The Threat!

What audacity!!!

Alvin clenched his fists instinctively, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He turned to look at Lloyd, who was sitting to the side, only to see him looking extremely smug.

"Well, Your Highness Charles?" Lloyd stroked his beard, his old face etched with wrinkles.

His expression was one of smugness and arrogance. "I told you, I would definitely open your eyes."

"The Fernando Family —truly formidable!"

Alvin took a deep breath to calm his trembling, but a hint of shock and anger still lingered in his eyes. "Count Lloyd, aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Vought?"

"Your Highness Charles, this is Nomad Port."

Lloyd smiled, a chilling smile playing on his lips, and said calmly, "The will of the Imperium has its limits, but here— Fernando's will is the law!"

The meaning of this sentence is already quite clear.

The Emperor's will cannot reach such a distant frontier, but in this small corner of Nomad Port, the Fernando Family are the true "emperors"!

The saying "the emperor is far away, and the sky is high" couldn't be more fitting for the Fernando Family.

"What?" Lloyd, that old fox, looked at Alvin meaningfully. "Does Your Highness feel that something is amiss?"

"No, I'm just a little shocked." Alvin quickly composed himself and said, "A mere border Merchant Dynasty, yet they have such audacity."

"Hahahaha---" Lloyd stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "Your Highness Charles, this is nothing."

There's something even better coming up.

"Oh?" Alvin raised an eyebrow, asking in surprise, "There are things even better than these two?"

"Of course," Lloyd said confidently, feigning mystery. "I guarantee you'll find what you're looking for."

"Okay, then I'll look forward to it."

Alvin turned his gaze back to the projection in the center, intending to see just how arrogant the Fernando Family really was!

The fact that the first two items ended up in the same person's hands was rather strange to him. To even buy items belonging to "Nurgle"—could he be a follower of the Nurgle cult?

The Flesh-and-Blood Covenant – if this thing isn't handled properly, it could easily turn the entire planetary Hive City into a plague-ridden Purgatory!

"Aren't you worried that whoever buys that thing will use it in the Nomad Port?" Alvin asked.

"No, it won't."

Lloyd smiled mysteriously, but did not explain the specific reason.

The third item has arrived.

"The Blasphemous Blueprint originated from the 'Dark Adeptus Mechanicus.' When data is input into STC Template that has been corrupted by the Warp, it will be mixed with flesh and blood 'curses' and 'Daemon code,' causing the creation to be corrupted by the power of the 'Warp,' turning it into a fusion of flesh and steel, and it is suspected that it contains 'Daemon' consciousness inside."

Each time it is used, 88 skulls must be sacrificed, otherwise the user will be "corrupted."

"The origin of the Integration Matrix is unknown; it originated from Planet K-37 in the Black Zone, a remnant of an unknown Xenos civilization."

All living beings within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, regardless of their form or consciousness, will be assimilated into one, forming a cluster of thinking life forms similar to a "beehive." The user who operates the "Integration Matrix" will become the brain of this "collective consciousness."

If the group encounters fierce resistance, it can cause the "Integration Matrix" to overheat and burn out, and the user's brain will also suffer a backlash.

This is amazing... Two more "Chaos Artifact"!

Alvin pressed hard on his throbbing temples, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.

First of all, he had to admit that the Fernando Family was far more audacious than he was, and he had to admit defeat.

First came the "Flesh-and-Blood Covenant," then the "Blasphemous Blueprint," and now the "Integration Matrix"—all artifacts closely related to Chaos. This piqued Alvin's curiosity: what kind of person would be interested in these two things?

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the Veil behind those curtains.

Seemingly sensing Alvin's curiosity, Lloyd stroked his beard and said with a faint smile, "Don't be surprised."

Your Highness Charles, there's something I forgot to tell you. Those attending the "Shadow Dome" auction... aren't just humans.

"You mean?"

Alvin's pupils constricted, and his heart clenched suddenly.

A sharp gaze swept across the hazy the Veil, and many questions that had been lingering in his mind were instantly resolved.

"Your Highness Charles, this is Nomad Port."

Lloyd's tone was filled with pride as he said meaningfully, "Here, nothing is impossible."

As he spoke, he pointed to a spot. "Look, Your Highness Charles, the buyer sitting behind that the Veil is Earl Anna Mord of the Night Owl, one of the largest Aeldari Corsair forces in the Calixis Sector."

"She's no ordinary woman; that 'Night Owl' alone is a mothership converted from Eldar Cruiser."

The outer shell is also covered with the biological remains of the Tyran, retaining their ability to devour Biomass and repair ships.

"Furthermore, this warship also carries a 'Void Garden,' planted with 'Pain Thorns.' The fruit of this plant can extract concentrated essence of the soul, an indispensable 'resource' for the Shadow Dome. Many nobles admire their products. If you'd like to try one, I can give you one as a gift."

At this point, Lloyd's eyes gleamed. "I'm not bragging, but when it comes to spiritual enjoyment, or even the pinnacle of desire, the Dark Eldar are number one in the entire universe!"

Good grief... isn't this just a disguised form of drug use?

Alvin's eyelids twitched, and he politely declined Lloyd's offer. This was the thing he hated most in his entire life.

I'll definitely launch the "Night Owl" when I have the chance in the future!

"Your Highness Charles, please look at this one as well." Lloyd smiled and pointed to another spot, his tone brimming with pride. "Mad Fang Starbreaker, leader of the flagship Bigtooth, commanding an entire Orks, and the most unruly force in this star system."

This time, Alvin was truly shocked.

As everyone knows, the Orks' minds are filled with nothing but war, and it's hard to imagine anything else. So, it's quite surprising that such a group of Greenskin Orc Alvin would sit here so obediently.

"You've really opened my eyes. But I'm curious, how did you manage to make such mindless creatures as Orks obey you?" he asked, looking at Lloyd.

"It's actually very simple, Your Highness Charles."

Lloyd smiled slightly and said, "Because only by following me can they find more 'waaagh' wars, more excitement."

Even though they were adversaries, Alvin couldn't help but feel a touch of respect for Lloyd Fernando.

The fact that Aeldari Corsair, Greenskin Orc, the Imperial Navy, and even a force suspected to Chaos Cult could all gather in Nomad Port and maintain a peaceful coexistence with each other is quite remarkable; in a way, Lloyd is already a remarkable individual!

Unfortunately, I was putting my mind to the wrong thing.

"Count Lloyd, you've said so much, you can't be trying to show off how powerful the Fernando Family is, can you?" Alvin tapped his seat lightly with his index finger, giving him a meaningful look.

In response to his question, Lloyd stroked his beard and smiled as always, "Your Highness Charles, I simply want to tell you that we— the Fernando Family —are your best partners."

Are you threatening me?

Alvin narrowed his eyes to slits, emanating an invisible, oppressive aura.

No, you misunderstood me.

Lloyd remained unmoved, meeting Alvin's imposing gaze, and said calmly, "Just a reminder, this isn't the Imperium Sanctus. In the chaotic Calixis Sector, anything can happen, can't it?"

Alvin naturally understood the implied meaning in Lloyd's words. Recalling the Aeldari Corsair and Orks fleet mentioned earlier, a look of "fear" flashed across his face. He stood up angrily. "You, how dare you, Lloyd! Do you know I am Scion of the Acquis Family?!"

"Mr. Charles, calm down!" Lloyd placed a hand on his shoulder, forcefully pressing Alvin into his seat. He bent down and said with a smile, "Don't get so agitated. To be honest—we at Fernando are determined to have your treasure, no matter the cost."

At this moment, the cunning old man finally tore off his hypocritical mask. His gaze was gloomy and cold, and his voice was hoarse as he spoke into Alvin's ear, "Mr. Charles, the Scion of the Acquis Family, and you are not a direct heir. Even if the Acquis Family lost one or two, they wouldn't go to such lengths to make things difficult for us in such a remote star system, would they?"

Seeing the growing terror on Alvin's face, Lloyd felt a surge of smugness and contempt. He sneered, "Do you want the Fernando Family's friendship, or their hostility? Think it over carefully, Your Highness Charles!"

The Fernando Family finally laid their cards on the table, their undisguised greed and shamelessness clearly revealed on Lloyd's face!