fine."

After washing up, Alvin arrived at the banquet hall and was once again shocked by the extravagance of the nobles. While he was eating Corpse Starch and Energy Bar outside, he never imagined that the Noble Lords would enjoy juicy steaks and fine wines.

"You've really struck it rich, kid!"

Tucker, who had been invited, looked Alvin up and down as if he had seen something new and interesting. Still with his usual nonchalant attitude, he grinned and said, "Not bad, you've changed your clothes. You look more handsome than before, almost as handsome as me."

"Haven't I always been more handsome than you?"

Alvin chuckled and teased him, not minding at all. Tucker's overly familiar manner even felt a little warm.

He certainly didn't want Tucker to become reserved after he became a nobleman; that would only make him feel ironic.

Elsa hesitated, wanting to reprimand Tucker for his rude behavior, but seeing Alvin's unconcerned attitude, she suppressed her impulse and stood aside expressionlessly.

After greeting Tucker and Aruman, Alvin noticed the somewhat reserved members of the 3rd Company.

Looking at the 3rd Company, which had gone from a full force to only about twenty men after several bloody battles, Alvin was filled with mixed emotions. But after searching around, he couldn't find any familiar faces, and his heart skipped a beat. "Where's Diz?"

"Company Commander..." Leo scratched his head, carefully took out a can of blood-stained Corpse Starch from his pocket, and said with a face full of regret, "Diz is dead. This is what he... told me to leave for you before he died. He was afraid you would go hungry, saying..."

After hesitating for half a second, Leo gritted his teeth and said, "He said, 'Don't be disgusted, you need to be full... to defeat the Chaos Scoundrels.'"

Originally, he didn't want to take it out. After all, in such a magnificent hall, there were top-notch delicacies everywhere. Taking out this thing... would really be a bit embarrassing.

After much deliberation, Leo still took it out.

Staring at the can of Corpse Starch, now soaked in blood, Alvin lowered his eyelids and silently held it in his hand. "How... how did he die?"

"That kid, Diz, didn't let you down!"

Leo, head held high and chest puffed out, proudly declared, "While you were unconscious, the Chaos scum went berserk and stormed our positions, but Diz traded one Chaos Space Marine for one of them before he died. It was worth it!"

"Good! You're truly my soldier!"

Alvin gripped the can of food tightly, exhaled deeply, and shouted "Good!" He looked up, his eyes slightly red, at the remaining members of the 3rd Company: "I trained you all, now... are you still willing to follow me?"

"Company Commander..."

Leo and the others were shocked and dumbfounded.

"What? You don't want to?!"

Alvin deliberately kept a straight face.

"No, no, no... we are willing!"

Leo and the others were overjoyed. They thought they would never see their Company Commander again, but they never expected such a pleasant surprise!

"We're willing to follow the Company Commander!"

More than twenty people roared loudly, their emotions running high.

"Very good!"

Alvin smiled, looking at the twenty-odd strong men. These were all elite soldiers, veterans of Chaos battles. With just a little training, they could become a powerful private armed force.

Of course, more importantly... he couldn't bear to part with these people!

They were the first squad he led, and they had been through blood and fire on the battlefield. They were trustworthy comrades-in-arms!

"Tsk tsk tsk... You've hit the jackpot."

Tucker watched this scene with a smile, his heart filled with emotion. He grinned and said, "With a little more training, these people could easily become officers. Then we can expand them into an elite armed force. You know... they haven't accepted the Department of the Munitorum's invitation; they're just waiting for you."

"Hmm? The Department of the Munitorum invited you?"

Alvin was somewhat surprised; he had thought the Department of the Munitorum had acted quickly, but it turned out they were even faster!

"Hehe... I'm invited." Leo touched his head and said with a simple smile, "But we didn't agree. If it weren't for the company commander, we would have died long ago, so we have been waiting for you all morning."

"Since you've put it that way..." Alvin turned his gaze to Tucker and Aruman, chuckling, "Gentlemen, Losel is in this state; it'll probably take a long time to recover. Perhaps..."

"You little brat, spit it out!"

Tucker raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You're full of bad ideas, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

"Since we have nothing to do in Losel anyway, why don't you two come with me?" Alvin's true colors were revealed as he tried to ingratiate himself with a grin. "We're such good friends, you two wouldn't just leave me alone, would you? Besides... in a way, you even taught me, so you're practically my mentor!"

"They're setting their sights on us?"

In fact, Tucker had already guessed Alvin's thoughts. His smile faded, and he glanced at Aruman: "Tech-priest?"

"As long as you can provide me with research materials and equipment, I have no objections," Aruman said calmly. "He's right. Reconstruction in Losel will take a long time. Instead of wasting time here, we should do something meaningful."

"Perfect timing, I'm actually short an instructor."

Alvin leaned in, put his arm around Tucker's neck, and chuckled, "You're retired now, and the benefits at the Imperium certainly aren't as good as mine. Why don't you consider it?"

Tucker readily agreed, glancing at him. "Alright, your skill in winning people over has improved. No wonder you have the blood of Rogue Trader. I agree!"

"Hehe, of course!"

Alvin was completely satisfied. From this moment on, he finally possessed a truly personal armed force that belonged only to him!

With Tucker, a retired Astra Militarum veteran, around, the twenty-odd men of the 3rd Company will soon be trained into truly qualified Astra Militarum, and then, based on that, an army will be built!

The future looks promising!