An Invitation from the Vardan Son Cult
Cultivating one's own power is not something that can be done overnight.
Alvin had been considering this idea for a long time, including making related plans since the Xenomorph Universe.
However, both the experiments combining the T-Virus and the G-Virus, and the cultivation of the Xenomorph Queen, are still in their early stages and will require some time to be transformed into effective and practical combat power.
"Looks like it's time to head to the Marvel Universe after we're done with the Ark Eldar." Alvin hadn't forgotten the amazing props in the cinematic universe, though many of them would need time to develop.
Examples include Tony's nanotech armor, Asgard rune technology, and the forging techniques of the Dwarves.
But the most troublesome problem lies in the word "time". The cinematic universe plot has not developed to a certain point. Even if he went there, he would not be able to find Asgard. Tony could not possibly create a nanotech suit out of thin air without any prior preparation.
Just as he adjusted the time ratio to 1:10, this was to save time in the main universe to the greatest extent possible.
Research into Xenomorph Universe and viruses in bio-chemical universes both require time to mature before they can be gradually transformed into combat power.
"After all this, I forgot to ask him the most important question."
Alvin rubbed his temples. He'd been so focused on getting Rosales to escape that he'd forgotten to ask about the origin of the Gene Seed.
Although he was still somewhat curious, he felt much more at ease considering Rosales's repeated assurances that it was definitely not a Chaos Space Marine's Gene Seed.
Just then, Elsa suddenly came in from outside the hall with small, quick steps. "Young master, a nobleman wishes to pay you a visit."
"A nobleman? Who?"
Alvin raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
This sudden visit at this time—could it be that he received some inside information from within Agamemnon?
"It's Viscount Scott of the Coleman Family." Elsa handed over the calling card and gave him a detailed description of this so-called Coleman Family.
On Alert Star, there are many nobles, both large and small, and Coleman is only a minor one among them. His ancestors' most glorious days were during the time when Viscount Scott, now known as the Viscount Scott, was promoted to the Eagle Council because he sided with the Ecclesiarchy and was used to contain Agamemnon.
The so-called "Eagle Council" is actually a parliamentary force jointly established by Agamemnon, the Ecclesiarchy, and Styx Eight for the sake of interests and apparent stability.
But to be honest, this parliament is just a facade, because even today, the three parties have not reached a consensus on its name.
Agamemnon called the council "Aquilaria," while Styx Eight called it the "Gear Council."
By observing just a small part of the situation, one can understand just how chaotic the situation on Alert Star truly is.
"Interesting. The people from the Ecclesiarchy are contacting me, are they planning to get a share of the profits?" Alvin didn't suspect anything, so he handed the visiting card back. "Make preparations, have him come to the reception room to see me."
In any case, this viscount of the Coleman Family could be considered a force on the side of the Ecclesiarchy.
Soon, in the brightly lit council chamber, Alvin received Viscount Scott, who was over fifty years old. His white beard and hunched back seemed somewhat out of place for the average lifespan of a nobleman in Warhammer.
"It is a great honor to meet you, Your Excellency Lord Alvin."
Viscount Scott immediately adopted a humble posture upon entering.
It's unclear whether this is related to the sudden change in the attitude of the Agamemnon family today.
As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face, especially when the other party is a dog of the "Ecclesiarchy."
With a forced, aristocratic smile, Alvin invited the viscount to sit down, then cut to the chase, asking directly, "Viscount Scott, is there something you need from me so late?"
Viscount Scott smiled slightly and said, "Your Excellency Lord Alvin, I have come on behalf of my master to present you with a gift."
A gift? The host? A special trip? Something's not right, something's definitely not right!
Alvin immediately became extremely vigilant. His intuition told him that anyone in the Warhammer Universe who used those words was likely suspicious!
But he remained unmoved, lightly tapping the table with his index finger as he looked at Scott, who was beaming with smiles. "Your Excellency, I don't quite understand what you mean by 'master'?"
Elsa, standing beside him, sensed the change in atmosphere from his subtle movements and quietly reached for the Ion Gun at her waist.
Don't think that a "secretary" can't fight. At least in swordsmanship and firearms, her outstanding achievements are so impressive that even Space Marine can't help but praise her.
The person that Horn specifically chose for him was naturally well-rounded, not just someone who could handle his daily chores.
"No need to be so tense, Lord Alvin." Scott's smile remained, his gaze seemingly glancing at Elsa before quickly returning to her, and he said meaningfully, "I have no ill intentions towards you. As I said, I've only come to deliver a gift to you on behalf of my master."
"Okay, what gift?"
Alvin remained calm and collected, signaling Elsa with his eyes not to make any rash moves, a deep blue glint seemingly surging within his eyes.
Clearly, that was the power of Psychic Power; the moment he sensed any unusual movement from Scott, he could instantly grind him into mincemeat!
Unmoved by the sudden drop in temperature and the faint, eerie shrieks emanating from the souls, Scott calmly took a letter from his pocket and placed it on the table. "This is the 'gift' my master asked me to deliver to you, Your Excellency Lord Alvin."
A letter?
Looking at Scott sitting in the guest seat, Alvin refrained from touching him directly out of caution.
He set down his teacup and said calmly, "The gift has been delivered; you should now depart, Your Excellency."
"Very well, farewell, Your Lord Alvin."
It was meant as a test, but to everyone's surprise, Scott actually stood up, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave the mansion.
"Young master, do you need me?"
Elsa was about to offer to check the letter when Alvin waved her off.
"No, send Servitor." Alvin stared at the letter, a sense of unease creeping over him. His brow furrowed, he added, "Tell Governor Lucien for me that there are 'eyes' in the council, and warn her to be careful of the Coleman Family."
Since he can't solve the problem, let's bring in someone who can!
Governor Lucien will surely not stand idly by and allow their business dealings to be disrupted by unstable factors, will she?
It didn't take long for Elsa to resolve the matter. Governor Lucien replied that she would investigate the "Coleman" family.
A Servitor brought in from outside cautiously approached the "letter".
There seemed to be no danger inside, just a letter, which the Servitor read aloud in a completely emotionless voice.
"Good evening, Your Excellency Lord Alvin."
"On behalf of the Vannadan Son Cult, I invite you to witness a grand and ingenious conspiracy tomorrow afternoon at 6:00 PM on the Helian Street in Middle Hive."
"Your friend whom you have never met—Vanadan Firemark!"
I forgot to set the time. My bad, 400 monthly votes! I'll add an extra chapter tomorrow or the day after at the latest!