This Heir Sure Knows How to Stir Up Trouble!

As they sailed out of Mandeville Point, what came into view of the "Sword of Redemption" was not only the Alert Star, but also the Imperial Navy fleet, which was engaged in fierce combat with the Orks fleet. The two sides circled the Alert Star, and the Macrocannon pulled out streaks of light in the dark universe!

However, from the overall situation, Alvin could clearly sense that both the Orks fleet and the Imperial Navy seemed to be intentionally maintaining... restraint!

Rather than a "fierce battle," it was more like both sides were "slacking off" with restraint, which was rather strange.

"That's strange, do Orks also slack off?"

Alvin stroked the armrest of his chair, gazing at the Imperial Navy and Orks fleet deployments in the star map projection, which exuded an indescribable strangeness.

"Lord Carroll, do you know what's going on?" Completely baffled, he turned to the Grand Sage of Biology, hoping the other could answer his question.

"The Orks invasion of Alert Star has been going on for several years."

Carroll's tone was also full of doubt. "But... I'm also very confused as to why it turned out this way."

"Lord Carroll, besides the Orks invasion, is there any other news about Alert Star?" Alvin was eager to find out exactly how far the "plot" on Alert Star had progressed.

"Hmm... let me think." While saying "think," she was actually accessing the database. After a moment, Carroll nodded. "You guessed right. During the Battle of Losel, the Agamemnon Family reported a suspected disturbance by Genestealer, but it was quickly suppressed."

Sure enough, the Genestealer Cult has also made its appearance!

Alvin's brow furrowed immediately.

Seeing this, Carroll assumed he was worried about the Genestealer Cult, so she reassured him, "Don't worry, the Agamemnon Family reported that they've suppressed those heretics, so there shouldn't be any problems."

No way? Yeah, right!

Alvin knew the plot well: the Genestealer Cult had not only not been wiped out, but had long been deeply rooted on Alert Star, with its influence spreading across several continental sectors!

The Genestealer suppressed by Agamemnon are only a very small fraction of the true Genestealer Cult, which is plotting to overthrow Alert Star!

Besides the Genestealer, over the next decade or so, Chaos factions emerged on Alert Star, including the Ark Eldar, the Nurgle Plague Legion, and the Tzeentch Cult.

Of course, as an indispensable warmonger, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon will also personally lead his fleet to this already ravaged planet!

On the Imperium's side, under the Regent's orders, Calgar will personally arrive at the Alert Star to command and defend this crucial frontline outpost for the Imperium!

"Young Master Alvin, this is a verification communication from the Imperial Navy. They need to know our purpose in coming to the Alert Star," Elsa said softly.

The purpose... is a very good excuse!

However, we must consider this carefully, otherwise, given the complex situation on the Alert Star where the three forces are entangled, it could easily plunge the entire family into a quagmire from which they cannot extricate themselves!

What excuse do you think would be best?

Alvin tapped his index finger on the armrest and then turned to ask the two men.

"Assisting Alert Star in defending against the Orks." Carroll let out a strange, low laugh, saying meaningfully, "As Rogue Trader of the Imperium, assisting in the defense of the Imperium's Industrial World is a normal and even beneficial act."

"Good, let's use this excuse."

Alvin expressed his strong agreement and immediately nodded in approval. "This way, we can enter the Alert Star openly and legitimately, while avoiding being coerced by the three forces of Styx Eight, Agamemnon, and the Ecclesiarchy."

Elsa immediately followed the agreed-upon "pretext" and sent Astropathic Message and verification procedures to the Imperial Navy and the forces on the Alert Star.

"Lord Carroll, I hope you can remain on the ship." After making up his mind, Alvin added to Carroll, "Your experience is perfect for handling things carefully; please don't get too involved."

Since they're waving the banner of "assisting in defense," they naturally have to put on a show, and Carroll is perfectly suited for that role.

As the "successor," he had to personally visit forces such as Agamemnon and Styx Eight, so he could only entrust this task to someone he trusted.

"Please rest assured, I will maintain a safe distance."

Carroll nodded slightly, accepting the responsibility, but still reminded him, "Young Master Alvin, if things really don't work out, please return to the ship as soon as possible. I have a feeling... the chaos on the Alert Star isn't as simple as it seems."

"I will be careful, Your Excellency Carroll."

Alvin nodded, but after a moment's thought, he added, "There's something I'd like you to help me figure out a solution to."

"You can tell me."

Carroll gripped the gear-shaped scepter, unconsciously straightening her back, a hint of pride in her voice: "There aren't many things I can't solve. Even if I can't... don't forget, behind you lies an ancient and great Merchant Dynasty!" "I want to enter the heart of the 'Valian Sandstorm Vortex'."

Alvin pointed to the Stormfront on the star map, which resembled a giant eye. "Is there any way to prevent myself from being affected?"

"..."

Carroll, who had just been boasting that there weren't many things she couldn't solve, suddenly fell silent, somewhat embarrassed. "Could you tell me why you insisted on going in there?"

The Volian Sandstorm is filled with chemical waste, rotates extremely fast, and has a very high salt content. Even with protective clothing, it is very difficult to penetrate it; the challenge is simply too great!

Even the Grand Sage in biology were somewhat baffled.

As the heir to a prestigious Merchant Dynasty, why would he insist on going to such a dangerous place as the Valian Sandstorm Vortex?

Isn't this heir a bit too much of a troublemaker?

"I can't tell you the reason..."

Alvin was silent for a few seconds, then smiled wryly and said, "If this gets out, we might not be able to stay within the Imperium's borders anymore."

This is not an exaggeration, but the truth!

If the First Legion finds out, they might know the First Legion's secrets. They don't care if you're an Imperial Blood Merchant, they'll grind you to dust in a heartbeat!

Therefore, the fewer people who know about this, the safer it is!

Carroll noticed his predicament but didn't press further. Instead, she seriously considered the difficulty of implementation. "I can try, but... it will take time."

"Yes, thank you, Your Excellency Carroll."

Alvin, anticipating future needs, began deploying the Alert Star system.

Besides Blackstone resources, the Void Claw, which turned the tide of the Nachmund Campaign, must be mastered in advance.

As for the Fallen Angels stationed in the "Void Claw" who remain undetected, they can simply send an anonymous message to the Inner Circle of the First Legion.

"Elsa, let's go."

Alvin glanced at the person beside him, a slight smile playing on his lips, "This visit to the various powers wouldn't be complete without your help."

"It is my pleasure to serve you, young master Alvin."

Elsa smiled gently, her eyes filled with affection.

Hongbei District, within the sphere of influence of Styx Eight.

The Tech-Priest, draped in a rusty red robe, was devoutly praying to Omnissiah when a message suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Filled with doubt, the Tech-Priest checked the message.

As a result, I was immediately speechless and almost couldn't help but swear in the sacred Omnissiah prayer hall!

The message contained the following:

"Your Excellency Grand Sage Rosales, I have often thought of you since we parted ways in Losel. By Omnissiah, due to some minor issues, we changed course and have now arrived at the Alert Star. I hope you will reply promptly upon seeing this message... I deeply hope to see you again."

"Your good friend... Alvin Valshius."

Rosales's eye twitched, a sense of foreboding washing over him. His intuition told him... this kid looking for him couldn't be anything good!