Alvin: I Don't Like Threatening People

Alvin never expected that he would encounter his former "partner" on the Chaos warship!

Would you consider this a case of meeting an old friend in a foreign land?

He hadn't received any news from Rosales since they parted ways on Alert Star, and he thought the guy was dead. He never expected to run into him here.

"You... are you really Rosales?" He tilted his head to examine the Tech-Priest, who had nearly been hacked to pieces, but still remained somewhat skeptical. "How can you prove it?"

"Me? How can I prove myself?" Rosales paused, then, the dagger pressed against his central nervous system...

He increased the pressure, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. "I... I can prove it! Do you remember? Back in Losel..."

I cheated you out of 500 grams of Black Goo!

"Anything else?"

Hearing this, Alvin was fairly certain that this guy was Rosales, but he still pretended not to believe him. "Based on that alone, I find it hard to believe you."

Rosales was on the verge of tears. He gritted his teeth and said, "Also, on Alert Star, you helped me take care of that guy. We made a promise that I could ask you for help if needed. Do you remember that?"

"Oh~"

Alvin deliberately dragged out his words, building up Rosales's suspense before feigning sudden realization and gesturing for Afkar to release him. "So it really is Lord Rosales! He's a good friend of mine, let him go quickly."

Afkar hesitated for a few seconds, but still obeyed Alvin's order, slowly releasing Rosales: "Yes, Your His Highness Alvin."

He took a few steps back, but his eyes remained fixed on Rosales. He was confident he could cut off the man's head before he made the slightest unusual move.

"I... I never expected to meet you here, Alvin —Your Highness." Rosales touched his neck, a bitter expression creeping onto his face.

"Lord Rosales, it's been so long, what happened to you?" Alvin asked curiously.

His initial intention was to make Rosales a "needle" in the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus, so that he could make some secret deals with him later.

But to his surprise, ever since they parted ways on Alert Star, this guy seemed to have vanished into thin air. Alvin even thought he was dead, so he stopped trying to contact him.

"Alas—" To everyone's surprise, Rosales sighed, his voice tinged with melancholy, and said, "Don't even mention it. Last time on Alert Star, because Abaddon was defeated so quickly, the Imperium regained control of Alert Star very soon, and we were forced to withdraw prematurely."

"Because the mission failed due to the inability to find the Blackstone, I was stripped of my Sage position and relegated to the role of High-Ranking Tech-Priest responsible for maintaining the Chaos Battleship."

"That's pretty tragic."

Alvin nodded, quite sympathetic.

Upon hearing this, Rosales cast a resentful glance at him. Didn't this guy even consider who was responsible for his current state?

But soon, a cold gaze made Rosales tremble. He immediately withdrew his resentful look and said in a dry voice, "Ah, Your His Highness Alvin, what are you doing here?"

"Can't you tell?" Alvin asked in surprise, "I'm Chaos Lord now."

This was practically a pointless question. Rosales's lips twitched, and he asked cautiously, "You—how did you become like this? I remember you weren't Rogue Trader before?"

"Tired of Rogue Trader, I'll try a different identity." Alvin was still smiling. "I was worried about how to get by, but thankfully I have you, my 'good friend,' Lord Rosales. You should know how to get me in control of this warship, right?"

Rosales trembled, his body stiffening for a few seconds. "What... what do you want to do?"

"Is that even a question?"

Alvin stared at Rosales with a half-smile, "Of course it's—to give the great Chaos Marshal some fun, huh?"

Based on his understanding of Alvin, this so-called "fun" was nothing but causing trouble!

Upon hearing this, Rosales's heart skipped a beat, his face grew even more bitter, and his voice became pleading. "Your His Highness Alvin, for the sake of the past help I've given you, could you please change the warship? I'm the high-ranking Tech-Priest on this warship; if something happens to me, I'll be turned into Servitor Skull!"

You're not willing to help me?

Alvin's smile vanished instantly; his quick change of attitude left Afkar speechless.

"No, no... Your His Highness Alvin, please let me explain." Rosales was inwardly bitter, almost kneeling down.

She pleaded with him in a pitiful, humble tone, "I really can't tell you, but if this warship malfunctions, I'll be turned into Servitor Skull. Please, for the sake of our past relationship, spare me!"

"You have disappointed me greatly, Your Excellency Rosales."

However, Alvin showed no pity as he looked down at Rosales, who was now kneeling before him. "I thought we were friends, but you won't even help me with this small favor. You don't want this friendship?"

"Ah, Alvin"

Rosales was startled and was about to beg for mercy.

Alvin interrupted him, his gaze cold and menacing. "Since you're unwilling to be my friend, then you're my enemy— Afkar. How should we treat our enemies?"

"Your His Highness Alvin, I think—" Afkar's sinister gaze fell on Rosales, and he sneered, "We could turn him into a wet component. I imagine the Martian Mechanicus would be quite interested in him."

"No! No! No!"

Upon hearing that he was to be turned into a wet part and then handed over to the Martian Mechanicus, Rosales's scalp tingled with fear. He broke down, crying out and begging for mercy, "I'm willing! I'm willing to help you, Your His Highness Alvin! We're friends! Please don't send me to the Martian Mechanicus!"

Afkar's move was incredibly underhanded!

It's easy to imagine: a Dark Tech-Priest, sent to the Martian Mechanicus, those long-time demonized Tech-priest...

It will definitely make him experience what it means to wish he were dead!

Alvin patted him on the shoulder, a smile returning to his face, "Not forcing you, right? I didn't pressure you, Lord Rosales."

No, absolutely not!

Rosales wanted to shout no.

Unfortunately, he knew that if he dared to say no, he would be turned into a wet part and given as a gift to the Martian Mechanicus, so he could only force a smile that looked like he was crying, "Of course, how could I not help you, Your His Highness Alvin?"

"Great, I like smart people."

Alvin nodded slightly, quite satisfied with his performance. After giving him a reprimand, he didn't forget to offer a sweet treat. "Don't worry, Lord Rosales, when have I ever mistreated a friend?"

This statement is not a lie.

He also wants to use Rosales to make some "deals" with the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus.