Chapter 158: The Great Heir of the Rogue Trader Dynasty

Alvin, who woke up from the nightmare, twitched the corner of his mouth after half a second of silence, looking at the old man he didn't recognize: "Excuse me, who are you?"

If it weren't for the fact that this old man was old, he would have slapped him. Is there something wrong? Recognizing a relative as soon as he opened his mouth?

Holn was stunned, only then remembering that he hadn't introduced himself, so he cleared his throat and said sternly: "I am Holn Valerius; in terms of blood relationship, I am your grandfather."

Alvin suddenly realized.

Understood, this was his noble grandfather!

"Child, I know... it might be difficult for you to accept now, after all, I..." Holn was about to comfort this little grandson.

As a result, he saw Alvin jump off the soft big bed quite nimbly and hug his thigh: "Grandfather—I finally found you!!!"

Good!

Shameless enough!

Holn's eyelids jumped wildly; he didn't expect his own grandson to be so sensible. No wonder he was his father's seed; just based on this thick skin, he would be a talent in the future.

The family has hope for the future!

Holn stroked Alvin's hair and said softly: "Don't worry, child, I'm here... no one will bully you again. I swear in the name of 'Valerius' that I will train you into a qualified noble!"

If Alvin could hear Holn's inner voice, he would probably curl his lips in disdain.

Already reduced to a scavenger, what face do you still want?

No matter what, even a noble in a cesspit is at least much better than a scavenger in a cesspit!

As for face?

Whoever wants that thing can have it; he wants to hug his noble grandfather's thigh tightly!

"Child, how does your body feel?"

Holn really looked like a kind old man, stroking Alvin's hair, a few traces of kindness appearing on his aged face, his tone as gentle as possible: "It is normal to feel uncomfortable after being abducted into the warp by Tzeentch's Greater Daemon. If there is anywhere that feels wrong, just say it."

"I... feel very good, no problems."

After hesitating for a long time, Alvin decided to hide it. If he told him what he saw in the dream, maybe... the old man would be so excited that he would pull out a gun and shoot him.

After all, breaking into the realms of the four gods in a dream, no matter how you look at it, is a bit too outrageous.

As for the final scene in the nightmare...

To be honest, Alvin couldn't quite understand it. Could it be that the prisoner E on the Golden Throne really couldn't suppress it anymore?

"Since you have recovered, just come with me to the banquet; there are many people... waiting to see you."

Holn smiled, but in Alvin's eyes, there was an indescribable feeling in the old man's smile.

"Oh..."

Only then did Alvin have time to look at the surrounding environment.

Huge crystal chandeliers, soft carpets covered with the fur of unknown creatures, and burning incense—any piece of the room's furnishings, if taken out, would be enough to make the gangs in the underhive fight to the death!

This is... the life of a noble!

In the past, Alvin had tried his best to imagine that the nobles in the upper hive would live very luxuriously, but he never expected... it could be this luxurious!

To be honest, even if Tony came, he would probably scold: extravagant, wasteful!

"Child, I know... this is very simple."

However, Holn's words directly made Alvin break his defense. He said painfully in a low voice: "But this is already the best room in Losel. It will be much better when we return to our ship. Just endure it for now."

"..."

Alvin was stunned for more than ten seconds.

No, he felt that this place was no less than a palace, yet in the old man's eyes, it was only barely qualified?

Then how luxurious must a real noble be!

"Change clothes for the young master."

Holn snapped his fingers indifferently.

Soon, two maids with excellent figures and top-notch appearances came in from outside the door, holding soft noble clothing, bowing and bending: "Respected Young Master Alvin, from now on, we will be responsible for your food, clothing, housing, and transportation. If you have any needs, you can order us."

Well, worthy of being a noble, even the standard maids are so beautiful.

Alvin looked a few more times, but quickly withdrew his gaze. As a person with ambition, beauty is just the lowest desire.

He has more and higher pursuits.

Little did he know, his performance added a few more points for himself in Holn's eyes.

He had thought that his little grandson, born in the underhive and never having experienced luxury, would soon be immersed in various desires and become unable to extricate himself, so Holn had initially planned to let Alvin experience everything he hadn't experienced or enjoyed before, until he was tired of it, and then point it out.

But now it seems that he was overthinking it. Alvin's performance is very excellent; except for noble etiquette, even he couldn't find any fault.

