Rarity Matters, the Correct Way to Use Black Goo!

Alert Star, what kind of place is that?

It's a place that brings together talented individuals from all walks of life, a place with a simple and honest folk culture, and a place where people are truly open and honest.

But Alvin decided it was best not to join the crowd.

"Your Emperor Lord, it's not that I'm disloyal!" He silently performed the famous Eagle Salute in his mind, gazing towards Holy Terra: "As you know, I'm just Rogue Trader; this is not something I can get involved in. Please, I beg you, spare me!"

Heaven knows whether the Emperor Lord on the Golden Throne ever heard his prayers.

In short, Alvin felt that he must have heard it.

"Your Excellency Rosales, I have another request." Alvin's eyes darted around, clearly indicating he had another mischievous idea up his sleeve.

For some reason, Rosales suddenly had a bad feeling, as if a thief had broken into her house. She stared at him warily. "What are you up to now?"

It wasn't a misunderstanding; ever since he partnered with Alvin, he'd discovered that this kid truly lived up to that old bastard Horn's bloodline!

In every respect, he was practically a born "Rogue Trader"!

"Ahem, wasn't that the Valkyrie Gunship I saw parked in your Forge Factory when I first came in?" Alvin rubbed his hands together, his eyes full of anticipation.

That thing was lying in the warehouse, almost gathering dust; it was clearly something "unwanted".

Why not just give it to him? Consider it a way to reuse something that's been discarded. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?

"You want it?" Rosales completely shed the "burden" of the sage, transforming into a shrewd businessman, and smiled coldly, "That thing is cheap. If you want it, I can modify it to your specifications, but..."

The rest was left unsaid, but Alvin already understood. "10 milligrams of Black Goo."

"That's too little, 500 milligrams." Rosales argued, and even offered a condition. "I can add a small Energy Shield just for you, and I also have three twin Lascannon and Hell missiles, whatever you need. I can even modify it into a 'Vengeance' type Valkyrie Gunship!"

"Good heavens, no wonder he's Grand Sage of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus." Alvin gritted his teeth, feigning reluctance. "But I don't have much Black Goo left."

Rosales looked at Alvin suspiciously, feeling that the kid was lying to him, but his expression didn't seem fake.

After hesitating for a while, Rosales coughed lightly and decided to raise the stakes. "How about this, 1000 milligrams of Black Goo, and I'll also throw you a Combat Servitor, how about that?"

"Make a deal!"

Upon hearing the words "Combat Servitor, "Alvin agreed without hesitation, fearing that Rosales might change his mind.

Don't assume that the Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus are always the ones yelling and charging forward when war is needed.

As one of the representatives of the Imperial Aquila, the Adeptus Mechanicus possesses an independent armed force and a large Diet Guard, of which the Combat Servitor are one.

Heinous criminals are biologically modified and given various enhancements. Combined with life support devices and pretexts, they are ultimately created into a machine that is a fusion of biological and mechanical elements, devoid of any emotions, retaining absolute loyalty, but imbued with a powerful killing intent and ferocious will!

On the front lines, this thing is no less capable than a "tank"!

In Alvin's view, the value of a single Combat Servitor alone was more than enough to warrant a thousand milligrams of Black Goo.

By this calculation, it's equivalent to getting a Vengeance-type Valkyrie gunship for free.

When the old man comes, everyone will probably call him a "shrewd businessman"!

Rosales was so shrewd that he immediately guessed he was shortchanged.

But the words had already been spoken, and there was no going back. He was instantly furious, his data stream flashing wildly. He muttered a few curses in binary language and said irritably, "Fine, it's settled then. But the modification will take ten days. Come back when it's done."

In the end, it wasn't a complete loss.

Alvin happily agreed, but Rosales was heartbroken.

It wasn't that he lost a Vengeance-type Valkyrie gunship; those things weren't worth much. What was truly valuable was his Combat Servitor!

That was a Heavy Cavalry Destroyer Type, which, although considered a "consumable," was at least among the top-tier consumables.

He put a lot of effort into modifying this Heavy Cavalry Destroyer Type Servitor, specifically incorporating a large amount of Ceramite armor, as well as heavy weapons such as Grav-cannon, Plasma Rapid Fire Cannons, Meltagun Flamethrower, and Phosphor Missile!

This deal was a loss!

This was the thought that popped into Rosales's mind.

Seeing that Alvin seemed about to speak again, Rosales became a little scared and hurriedly said, "I have something very important to do. If there's nothing else, you can leave now."

It seemed they had truly drained Alvin dry, and were still not satisfied, bidding him a reluctant farewell.

There aren't many honest people like Rosales anymore. I really hope this guy can live, but it's a pity he had to go to the Alert Star. Even a god couldn't save him!

Thinking that every meeting would be the last, Alvin left happily after draining Rosales dry.

They're finally gone!

Rosales breathed a sigh of relief. If he had chatted with this kid a few more times, he probably would have been completely drained of all his resources!

But although it hurt his wallet, he also gained a lot.

Judging from that kid's performance, the reserves of "Black Goo" are far from being that scarce.

