Asking for Military Authority the Moment You Open Your Mouth-Are You Planning a Rebellion?

Ultimately, the stalemate ended with Lucien giving in.

She ordered the steward to find a spoiled brat from the family who was known for his poor behavior to take the blame.

With things escalating to this point, Agamemnon's reputation has been completely trampled underfoot.

The embarrassment that "Valshius" suffered back then has now been completely redeemed, and it has to be said that the current situation is quite ironic.

Soon, the butler quickly tied up and carried over the bewildered, obese man who looked like a flying pig from a distance.

The fat man, his mouth gagged, seemed to sense his impending doom. He frantically crawled towards Lucien's feet. His face, piled high with fat and repulsive, was contorted with fear, and tears and snot streamed down his face, making him look utterly disgusting.

Lucien kicked the fat man in the face, gritting her teeth and veins bulging. "You stupid bastard, you've brought shame to the family!"

This female governor was clearly quite strong; with a few kicks, she made the fat man's face swell and turn purplish-black, with blood gushing from his nostrils and lips, making him look even more repulsive.

Clearly, she was simply venting, taking out all the resentment she had just suffered at Alvin's place on the fat man.

After kicking her hard for several minutes, Lucien finally vented her anger and turned to Alvin: "Is this punishment enough?"

However, under the governor's cold gaze, Alvin's lips curled into a slight smile, "Not enough."

Upon hearing this, Lucien's expression changed drastically, her eyes turning icy and chilling, as if brewing a storm. "Then what kind of punishment do you think would be enough?"

"Elsa, tell Lucien!"

Alvin stared directly at the female governor, unwavering and without a trace of fear in his gaze, and suddenly spoke loudly, "What punishment shall anyone who dares to insult the name of Valshius receive?"

"Death penalty, young master."

Elsa immediately understood his intention and responded in a cold voice.

Lucien's pupils constricted sharply. She never expected that the other party would be so "bold" as to order the execution of one of Agamemnon's men!

"Lucien, did you hear me clearly?" Alvin's gaze held a hint of scrutiny.

He knew perfectly well that the fat man in front of him was simply a scapegoat pushed out to die, but so what?

Even if Ogryn were here, he could guess that the person who actually gave the order was the female governor, but he just had to slap her hard in front of Lucien!

Don't think that just because Valshius, he can be bullied by just anyone!

Such a forceful attitude naturally made Lucien's face turn ashen; how could she not see Alvin's intentions?

The other side made their stance clear, obviously aiming to establish their authority!

If they really killed the scapegoat, where would she put her face? Where would Agamemnon put his face?

Suddenly, Lucien a pang of regret. She shouldn't have listened to the elder's advice and insisted on giving the other person a hard time; in the end, she had only made herself look foolish!

"Never mind, I won't make things difficult for Your Excellency."

Alvin shook his head as if regretful, then beckoned to Elsa, making a gesture as if to leave. "We came with sincere intentions, but unfortunately the Agamemnon family doesn't seem to have shown the sincerity and respect that should be shown. I'm very disappointed."

He had just turned around, taken two steps, and was silently counting down in his mind.

3, 2, 1

Bang!

The countdown ended, and a gunshot rang out.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't Alvin who was shot, a furious voice came from behind at the same time.

"Lord Alvin, are you satisfied now?!"

Amidst the angry voice, Alvin slowly turned his head and saw the nobleman lying in a pool of blood, his forehead smashed open, red and white viscous substances splattered on the expensive carpet.

A chilling murderous intent was added to the solemn and dignified reception room of the Planetary Governor.

He turned his gaze to Lucien, who was clearly suppressing her anger, and smiled slightly, "Very good, Lucien. Your decisive actions have not only removed a parasite from Agamemnon but also restored Valshius's dignity, proving your sincerity."

The governor's chest heaved with anger, and her eyes were bloodshot. "Please, Mr. Alvin, move aside. This place is a bit dirty. Let's go to the side hall."

"No need, I feel safe here."

