Do You Still Remember That Ancient Oath?

After leaving the "job market", I realized it was already late.

However, it wasn't entirely fruitless; at least they rescued a Sisters of Silence and managed to trick her into giving them Level 3 Pass.

In this way, he no longer needed to put in the effort and gained the qualification to directly participate in the "auction".

"Your Highness Charles, this is the accommodation Mr. Nick has arranged for you." Selene led him to a luxurious manor and said respectfully, "Please make do for the night. I will come back tomorrow to show you around the other parts of Nomad Port."

"Although it's very basic, it's passable as temporary accommodation."

Alvin maintained the discerning eye of a top aristocrat, criticizing and finding fault with the luxurious manor before him.

This perfectly suits the temperament of the Imperium nobility.

"Your Highness Charles, if you need, I can also..."

Selene hesitated, but her alluring gaze betrayed her hidden thoughts.

Unfortunately, Alvin had seen far too many beautiful women. Even someone like Selene could be easily obtained by him with a wave of his hand, so he wasn't interested. "No need, I'll contact you tomorrow."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Selene's eyes, but her excellent professionalism prevented her from showing it too much, and she respectfully escorted him to the door.

Tucker disappeared shortly after entering the manor.

Tucker appeared after Alvin changed into his pajamas and came out of the bathroom. "I checked, there are no security cameras here."

"Hmm." Alvin nodded, and asked him to bring over the "Sisters of Silence".

Because of the danger posed by the Sisters of Silence, she was placed in a special device that could suppress the special domain of the Blank as much as possible.

Nevertheless, Alvin still felt an indescribable discomfort as he approached.

It was as if his strength had been stripped away; the feeling of weakness made him very uncomfortable, and he unconsciously revealed a hint of disgust.

Direct release?

That was definitely impossible; Alvin didn't want to gamble on whether the other party would kill him.

We can only try to talk it out and hopefully clear up the misunderstanding.

Alvin gazed at the Sisters of Silence; back in the dungeon, she was completely shrouded in a device, making it impossible to see her clearly.

But after she was brought here, Alvin was able to see the Sisters of Silence's appearance clearly.

Her skin was as pale as the cold moonlight. Perhaps due to years of malnutrition, her facial features appeared rather thin. Her dark gray pupils revealed a sharp killing intent that sent chills down one's spine.

Her long, silver-white hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

It's quite rare; it's not a topknot...:::. Alvin muttered to himself, clearing his throat.

She said, "Hello, Your Excellency Sisters of Silence, it's a pleasure to meet you here. Please introduce yourself."

"My name is Alvin Valshius, the head of the Valshius Merchant Dynasty."

The Sisters of Silence's gaze seemed to have changed slightly.

Seeing this, Alvin thought to himself, "Excellent." He continued, "As you can see, Charles Acquis is the identity I use as a cover. The reasons I infiltrated Nomad Port are complicated and difficult to explain in just a few words."

The Sisters of Silence frowned, her eyes still filled with wariness and suspicion.

"Do you recognize this?" Seeing this, Alvin had no choice but to take out his medals. "Marius Calgar and Louis Dante, you should know them, right? These are medals they presented to me."

These two medals are indeed quite prestigious.

One was awarded as a reward for his strategic planning and contribution in the Nachmund Campaign, which resulted in the destruction of half of the Chaos Fleet's strength.

The other one is the Wings of the Blood Angels, a gift from Lord of Baal, as a reward for his role in holding back the Hive Ship during the Pertita Campaign.

It is no exaggeration to say that, based on these two medals alone, Alvin's contribution is no less than that of a Lord General of the Astra Militarum.

However, to the Sisters of Silence, these two precious medals only brought her... bewilderment.

"You... don't recognize him?!" Alvin's smile froze. He'd been so confident, and now the guy didn't know him?

The Sisters of Silence seemed to realize that the other party meant no harm, at least not yet, so she shook her head.

Alvin was scratching his Delia; the most frustrating situation had arrived.

I wanted to prove myself, but I ran into a complete idiot who didn't even recognize these two medals!

"Alright, I'd like to speak with you, Sisters of Silence." Alvin shrugged helplessly and said, "So, I'll remove the restraints on you, but I hope you'll be willing to calm down, is that alright?"

Seemingly sensing a hint of sincerity in Alvin's actions, the Sisters of Silence hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "Yes."

"Wait, you can talk?"

This sentence almost stunned Alvin, who stood there dumbfounded for a good ten seconds. "Wait, you can speak?"

The Sisters of Silence often face indescribable enemies, so in order to keep their secrets from being revealed, they take the "Silent Vow."

That is, never speaking and keeping secrets.

"I haven't taken the 'Silence' vow yet," the Sisters of Silence said expressionlessly. "My silence is simply to avoid trouble."

Okay.::::. Alvin rubbed his temples, trying to reassure himself that this was normal.

He then kept his promise and had Tucker remove the control device from her.

This put Sisters of Silence at ease; after all, an ordinary person, a Psyker, was no different from an ant in her eyes.

Especially for Psyker, it's easier than crushing a chick.

"Sisters of Silence, may I now tell you your name?" Alvin sat opposite her, looking directly at Sisters of Silence, and smiled. "I have shown you my sincerity; surely you can rest assured now?"

"Ilya Vigilante."

Ilya stared at Alvin, watching his every move, and spoke slowly.

"This is a great start, marking the beginning of our mutual trust."

Alvin said, "So, Lady Ilya, do you still keep the ancient vow?"

An ancient vow silenced Ilya.

Her gaze held a complex mix of emotions, but mostly skepticism. "Why should I answer your question?"

"The reason is simple: I am the agent of the Golden Throne."

As Alvin spoke, his gaze was purer than ever before, his tone resolute and powerful. "Now, I am not speaking on behalf of Holy Terra, but on behalf of the Golden Throne, to ask you, Lady Ilya Vigilante, do you still remember that ancient oath!"

Why should I believe you?

A simple sentence was enough to convince her that she was the representative of the Golden Throne. It was indeed quite difficult, but fortunately, Alvin was prepared. He took out the finely crafted Power sword from his Personal Space. It contained the great power of the Golden Throne and had once beheaded the Bloodthirster Khorne. It belonged to a Living Saint!

"This is my evidence, Ms. Ilya."

Alvin gripped the greatsword tightly, its edges burning with golden flames, a testament to his words.