The Dog's Not Going to Alert Star!

Rosales racked his brains but never guessed that Alvin would be so audacious!

The Grand Sage of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus seemed to have been rendered speechless by a single sentence. The torrent of extremely complex calculations left him silent for several minutes before he spoke with surprise, astonishment, and a hint of doubt. "So you're planning to join Chaos?"

From his perspective, there's basically only one possibility.

Otherwise, why would you, the heir to a legitimate Merchant Dynasty, need the Space Marine's Gene Seed and data on modification surgeries?

Are you getting too cocky, or do you think the Imperial Inquisition and the Space Marine are too weak to wield their swords anymore?

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Alvin, righteous and indignant, retorted loudly, "I am loyal to the Emperor and the Imperium, how could I possibly side with Chaos? Although we are partners, I will still sue you for defamation!"

Rosales twitched the corner of his mouth, almost bursting out laughing.

It has been many years since he became Grand Sage, and no one has been able to make him laugh. Today is the first time.

But out of "respect" for his collaborator, Rosales ultimately suppressed a smile and coughed twice, "Since you don't intend to join Chaos, you should know how much trouble this thing will cause if it falls into your hands. Not even the High Lord, let alone the heir of Valshius, can protect you."

"Of course I am fully aware of the great danger this will bring me."

Alvin smiled slightly, revealing a mysterious expression. "But this is my matter, I will handle it well, please rest assured, Grand Sage."

Of course, there are risks.

But in the ancient history of the earth, there was a man surnamed Gao who once said: The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish!

Within the Imperium of Man, information regarding Space Marine modification surgery is a top secret strictly prohibited from being leaked!

Even among the various Space Marine Chapter, there are subtle differences in the specific procedures for modification surgery, which only a select few are qualified to know.

To enable an ordinary human to transcend the genetic level and enter the realm of "demigods," the most important "implant" needed is the Space Marine's Gene Seed. This is the foundation of all modification surgeries; only after the Gene Seed is implanted can subsequent modifications be carried out.

The biggest obstacle facing Alvin right now is how to obtain the "Gene Seed".

If you try to ask the "old man" for it, you'll most likely be turned away.

We can't just go to the Space Marine and ask them for it because we have a good relationship, can we?

That's even more impossible. Even the outspoken Albert, upon hearing him ask for the Gene Seed, would be giving Valshius face if he didn't slap him to death.

So after going around in circles, Alvin could only set his sights on this Grand Sage of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus.

Surely the esteemed Grand Sage of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus wouldn't be unable to produce even a few Gene Seed?

Even if Rosales can't produce it, the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus behind him can always.

It wasn't that Alvin was overconfident, but rather that the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus truly possessed that capability.

Their power is immense. Despite being suppressed by the Martian Adeptus Mechanicus, they secretly maintain close ties with many defected Space Marine in the Dark Imperium, in places beyond the control of the Martian Adeptus Mechanicus.

With the capabilities of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus, extracting dozens of Gene Seed from those traitorous Space Marine Chapter would be an entirely effortless task!

"I'm just trying to be helpful; after all, I don't want to lose another collaborator."

Seeing that Alvin had made up his mind, Rosales, holding the bottle of "Black Goo," said hoarsely after a brief analysis of the data, "I can meet your request, but... I want one kilogram of Black Goo. That's the only fair exchange."

Five hundred grams.

Alvin, a master of bargaining, habitually cuts the price in half.

However, to everyone's surprise, Rosales' eyes suddenly lit up, and he eagerly grabbed his arm, shouting excitedly, "Alright, it's settled then! Praise the Omega Messiah, five hundred grams!"

Damn, I've shouted too much!

Seeing Rosales' reaction, Alvin knew he had suffered a huge loss.

He's still young after all. If it were an old man trying to bargain, he'd probably aim for his ankle with the first cut!

Alvin, deeply moved that he had learned another lesson, reluctantly nodded in agreement. "Alright, five hundred grams of Black Goo it is. But I must remind you, the Gene Seed I need must not have Chaos mutations, otherwise don't blame me for not honoring it."

"Don't worry, I guarantee I'll find you some good ones."

Rosales immediately assured Alvin that he swore by the name "Omnissiah" that he would never use a defective product to fool Alvin.

On the one hand, Rosales, thinking he had gotten a great deal, was secretly delighted.

On the other hand, Alvin appeared heartbroken, but in reality, he didn't care at all.

