Three Cobblers Couldn't Outdo Zhuge Liang
Although the goal was to reclaim the "Star Map," Alvin faced difficulties in putting it into practice.
The Fernando Family has dominated Nomad Port for nearly a century, their power deeply entrenched. Not only do they openly bribe nobles and naval commanders and possess a large private army, but they also secretly collude with various heretical groups!
"Traitors! The Fernando Family are definitely traitors, parasites on the Imperium!" Alvin slammed his fist on the table in anger, his eyes wide with fury.
"Yes, yes, yes, take a break." Tucker helplessly brought over a cup of tea and advised, "It's just a star map, right? If all else fails, we can launch a surprise attack and steal it from them!"
"What do you mean by 'robbery'? We're upholding justice and the laws of the Imperium!" Alvin retorted righteously. "I'm not after any divine artifact or star map. I'm following Imperium law. Traitors like this must be severely punished. How can we save the Imperium if we're with such parasites?!"
Tucker's lips twitched, his gaze drifting to the Aeldari Battle Witch enjoying his Gallo Steak and Amatek Wine, then to the Necron next door, pondering how to repair his torn Human Skin, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Frankly, he didn't think "Alvin" was any good person. Given the complicated situation on their own warship, if the Fernando Family saw it, they would probably call him a "heretic" and a "traitor."
We're all in the same boat, so let's not criticize each other.
Oh, I almost forgot... there's a suit of armor crouching in the corner, and there's a C'tan inside that thing!
Sometimes, Tucker really admired Alvin. How did he manage to cram this guy into a room without them fighting?!
The Eldar, the Necron, and Star God Fragment —just thinking about it makes the Vought think it's outrageous!
"What do you two think about this?" Alvin looked at the two of them, after all, he couldn't discuss this with Carroll, for fear of upsetting the old man.
"Easy!" Hilda swallowed the last large piece of steak, then wiped her mouth and patted her chest. "Leave it to me. Just take a few hundred Aeldari, disguise them as Dark Eldar, break in, and steal the stuff, right?"
When people are speechless, they do sometimes sneer. Alvin sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Not to mention, we don't know the location of that thing. Even if we did, a few hundred Aeldari could steal it. Fernando wouldn't even need us to make a move; he would have been killed by the Aeldari, Orks pirates, and Chaos Lord long ago."
Hilda gave an "oh," and then simply shrugged, "Well, there's nothing I can do then. I'll just have to pretend to be Dark Eldar."
"That's enough, you can continue eating."
Alvin decisively abandoned Hilda and turned his attention to the Necron: "What about you? Do you have any ideas?"
"If you need, I can ask Trazyn for you." Torzak, still fiddling with the tattered Human Skin, said lazily, "I think he'd be happy to help you. Just send a few Necron Lord, and we can wipe out the Fernando Family."
"Well said, stop talking now."
Alvin was already starting to regret it. He shouldn't have placed his hopes on these two guys who weren't even human. What were they anyway?!
"What's so simple? Just leave it to me!" At this moment, the "Void Dragon" in the corner spoke up. "You?" Alvin was very skeptical, looking him up and down. "What methods do you have?"
"If you agree and cooperate with me a little, I'll build a large machine." A fierce greed gleamed in the Void Dragon's metal eye sockets. "Then, I'll devour the souls of all humanity in Nomad Port. You'll have whatever you want then, won't you?"
"You can get out now."
Alvin's lips twitched, and he almost couldn't resist kicking this scoundrel flying.
What kind of ideas are they coming up with? Either they pretend to be the Dark Eldar and launch a sneak attack, or they gather an army of Necrons to besiege the city, or they devour all the humans in the port.
Tucker, listening nearby, was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. Who were these people in the room? They were always ready to raze a port to the ground—it was too dangerous!
"But you can't deny that my method is the most direct and effective, can you?" the Void Dragon said with a sneer.
"Most effective? I'd rather die!" Alvin cursed irritably. "If I really massacre Nomad Port, I can expect to be hunted down by the Mechanicus and the Imperium. If you cause any more trouble, don't blame me for punching you!"
Void Dragon curled his lip, wanting to argue—what Mechanicus anyway?—but fearing a beating, he shrank to the side and remained silent.
"None of them are reliable!"
Alvin could only helplessly think of a way that was as risky as possible.
As it turns out, even three cobblers with their wits combined can't equal one Zhuge Liang.
Things haven't escalated to the point of war with Fernando yet. If violence were to break out, it would be a complete breakdown of relations, with no room for reconciliation.
He doesn't know much about the Fernando Family yet, so there's no need to escalate things to this point.
"In any case, I need to meet them first before I can decide what to do." After thinking for a long time, Alvin could only take it one step at a time and decide his next move based on their attitude after meeting the Fernando Family.
If they could negotiate, he wouldn't mind paying a price to get back the important star map his family had entrusted to him, and also to make another friend.
But if we can't reach an agreement... then there's nothing we can do.
At worst, we'll just sink the Nomad Port!
Welcome to the Chronos Expansion Zone, Nomad Port. The Fernando Family reminds you that this is the trading area.
Violence is strictly prohibited; violators will be sentenced to death!
As soon as Alvin stepped into the Nomad Port, he heard the welcome banners inside and couldn't help but frown. "Such an arrogant attitude."
This is an Imperium facility, yet the welcoming greetings were from the Fernando Family, even containing an obvious threat, demonstrating just how powerful they are.
"What's next? What should we do?"
Tucker, disguised as a guard, asked from the side, a cigar dangling from his lips, exuding an ethereal aura.
"Let's take a look around," Alvin said, handing the "luggage" to Tucker, straightening his clothes, and saying casually, "We're just ordinary nobles who came on a merchant ship now, don't give ourselves away."
"I taught you how to disguise yourself, just don't give yourself away." Tucker chuckled, picked up his "luggage," and followed.
Alvin deliberately disguised his identification information and arrived at the Nomad Port a step ahead of time, intending to take a look.
Just how powerful was the Fernando Dynasty?
"Hello, is this Mr. Stark?"
In the port reception hall, a very attractive female attendant strode in with long legs, a broad smile on her face, "I am your host, and I will guide you on a tour of the Nomad Port."
"Hmm?" Alvin raised an eyebrow. "I don't recall ever looking for a receptionist."
Is this your first time here?
The female receptionist smiled slightly and replied in a somewhat formulaic manner, "A nobleman visiting Nomad Port for the first time..."
Visitors must be accompanied by an official usher to tour the Nomad Port; this is a rule of the Fernando Family. Of course, nobles who have visited many times will wear a special Pass Medal for identification.
What is the Pass Medal?
Alvin asked curiously.
"The Pass Medal is a special medal awarded by the Fernando Family to its clients. Depending on the level, it grants access to different areas and allows access to different items," the receptionist said with a smile.
"Oh? What's the difference?" Alvin became even more curious about the Fernando Family.
"Many, such as the core trading area, and the Fernando Family's annual auction," the receptionist said. "Only VIPs with Level 3 Pass are allowed into the auction; there, you can find anything you can imagine."
There's nothing you can't buy!
Both were Merchant Dynasty, but why does it feel like we're so far behind?!
Alvin felt a little depressed.