Before the other party could react, Alvin sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and acted as if he were at home, greeting Lucien, whose face was ashen. "Your Excellency, please don't be so formal. Have a seat. Now that you've demonstrated your sincerity, let's get down to business and not waste any more time."

Upon hearing this, Lucien almost lost control and drew her gun to shoot him as well.

What do you mean by wasting time? From beginning to end, wasn't it you, you bastard, deliberately picking a fight?

Alvin showed no sign of panic; he dared to do this because he had the confidence to back it up.

If it were an ordinary Underhive, even if Alvin had the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard, he would never dare to touch the interests of the nobles.

Would you dare sell your precious water resources?

All his actions were based on one premise.

He, Alvin Valshius, is the sole heir to the Valshius Merchant Dynasty!

Only with "Valshius" protecting you can you deter the treacherous and greedy nobles, making them obediently sit down and be willing to discuss cooperation with you.

Around noon the next day, we heard the news that he had committed suicide by shooting himself in the back of the head in his bedroom.

Sometimes, you shouldn't overestimate the moral standards of nobles. At least in Alvin's eyes, some nobles' moral standards are comparable to those of the Dark Eldar.

Agamemnon could take advantage of his local power to deliberately embarrass him, or even completely ignore this heir.

Even if they had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare touch Alvin.

After all, no one wanted to suffer the full force of revenge from an ancient Merchant Dynasty, not even Agamemnon.

Otherwise, wouldn't the High Lord have already taken action?

Fortunately, the female governor in charge of the Alert Star was no fool. After calming down a bit, she regained her composure. "I heard from Vennidar that you can provide us with a large amount of pure water resources. Is this true, Your Excellency Lord Alvin?"

"Of course, if Your Excellency does not believe me."

Alvin waved casually and gave Elsa a look.

Elsa understood and handed her the item she had given her earlier, a full jar filled with water.

Lucien, unsuspecting, took the jar, opened it, smelled it, and then gently licked it. Her pupils instantly contracted. "So sweet!"

Of course it's sweet!

Alvin chuckled inwardly; this was mineral water he had specially retrieved from the Bio-world.

Wasn't water from the 3K Era supposed to be purer and sweeter than water from the 40K era?

Lucien's eyes widened in shock. She thought to herself, "No wonder this is an ancient Merchant Dynasty; they can actually obtain water of this quality." But then she asked, a little doubtfully, "You mentioned 'large quantity.' May I ask how much of this quality of water you can provide?"

"I have as much as you want."

Alvin, with a hint of amusement, said slowly and deliberately, "I swear by the name of Valshius, the Emperor, there is no deception whatsoever."

On Alert Star, pure water resources are equivalent to the "salt and iron trade" of the old days!

Merchants who controlled the monopoly on salt and iron could often easily manipulate or even control the life of a dynasty.

While slightly exaggerated, this does illustrate the importance of water resources on the Alert Star.

Sure enough, after hearing Alvin's words, Lucien's earlier displeasure was completely forgotten, and she stared at him eagerly. "What do you want?!"

"Advanced Life Extension Surgery."

After a slight pause, Alvin's eyes narrowed slightly. "And, the supreme command of the Stormtrooper of the 47th Antrel Lion Regiment."

Are you trying to rebel?!

If it weren't for her years of political experience, Lucien almost blurted it out.

But after calming down, she stared at Alvin with a conflicted expression. "The Stormtrooper are His Majesty's troops. I have no right to hand over command of them to you."

Are you kidding me? The Tempestus Scions are humanity's elite force!

"Your Excellency, this is rather pointless." Alvin shook his head, saying meaningfully, "While you don't nominally own the Stormtrooper, you actually have the command authority to mobilize Stormtrooper. And rest assured, I will absolutely not do anything to harm you."

"I can temporarily transfer command to you."

Lucien rubbed the armrest, as if she had made up her mind, and said in a deep voice, "But any transfer must be approved by me."

"Make a deal!"

Alvin smiled, finally relieved of a worry.

His target was never the Tempestus Scions, but the core of the entire affair: the Ark Eldar!