There were Two Meals, But Words Couldn't Be Carelessly Spoken!

The next day, early morning.

For many days, due to the fierce fighting on the front lines, Governor Hal has not slept a wink.

The day before yesterday, she finally swallowed her pride and went to the nobles in the Hive City to borrow money, hoping to alleviate the pressure on the common people.

It also requisitioned provisions for the Astra Militarum.

But the result almost made her furious!

Those short-sighted, damned nobles were still complaining to her about being poor, saying they were also struggling, barely having enough to eat, and making a whole bunch of excuses. But it all boiled down to one thing: they were willing to give her everything, beyond any practical help.

In layman's terms, you want money? No way!

Hal was so angry his stomach ached. He cursed these stupid bastards in his study. Did they think they could survive when Chaos had Hive City?

Just as she was pondering how to persuade these families to agree to lend her money, a man entered from outside. "Your Excellency, we have received news that last night, Earl Carl Jabbar of the Jabba Family invited twenty-three family knights, Special Grade, to his 130th birthday banquet."

Snap!

Governor Hal's pupils constricted sharply, the cunning face of Carl Jabba flashing through his mind. He guessed the other party's intentions and was instantly enraged. He crushed the cup in his hand, veins bulging on his forehead. "Jabba? How dare he! What is he trying to do?!"

By uniting twenty-three noble families, they were already putting pressure on her, the governor, in a public way!

Considering the way these nobles pushed her away when she went to borrow money the day before, even a fool could guess their purpose: they didn't intend to lend her any money!

"Great job!"

Thinking of this, Governor Hal's eyes turned fierce, and he was panting heavily, wishing he could order the extermination of these people!

Calm down! Calm down!

With war still raging and a formidable enemy in Chaos on the outside, she had to consider the overall situation and absolutely could not anger these people.

She had no choice but to swallow her anger.

"Is there anything else?" Hal asked impatiently, seeing the man still standing there.

In the past few days, she had received almost no good news. The front lines were suffering repeated defeats, and food, supplies, and ammunition were running out. Now, these bastards in the rear were putting pressure on her, which was giving her a real headache.

"Well—," the servant replied tremblingly, "There is someone who says they wish to see you and can solve your most pressing problem."

Her most pressing concern – Governor Hal glanced at her and immediately thought of provisions, supplies, and ammunition.

"Who?!"

This matter had become a nightmare for Governor Hal, keeping her up at night. Now, hearing that someone could solve it, she immediately became interested. "Tell me!"

Alvin Valshius.

The servant obediently replied.

"It was him?"

Governor Hal was taken aback.

She's been so busy these past few days that, aside from the initial attention, she'd almost forgotten about the name.

I almost forgot, this guy is Rogue Trader, and his ship is still anchored in the desert. Putting everything else aside—as someone who frequently needs to sail long distances, he should be able to carry plenty of necessities, right?

Although supplying hundreds of thousands of Astra Militarum might seem like a small amount, every little bit helps!

Thinking of this, Governor Hal had an idea and said, "Alright, go and send a formal invitation to Viscount Alvin, inviting him to the Governor's Mansion's residence."

Upon receiving the invitation, Alvin smiled slightly, "See, I told you so? This governor will definitely see me today."

Zabriel scratched his head.

He couldn't understand why the governor, who had considered them suspicious and refused to meet them just two days ago, had suddenly changed his attitude so drastically today.

"Your guess is spot on!" After thinking for a while, Zabriel flattered him.

"Let's go see this governor."

Alvin straightened his clothes and walked out of the room first, followed closely by Zabriel.

Before long, the two arrived at the Governor's Mansion in the governor's private hovercar, where Governor Hal was waiting for them at the entrance.

"Viscount Alvin, I am so sorry. I have been busy with the war these past few days and have not had a chance to receive you. I hope you will not be offended?"

When he needed their help, Governor Hal adopted a very humble attitude, appearing eager and welcoming from the moment they met, as if the person who had treated them coldly just a few days ago was not him at all.

"Not at all, not at all, I understand the Governor's difficulties." Alvin also smiled broadly, appearing completely unconcerned.

Nobles, after all, are never thin-skinned.

After exchanging pleasantries for a moment, the two entered the banquet hall together.

The two chatted amiably during the conversation.

But Hal always manages to subtly steer the conversation back to the main topic, while Alvin pretends not to understand.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the governor, seeing that he still wouldn't get to the point, grew impatient and finally asked, "I've heard that Viscount Alvin can help me solve my immediate crisis?"

"That's what I said, Your Excellency."

Alvin responded with a smile.

"Then do you know what my immediate need is?" Governor Hal stared intently at him.

"Since the Chaos invasion, I guess what the Governor has lacked most is—troops, supplies, and ammunition, right?" Alvin said calmly.

"As expected of Viscount Alvin, I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Hal sighed and began to pour out his grievances, "To be honest, the supplies, including ammunition, for the 300,000 Astra Militarum are starting to run out. Viscount Alvin, what are your plans to do to resolve this?"

As he spoke, Governor Hal stared intently at him.

"It's very simple."

Alvin smiled and said, "Of course, we'll go to those wealthy nobles, like the Jabba Family. I've heard they're very rich, so I'm sure they wouldn't mind lending you some."

Upon hearing this, Governor Hal's hopes vanished instantly. His brow furrowed, and his tone suddenly turned cold. "If they were willing to lend it, I wouldn't need to beg you. Since Lord Alvin has no other options..."

"Please go back first, sir. I have important business to attend to and don't have time to waste with your nonsense here."

Upon hearing this, Governor Hal immediately stood up.

"What if I were to say that they voluntarily gave up their entire fortune to fund the war?" Alvin said calmly with a smile.

Voluntary?

Governor Hal sneered, "Your Lord Alvin, you are too naive. They—they won't willingly give up their fortunes."

Are you dreaming?

"Why don't you go and ask them?"

Alvin remained unhurried, chuckling as he said, "There's no harm in trying, right, Governor Hal?"

Governor Hal stopped in his tracks, looking at Alvin's confident demeanor, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind. Could it really be feasible?

"Okay, I'll trust you one more time."

She turned and told the servants to go find those people.

Then, Governor Hal sat in his chair, staring at Alvin, trying to find some clues in their faces, but unfortunately Alvin kept smiling, as if he didn't care about anything.

Soon, the attendant rushed back in a panic. "No, something terrible has happened, Your Excellency!"

"What's the panic?!"

Governor Hal's face darkened, and he roared, "Chaos has invaded? Calm down and talk this out!"

To everyone's surprise, the attendant said with a look of terror on his face, "Your Excellency, I—I went to the Jabba Family and found—found everyone inside dead, and the heads of the nobles invited by the Jabba Family had all been cut off and laid out together..."

This is Chaos invading the Hive City!

"What?!"

Hal was utterly shocked. He instinctively crushed the wine glass, stood up abruptly, and his face was filled with horror.

But then, she seemed to realize something.

"You did this?!"

Governor Hal's pupils contracted, and he abruptly turned to look at Alvin, his eyes filled with murderous rage. "You—how dare you?!"

"Governor Hal, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want." Alvin calmly put down his wine glass, looking at her with a half-smile, "Didn't your people already say that this was the work of 'Chaos'? What does it have to do with me?"

Didn't you hear what he said?

Alvin smiled broadly, "It was 'Chaos' that invaded the Hive City and slaughtered the loyal Jabba Family."