Researching anything requires a lot of "materials," especially in the field of bioengineering, where a large amount of "Black Goo" is needed to achieve results.

Originally, Rosales was worried that if the reserves of "Black Goo" were too small, even if he reported it to the Forge Grand Sage, it would be difficult to get any attention.

But now there's no need to worry. With a large amount of "Black Goo" as a foundation, it can be considered a merit and reported to the Forge Grand Sage. Otherwise, the fact that we were tricked by Garken in the end during this exploration of the Losel Ruins would probably be a stain on our record no matter what.

Having made up his mind, Rosales felt a little more at ease and dialed the communication array.

An Astropathic Message, projected from the Servitor Skull, was transmitted to the dark side of the Imperium via the Warp. After a wait of about half an hour, an extremely blurry projection appeared.

"Rosales, did you send this message because there's been any progress in the investigation?"

The indistinct projection's voice was deep and resonant, carrying a hint of authority and oppression.

"Lord Grand Sage Amos, I am Rosales."

Rosales lowered his proud head and bowed respectfully. "There is something important I need to report to you."

Warp Astropathic Message is unstable, so the "Amos" projected in the image does not appear very clear.

After a long pause, a deep voice came through. "Any results from Losel's investigation?"

"No, the ruins on Losel have not been thoroughly investigated yet."

Rosales submitted the information about the "Necron," saying with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry to have disappointed you, but that Necrons's tomb is located in a hyperdimensional space, making it difficult to enter using external force. I suspect that unless weapons of mass destruction are used, it's impossible to explore it in depth."

"Besides these, is there anything else you want to report to me?"

Amos was clearly extremely dissatisfied with the submitted information. As a high-ranking official, he had known about some of the information regarding the Necron for a long time.

There was nothing particularly surprising about Rosales's information.

"I have something else to report to you, Your Lord Grand Sage Amos." Rosales cautiously presented the container holding the "Black Goo" to the projection using his Prosthetic limb, saying, "In Losel's Nest City, I reached a deal with the heir of the Valshius Family."

Amos stared at him with cold, bloodshot eyes, remaining silent, seemingly waiting for him to continue.

If Rosales cannot provide a reasonable explanation, then he needs to consider whether to reduce some of the supplies in terms of the distribution of benefits within the church.

"Your Excellency, the Grand Sage, this substance is called 'Black Goo,'" Rosales said slowly. "According to my preliminary analysis, 'Black Goo' possesses extremely high value in bio-genetic engineering, and can even create entirely new life!"

"Creating life?!"

Amos's tone suddenly rose considerably, becoming somewhat stern. "Do you know what you're saying, Rosales!"

The creation of life is a realm belonging only to "God," and cannot be compared to the Servitor or such creatures!

That's why he questioned whether such a tiny amount of "liquid" could create life.

Faced with the stern questioning of the Forge Grand Sage, Rosales mustered his courage and spoke again, "I can swear to Omnissiah, Great Lord Grand Sage Amos, that I have indeed discovered astonishing biological genetic engineering value in the creation called 'Black Goo,' but whether it can recreate life, I am not certain."

In the midst of Amos's eerie silence, he hastily added, "With my limited knowledge, it's difficult for me to discern the true value of 'Black Goo,' but I'm certain you'll need 'it.'"

What are their requirements?

Amos, gazing across the Warp at the creation called "Black Goo," couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction.

"Fifty Gene Seed, and a complete set of Space Marine modification surgery data." Rosales fully utilized his "proactive thinking," casually lying, "Of course, the other party is willing to pay a full eight hundred grams of 'Black Goo' as a trade condition, the great Lord Grand Sage Amos."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately withheld "two hundred grams" of the Black Goo.

As for the remaining 40 Space Marine Gene Seed, Rosales planned to use them to trade with Alvin for something better.

He believed that Alvin must have found the treasure of some Xenos civilization.

He saw the spaceship that fell from the sky that day very clearly, and he knew with a little thought that it must be related to that kid!

The Xenos civilization's technology is the real star of the show!

Tell him I agree.

As expected, the Grand Sage Amos's reaction was not beyond Rosales's expectations.

After all, with various factions vying for power within the sect, Amos, as the Forge Grand Sage, wasn't having an easy time either. Otherwise, why would he get involved in the affairs of Alert Star?

The value of fifty Gene Seed is indeed greater than that of "Black Goo".

The problem is that while Gene Seed can be found, Black Goo can't be found anywhere in the universe except for Alvin's family!

This is a perfect example of how scarcity increases value.

"That person has one more request."

In order to maximize his own profits, Rosales directly ingratiated himself with Alvin.

What are the requirements?

Amos frowned slightly, his tone somewhat displeased, feeling that the man was far too greedy.

"That person hopes the Gene Seed won't be contaminated by 'Chaos'."

Rosales relayed the request truthfully, this time without embellishing it, for fear of being discovered by Amos.

"Good!"

The request was easy, and Amos readily agreed.

It's just fifty Gene Seed, isn't it?

As it happened, a traitorous Space Marine Chapter was visiting his territory.

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