If Rosales knew that he had two whole storage rooms for that Black Goo, he probably wouldn't be laughing so happily.

Of course, from each other's perspective, they both thought they were the ones who got the best deal.

Isn't this the very foundation of cooperation?

A mutually satisfactory outcome is the foundation for long-term cooperation, which made Rosales even more convinced of the Valshius Family heir.

Rosales was thrilled with the praise of Omnissiah; the full five hundred grams of "Black Goo" could be exchanged for even more "knowledge."

By then, even becoming a "Forge Grand Sage" will not seem like an unattainable dream!

"Your Excellency Rosales, how shall we proceed with the trade?" Alvin raised the most crucial question. He could obtain the Black Goo at any time; the key was the Gene Seed.

"Mr. Alvin, I'm very sorry. I've received a secret mission and will be leaving Losel soon." Rosales said with some regret, "But please don't worry, I will contact you once I have enough Gene Seed, and then we can decide on the specific method of the transaction based on the situation."

"You're leaving Losel?!"

Alvin was somewhat surprised; he had thought Rosales would stay for a long time, after all, there was a Necrons here.

"Yes, it's a pity. Although I'd love to stay here, orders are orders." Rosales sighed regretfully, "There are more important tasks that I need to carry out."

The thought of how vast the Milky Way is, and who knows where the next stop will be, made Alvin feel that the deal was a long way off.

Seeing Alvin's somewhat dejected look, Rosales immediately reassured him, "Don't worry, this mission is relatively simple. If all goes well, it will be over quickly, and it's not too far from Losel, so it won't delay our deal."

Not too far from Losel?

Suddenly, Alvin had a bad feeling. "You're not going to Alert Star, are you?"

"Oh? You know about Alert Star too?" Rosales was slightly surprised, but quickly realized that it was probably that old Horn who told him. He nodded and said, "That's right. The forces of Styx Eight seem to have discovered some ancient artifact there. I was ordered to investigate."

After saying that, Rosales, seemingly afraid that Alvin might think there was a problem with the deal, added, "Don't worry, although the Mechanicus is powerful on Alert Star, we have inside contacts. There won't be any problems, and it definitely won't affect the deal."

"Perhaps you shouldn't go?"

Alvin's lips twitched. Of all places to go, why did they have to go to Alert Star?

They've already set all the flags for you, promising you'll be back soon, that there won't be any problems, and that barring any unforeseen circumstances, this place will soon become a classic 40K "tourist attraction"!

Their brains were beaten so badly they were practically turned into dog brains; the brutality level was off the charts!

"Why?"

Rosales found it strange; he felt that Alvin's gaze was as if he were looking at a dead man, which made him feel uneasy.

"Ahem, could you perhaps give me another emergency contact number?"

Alvin couldn't reveal anything about the future, so he had to settle for second best, saying, "If I can't contact you by then, I can always find someone else, right?"

If it weren't for the fact that Alvin was an important partner, Rosales would have already hurled a Power axe at him; wouldn't that be a pure curse wishing him bad luck?

But after careful consideration, Rosales agreed to Alvin's suggestion.

He waved his hand and removed the Servitor Skull implanted in his back. "From a trading perspective, your concerns are not unfounded. If anything happens to me, you can use this Servitor Skull to directly contact the 'Amos' Forge Grand Sage."

[Item detected: Servitor Skull (Excellent)]

[Due to a misfit gear being installed in its skull before its death, it was modified into Servitor Skull containing a special communication array.]

[Energy provided: 10 units]

"Thank you very much for your understanding, Your Excellency Rosales."

Alvin breathed a sigh of relief; with the Servitor Skull present, he had nothing to worry about.

The only slight regret is that I finally found a suitable collaborator, and it was about to be shipped out, which is really a pity.

As for Rosales, will he be able to return alive from Alert Star?

The odds are really about the same as winning the lottery. That place is simply Purgatory on earth, even worse than Losel, and the difficulty is increased by at least seven or eight levels!

This is a classic Warhammer action game that you absolutely must try!

Alvin didn't think it was excessive to offer incense in advance for the poor "Rosales".

What, Alert Star?

Whoever wants to go can go. It's a crappy place even a dog wouldn't go. Alvin would rather take another trip through the Warp than go to Alert Star!

Once the "Sword of Redemption" has recovered sufficiently, we'll persuade the old man to start using it quickly!