A Physical Bond Through Beating Each Other Up!

About ten minutes after Alvin left the secret room, he saw Lillian, dressed in formal attire as if attending a banquet, rushing over with her skirt hemmed up, her face full of urgency.

"Your His Highness Alvin, you've come out?"

"What are you doing?" Alvin was slightly surprised, but seeing her hurried appearance and her face flushed from the strenuous exercise, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Slow down, there's no need to rush."

Lillian slowed down, took a deep breath, then lifted her eyelashes, opening her jewel-like emerald green eyes.

She pouted, looking a little aggrieved, and said, "I... I was just attending a banquet, that's why I'm late. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

"I didn't mean to blame you." Alvin flicked her smooth forehead and chuckled, "Since you're dressed so formally, it must be a very important banquet. Won't it cause any trouble if you leave without permission?"

Lillian seemed to wince in pain after being flicked on the forehead, clutching her reddened forehead and taking a half-step back.

Then, she gave Alvin a reproachful glare, bit her red lips lightly, and said, "In my eyes, nothing is more important than Your Highness."

As she said this, Lillian mustered her courage, two blushes rising on her cheeks, a look that was both shy and reproachful, yet she gazed at him with unwavering determination.

While Alvin was at a loss, Lillian lowered her head, mustered her courage, took two steps forward, and squeezed into his arms.

A tantalizing aroma of alcohol wafted into my nostrils.

"You drank a lot of alcohol?"

Alvin froze for a few seconds, his heart seemingly stopping.

Upon closer contact, he could clearly sense that even Lillian's magnanimous heart, which was as still as water, was inevitably stirred.

"Um-.-"

Lillian gave a soft hum, then exhaled a fragrant breath, tiptoed, and brought her lips close to Alvin's cheek. "Your Highness, if you like—I have many more clothes that I can wear just for 'you'."

Her breath was sweet and fragrant, and the intimate contact made Alvin momentarily flustered. He was eager to break free. "Hey, are you drunk, Lillian?"

However, Lillian held him even tighter, bringing her exquisite face close to Alvin's eyes. "No, Your His Highness Alvin, I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly sober."

Before Alvin could speak, Lillian reached out her slender arm, wrapped it around his neck, and forcefully hooked her lips to his.

Hmm.

Alvin's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"

Lillian is impulsive, but also very gentle.

A moment later, she released Alvin, and under his shocked and disgusted gaze, she lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Your His Highness Alvin, I acted a little impulsively, but I have no regrets."

"You—" Alvin touched his lips. Just now, he, a dignified Rogue Trader, had actually been forcibly kissed by a woman!

"I know your return means you're leaving this place—" Lillian's eyes seemed to hold a hint of reluctance, revealing a touch of sadness. "This parting, I don't know if we'll meet again in a few years, decades, or even a century—so, I just want you to remember me in these final moments."

So, this is how it's done?

Alvin couldn't help but smile wryly to himself; he really didn't want to go back and get extra training from the "jealous king"!

But at the same time, just as Lillian said, this woman did not experience with him the kind of unforgettable scenes that Winnie and Elsa did.

But Lillian, sometimes quirky, sometimes cold and ruthless, sometimes alluring, is like a queen with ever-changing styles. Indeed, in this unique way, she quietly left a mark on Alvin's heart that belongs only to her.

"Your Highness," Lillian bit her lip, her face flushed with shyness, and slowly unbuttoned the blouse of her magnificent dress. A few buttons popped open, revealing what was bound beneath, almost bursting forth—a expanse of white skin entering Alvin's eyes. "If you wish, I can do that tonight too—"

No way!!!

Alvin forced himself to turn his head away, his teeth practically grinding to powder, suppressing his heartache.

His current identity is neither suitable nor appropriate, especially under the oppression of the Emperor and the Four Evil God, and with an ending like Elsa's, he dares not easily reveal his true feelings.

Otherwise, they will find a weakness!

Seeing Alvin's expression, Lillian couldn't help but let out a soft, bell-like laugh. Then, lifting the hem of her skirt, she gave a respectful bow and playfully said, "Since Your Highness doesn't wish to, then—goodnight!"

After saying that, she ran away.

Watching Lillian leave, it took Alvin a long time to calm himself down. He couldn't help but sigh, "What a... tormenting little devil!"

On the other hand, the escort ship sent by the Vought also officially arrived at the Nomad Port yesterday, which means that Alvin and his companions can officially set sail.

After bidding farewell to the nobles of the Nomad Port, Alvin chatted privately with Lillian for a long time as usual, leaving her a "Space Bridge" before boarding the "Sword of Redemption".

Surprisingly, Aldrich was also there.

However, this atmosphere was really giving Alvin a headache, because as soon as he entered the Temple of Prayer, he witnessed an extremely explosive scene.

Inquisitor Aldrich von Braun is engaged in a one-on-one duel without lethal weapons with Torzak, the lord of the Necropolis in Necron. The two are using all sorts of dirty tricks, not only targeting each other's foreheads and groins, but also relentlessly attacking each other's genitals with their mouths.

Hilda of the Eldar was enjoying a meal of popcorn while watching the hand-to-hand combat Inquisitor of the Imperium of Man and the Necron.

Penny clapped and cheered from the sidelines, occasionally encouraging the Inquisitor who was losing ground.

The two went back and forth, neither willing to concede.

The final result was a defeat for the Inquisitor. Although parts of him were flying everywhere, for Aldrich, who had undergone almost complete body modifications (70% of his body had been altered), it was only a minor injury.

As for Torzak, the Human Skin he had painstakingly sewn was torn apart by this bastard. He was currently squatting in the corner with a resentful expression, sewing up the torn Human Skin while muttering things like, "When the Infinite come, I'll teach them a lesson."

"What... what's going on?!"

Alvin looked utterly disgusted. He'd only been gone for twenty-odd days, but it felt like centuries.

He could actually see the Inquisitor conversing harmoniously with the Necron and the Eldar. Could it be that something went wrong during his time travel?!

Even after the fight, Aldrich put his arm around the Necron, acting like a close friend, completely unlike his earlier expression of wanting to kill him.

It can truly be said that, in a physical sense, they have completely merged into one!