The Tragic Journey of the Former Planetary Governor Garken Hadley!

Life returned to the vicious cycle of training, being abused, and treatment.

The ordeal only ended when Albert received orders to go to the Alert Star.

Raimon, as the Company Commander of the Watcher Chapter, did not receive any transfer orders and was temporarily stationed in Los Nest City until the Imperium restored and rebuilt its jurisdiction.

So Alvin's mentor was changed to Raimon, who taught him about tactical deployment, troop deployment, and other strategic topics.

This is no easier than sword training. Every day when Alvin opens his eyes, he is greeted by a mountain of books. According to Raimon, these are all abridged versions; the real content could fill an entire warehouse!

The days of becoming a nobleman weren't as wonderful as he had imagined.

Although we have enough to eat and wear, our worries seem to have increased.

In addition to learning strategy and tactics and reviewing swordsmanship, Elsa added two more subjects for him: first, to memorize the glorious history of the Valshius Family; and second, to understand the history of the Imperium, the history of the nobility, and various other histories that urgently needed to be supplemented.

Looking at the "family history" that was as big as a mountain, Alvin was immediately overwhelmed.

He thought that if it wasn't Knight Family, there was no need to memorize family history all day long. He didn't expect that the Merchant Dynasty also had this custom, and judging from the scale, it seemed to be even more extensive!

No wonder, they're a family that's been passed down from the Great Crusade era; their history is even longer than his lifespan!

Studying was extremely tedious, but Alvin calmed himself down. He knew that these were things he had to go through to become a qualified Rogue Trader.

For a whole week, Alvin locked himself in the Governor's Mansion until the end of the course on this day.

"Young Master Alvin, we have found the 'target'."

Elsa remained as aloof as ever, and after the class ended, she told Alvin some good news.

Garken Hadley has been found!

That bastard thought that by hiding in the Tomb of the Necrons, no one would find him.

Unfortunately, he guessed many things, but he never expected to be betrayed by his former "partner".

Rosales's Servitor had already tracked down Garken's whereabouts; all Alvin needed to do was reveal some information to the butler, Elsa.

As for the reasons?

No, from the moment he became Valshius's successor, there was no need for explanation!

Elsa would not question anything and would simply faithfully carry out the tasks Alvin assigned her.

From the moment she was appointed as the housekeeper, her actions were only accountable to Alvin, and she didn't even need to report to the head of the family, Horn. This was the power and rules of the "nobility"!

"Heh, not easy." A chilling killing intent brewed deep within Alvin's eyes.

Elsa, standing nearby, seemed a bit shocked. This seemingly gentle "young master" turned out to be a ruthless killer!

But then Elsa thought about the legendary stories about "Alvin," and she wasn't surprised anymore.

After all, this young master is someone who can single-handedly Khorne's chosen one!

"There's a Kill Team on standby right now, young master," Elsa whispered. "You can summon them at any time, but I suggest you seek help from Company Commander Raimon."

Actually, the implied meaning of this sentence is that he should stay obediently in the Governor's Mansion and not think about going to the front line.

Does the heir of the prestigious Valshius Family really need to personally deal with a scumbag who's thrown into Chaos?

That's a joke!

If Alvin hadn't specifically instructed them, they would have Macrocannon the moment the target was spotted.

Heresy, Chaos, blessings—even if you're Chosen of the Gods, before Macrocannon, all beings are equal!

Since Losel's Nest City is almost destroyed anyway, a more complete destruction wouldn't be a big problem. At worst, we can just pay some compensation to the Imperium.

"I understand what you're saying, but... Elsa, I can't swallow this!"

Alvin's hand gripping the pen bulged with veins, his pupils seemed to burn with the flames of anger, and he said in a suppressed voice, "I won't be at ease until I see him die with my own eyes!"

"I understand how you feel, Master Alvin."

Since Alvin had said so, Elsa seemed a little helpless, reluctantly nodding in agreement, but still reminding him, "But you must promise me that you will not act impulsively, and you must not accept provocation or go to fight those Chaos scum one-on-one, okay?"

Her concerns were not entirely unfounded.

Looking at this "young master's" astonishing resume, he seems to get easily carried away. She worried that if he got angry, he might grab his Power sword and go down to challenge his target to a duel.

Although nobles have honor duels, she believes that there is no such thing as "honor" with the scum of Chaos.

Either use Macrocannon to vaporize them directly, or use overwhelming force to crush them all in one fell swoop!

Martial virtue?

Why bother with martial ethics when dealing with these Chaos scum?

"I understand your concerns, Elsa."

Alvin's temperament has been subtly changed a lot during these days of study.

He appeared more refined, but only Elsa knew that the young master's true nature hadn't changed; he had simply become better at disguising himself.

That's good. As nobles, especially Rogue Trader, they need to "disguise" even more!

"The transport plane is already waiting outside, young master."

Elsa said lightly, "I contacted Company Commander Raimon in advance and informed him that you needed help. He is willing to send a Tactical Squad. I hope you won't blame me."

"You did a great job, Elsa."

Alvin praised.

Having such a thoughtful butler can certainly save him more energy and time.

Garken carefully hid in the Necrons, while plotting a "bigger" conspiracy in his mind.

He hoped to gain the favor of the great "Lord of Change" in order to receive more blessings.

Unfortunately, the very first step of the conspiracy was thwarted.

He wanted to use the Tomb of the Necrons to start another war, but the problem was: how did he get into the Tomb of the Necrons?

Garken worked tirelessly for over a dozen days and nights, almost digging through and hollowing out the hard rock mountain with his bare hands. But apart from a few annoying Metal Scarab, he saw no trace of the "Necrons tomb," as if it didn't exist at all!

In fact, he had no idea what Necron, let alone the ancient ruins of the cooperative.

Rosales approached him initially, and he pretended to know a lot about the business, hoping to get something for nothing. But to his surprise, Rosales refused to play along.

Now, Garken was in an awkward position. He knew that the tomb was sleeping inside this mountain and that it belonged to an extremely ancient civilization, but apart from these two pieces of information, he knew nothing else, let alone how to find the Necrons tomb hidden in the hyperdimensional space!

"Aaaaaahh..."

Garken finally broke down, roaring in impotent rage in the empty tunnel he had dug.

He dug for over ten days, his claws almost breaking off, and all he saw was a trace of an ancient civilization. How could he not be devastated?!

He even began to suspect that Rosales might have lied to him, and that there were no ancient ruins at all.

But then he thought about it again, and realized that he still had to present the great Lord of Change with an astonishing conspiracy, so he had no choice but to put on a grim face and continue his digging.

"We'll definitely find it! We'll definitely find it!"

Garken has become completely obsessed, placing his last hope on that ancient ruin.