Although Alvin was a bit unaccustomed, he barely completed the changing process with the help of the two maids.

Suddenly, he seemed to have a flash of inspiration, and a thought popped up from the depths of his mind.

Is it... a bit dangerous?

After pondering for half a second, Alvin asked the two maids to go out for a while. Although the two maids didn't quite understand, they still did as they were told.

Soon, Alvin, who had changed back into noble clothing, walked out of the room with satisfaction.

It must be said that the noble's clothes don't know what they are woven from; they are very soft to wear, embroidered with golden silk textures, looking very simple at first glance, but luxurious and restrained.

"These two will be responsible for your daily life from now on."

Holn looked at Alvin, who had changed his clothes, a satisfied look appearing on his face, then his gaze became a bit sharp, staring at the two maids, saying indifferently: "But there is one point I need to remind you: they are only responsible for your daily life. You can make any request, but... don't pour too much emotion into them, understand what I mean?"

Understood, isn't it just keeping your pants on?

Alvin nodded slightly, understanding the implied meaning in the old man's words, but he had no thoughts in this regard for the time being.

"Well, not bad, you look much better now."

Holn looked Alvin up and down, then said indifferently: "From the perspective of Imperial law, you are not yet the heir of Valerius, so I will not require you with noble etiquette, and considering your background, these things... I will teach you slowly in the future."

Hearing this, Alvin suddenly felt a bit of a headache.

Others might not know, but he knows too well how painful Imperial nobles are. Just etiquette and family history are enough for him to drink a pot!

"Come with me, child."

Holn stepped forward, personally tidying Alvin's collar, his tone grave: "Next, I will take you to meet the officials of the Empire, and then formally confirm... that you will become the heir of Valerius!"

"That... grandfather, how long have I been unconscious?" Alvin followed behind Holn, asking carefully.

"Fifteen days."

Holn said indifferently.

"Then... have the cults been solved?" Alvin was most worried about the cults in Losel: "Also, that Planetary Governor Galken, has he been caught?"

Holn stopped, didn't look back, and said in an indifferent voice: "These are all small matters, you don't need to worry about them at all."

Seeing this, Alvin could only suppress his doubts and continue to follow behind Holn until they arrived at a huge door.

The waiter at the door pushed the door open for them.

The brilliant light seemed to shine from inside, and the luxurious atmosphere rushing toward his face even made Alvin feel like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time in his life.

Good guy!

In the palace filled with luxurious top-tier nobles, dozens of people gathered. Just looking at their clothing, basically everyone was a noble, including many Red Cardinals of the Ecclesiarchy, Archmagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and even Imperial officers, etc.

He even saw Captain Albert who rescued him, and another Astartes Captain he didn't recognize. The two were in the corner, discussing something intensely.

Judging from their lip movements... oh, they were discussing splitting the spoils!

Moving his stiff gaze, Alvin looked back at Holn, who claimed to be his 'grandfather', swallowed his saliva: "That... you, should check again? I'm afraid I got it wrong."

It was the first time in his life he had seen so many nobles!

Suddenly, he transformed from a scavenger in the underhive into an Imperial noble. The change in identity between the two was no different from stepping into the sky in one step, and even now it gave him a dreamy illusion!

"I know what you are worried about, child."

Holn smiled and patted his shoulder, his tone very gentle, saying: "When you were unconscious, I had already taken your blood sample and compared it with the family. The result is... the genetic identification is a direct relative, you... Alvin Valerius, are the direct descendant who inherited the Valerius bloodline!"

The old man raised his volume in the last few sentences.

The whispering in the entire palace instantly quieted down, and dozens of slightly scrutinizing gazes gathered on Alvin, making him feel great pressure.

"Everyone!"

Holn pulled Alvin, under the gaze of a group of Imperial officials, Astartes, and Ecclesiarchy priests, stepped on the red carpet, came to the middle of the palace, and said loudly: "Thanks to the Emperor's protection, the child beside me is the... next heir of the 'Valerius' Rogue Trader Dynasty, Alvin Valerius!"

Boom!

A thunderbolt seemed to explode in Alvin's mind.

He... is the heir of the Valerius Rogue Trader Dynasty?!

Thanks to 'Black Obsidian Amber' for the tip~ ===== CHAPTER 159 =====