Lucien Agamemnon

The next day.

Elsa received an invitation from Lucien Agamemnon, the powerful female governor of the Alert Star Governor's Mansion and the head of the Agamemnon Family.

Early in the morning, the Agamemnon Family dispatched several butlers and dozens of luxurious hovercars, and cleared the entire street. The ceremony and the scale of the event were undeniably extravagant!

This scene was in stark contrast to the deserted place when they first arrived.

Please wait a moment.

Elsa's gaze was indifferent; she ignored the people waiting outside and entered the mansion alone.

Logically, the steward sent by Agamemnon should have been ushered into the main hall of the mansion and awaited the master's summons, but now he was left standing outside, which naturally made him look rather unhappy, yet he had no choice but to accept it.

It's normal for people to have grievances.

Before their arrival, the governor specifically instructed them that no matter what the heir said or did, they must not be impolite in the slightest and must be received with the highest level of courtesy.

"Young master, Agamemnon's men have arrived."

Elsa entered the bedroom, helped Alvin dress, and then handed him the invitation, her eyes brimming with adoration. "Just as you predicted, they couldn't sit still."

She had thought that this trip to the Alert Star would be a setback for young master Alvin, and even Lord Carroll and Lord Horn had anticipated the same thing before the trip.

But who could have imagined that in just two days... the situation would be ruined!

Agamemnon's attitude changed so rapidly, from initial indifference to present enthusiasm, that it was astonishing, as if he had become a completely different person.

His initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness is laughable.

However... there are times when the words that come out of this young master's mouth are truly terrifying. It's only because Lord Horn is no longer around that anyone would be scared to death.

After gathering her scattered thoughts, Elsa quickly lowered her head, afraid of being seen with her shy expression. She cleared her throat and asked, "Young Master, should we reply to them now?"

What's the rush?

Alvin waved his hand, fastened his belt, and said calmly, "Go have breakfast first. As for the people outside... tell them to wait patiently."

Do you really think he has no temper?

Just kidding, ask Old K in the Great Rift above your head, he's always been vengeful!

Having been left out in Starport that day, Alvin naturally wouldn't give Agamemnon a friendly look; he wanted to use this incident to express his dissatisfaction to the governor.

As for whether doing this will cause a complete breakdown in relations?

No, no, no. Far from ruining things, it will actually add leverage to the negotiations. Alvin's subtext is telling Agamemnon that he has the biggest "resource" and that he doesn't only have one option!

"Young Master, isn't this...?" Elsa asked with some concern, wondering if it was a bit too arrogant.

Don't worry, I know what you're worried about.

Alvin chuckled and comforted her, "Now, the situation has reversed. It's not us begging them anymore; they're the ones... begging us."

Human nature harbors greed, and nobles are often even more greedy than pigs. Therefore, the Agamemnon Family would never miss such a huge windfall!

Moreover, controlling a large amount of pure "water resources" is equivalent to controlling the lifeline of hundreds of billions of civilians on Alert Star. For the people of Agamemnon, this is undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to reclaim the power diluted by the Ecclesiarchy and the underworld!

Of course, this is all predicated on... him being able to keep his promise.

So the question arises: why would Agamemnon believe the empty words of his heir?

It's very simple, because he now has four big, golden characters on his forehead: Valshius!

Do you even understand what it means to have Emperor permission, to act first and report later, to be a high-ranking official in charge of a region, or the prestige of the Merchant Dynasty?

In ancient terms, no matter how fallen a prince may be, he is still a prince, not some nobody who can be taken advantage of!

After breakfast, Alvin took care of some things in his study until noon. Then, led by Elsa, he leisurely changed his clothes and left the mansion.

"I'm sorry, I was a little busy, so I was a bit late. I hope you don't mind?"

Looking at the butler who had been left waiting at the door for hours, his face dark with embarrassment, Alvin smiled, a hint of sarcasm playing on his lips.

"No, no, no, it should be us. We're so sorry to have disturbed your work." Although he was cursing inwardly, the butler still forced a smile, "We're truly sorry. A few days ago, someone in the family deliberately concealed your whereabouts, which is why the Governor didn't know you had arrived on the Alert Star. Today, we specially arranged for ourselves to welcome you and host a welcome banquet for you."

"Oh, who covered it up?"

This was clearly just an excuse; anyone with eyes could see it was a pretext. But Alvin seemed oblivious, staring intently at the butler. "Tell me your name. I'm going to tell Grandpa when we get back."

"..."

Damn, how can someone be so difficult to deal with?

The butler was nearly dumbfounded. It was obvious the man was dissatisfied, but he couldn't afford to offend him. So he could only lower his head and grit his teeth, saying, "Mr. Alvin, I really don't know his specific name, but the Governor will certainly handle this matter seriously!"

"Alright, I'll go ask the governor."

Alvin suddenly realized, patted him on the shoulder, grinned, revealing eight white teeth, and said, "I'm very angry, so this matter... I'm going to get to the bottom of it!"

If I say I'll retaliate for every little thing, then I will definitely retaliate for every little thing!

Valshius couldn't afford to lose face for no reason; he had to regain it, otherwise, wouldn't even minor nobles dare to provoke Valshius in the future?

Oh no, this kid's looking for trouble!

The steward was dumbfounded. Now things were really messed up; once they got back, the governor would most likely pin the blame on him.

Then, Alvin led the secretly pleased Elsa into the luxurious hovercar, turned to look at the butler, and beckoned with his finger. "What are you standing there for? Does the butler of Agamemnon not even know this basic etiquette?"

"I'm very sorry, Your Lord Alvin."

The butler looked frustrated but helpless, so he could only hurry over and close the car door for him.

This time, Agamemnon really messed up.

Soon, the convoy entered the core area, where the magnificent golden spires were adorned with luxurious decorations, showcasing Agamemnon's status to the fullest extent possible!

Led by the butler, Alvin entered the top floor and met the female governor, Lucien Agamemnon.

"I am the Planetary Governor of the Alert Star, and the ruler of Agamemnon." Lucien, with an air of authority, rose from her golden chair and nodded in greeting. "On behalf of the Alert Star, I welcome you, Alvin Valshius, and apologize for my rudeness the past two days, both to you and to the great Valshius. I will handle this matter appropriately."

"I fully understand your difficulties, Governor Lucien, but... Valshius's honor must not be tarnished."

Alvin stared unblinkingly at the female governor, his gaze unwavering, and said coldly, "Someone must pay the price for this. I hope you understand."

His meaning was simple: if he didn't come up with a satisfactory solution, then there was no point in discussing anything further.

Lucien seemed to have not expected that this young heir would be so difficult to deal with. She had deliberately given him a way out, but he kicked the ladder away.

"So... how do you plan to resolve this?"

Lucien slightly cold, but when she thought about how the other party could provide a large amount of pure water resources, which, if used properly, could completely reclaim the power her family had lost, she gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger.

"On the way here, your butler said that someone in Agamemnon deliberately concealed this matter from you." Alvin's eyes turned slightly cold as he said calmly, "In that case... please bring him here, and I will handle it personally, how about that?"

Lucien gritted her teeth, caught in a dilemma.

This kid... why isn't he following the script?!

Looking at the governor, who was seething with anger but unable to vent it, Alvin said calmly, "Governor Lucien, cooperation is based on trust. You wouldn't... be unable to even meet this small request of mine, would you?"

His meaning was very simple.

Either let him vent his anger and regain his lost face today, or let's stop talking. After all, we're not the only ones short of water; there are two other neighbors eyeing us like hawks!

Three chapters today~ Asking for some monthly votes isn't too much to ask, is it?