Chapter 161: The Lost Treasure of Valerius

This sudden assassination gave Alvin a wake-up call.

From now on, he'd better weld the 'Oath Armor' to his body and not take it off, otherwise, who knows when he'll have his throat slit.

Being the heir of a Rogue Trader Dynasty is too dangerous... He even regretted it a bit, considering whether to just forget it and let the old man find another heir. The inheritance ceremony was just announced, and he was almost stabbed to death. In the days to come, he didn't dare to think about how many assassinations there would be!

After the banquet ended in unhappiness, Holn personally led Alvin back to the room.

The old man sat in the chair for a long time, his eyes seemingly guilty, seemingly surprised, but more... lingering fear!

He couldn't imagine what would happen to the Valerius Rogue Trader Dynasty if the assassin had really succeeded. The best ending for him would probably be a whale fall, all things grow, being gnawed on by those greedy parasites clinging to the dead corpse.

But fortunately, the Emperor still protects the ancient Valerius Rogue Trader Dynasty!

"About what just happened... don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

Holn hesitated for a long time, asking Alvin with a tentative tone.

"No."

Alvin shook his head, looking silly, grinning: "You said it yourself, it was the damned heretics and Chaos, what else do I have to ask?"

"Right, that's right, it was the damned 'Chaos and heretics'." Holn suddenly smiled, his eyes seeming to contain a trace of relief, then said meaningfully: "Remember, child, no matter who comes to ask you about the assassination just now... just tell them that, understand?"

"I understand, grandfather."

Alvin nodded in tacit understanding.

Yes, the assassination just now, no matter what the truth is, from this moment on, it can only be Chaos and heretics!

He could guess what Holn was worried about; it was nothing more than that investigating to the end would likely involve a bigger shadow, and by then, he would only be asking for trouble.

What the truth is, doesn't matter.

What matters is that this matter must never be put on the table, otherwise it won't be good for anyone.

Probably, this is the so-called, not on the scale it weighs four taels, on the scale it weighs a thousand catties and can't be beaten.

Holn supported the chair, stood up, came to Alvin's side, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly: "Child, things like this will happen more than once in the future, so you need to be careful and keep a trace of vigilance against everyone, including me, understand?"

This life... is too painful!

Alvin felt a bit like crying, thinking that becoming a noble would allow him to eat and drink, but he didn't expect it to be more dangerous than being a scavenger in the underhive!

But unfortunately, from the moment the inheritance ceremony was announced, he had no way back.

As the last heir of the 'Valerius' Rogue Trader Dynasty, no matter whether he had such thoughts or not, this identity... would bring him endless trouble.

"That... grandfather?" Alvin hesitated for a long time and decided to ask: "Is my father already dead?"

Regarding his predecessor's life, he still felt it was a bit strange. How could a hive in a remote star sector be involved with the Valerius Rogue Trader Dynasty?

However, upon hearing his inquiry, Holn fell silent.

He didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, but thinking that Alvin hadn't seen his father since he was a child, his heart softened, so he sighed and said: "Your father's name was Edras Valerius. According to family records, he stayed on this planet for a few years."

"And your mother should have met him at that time and gave birth to you."

"Then what happened later?" Alvin asked curiously.

"This matter involves a deeper level."

But Holn didn't want to go on, frowning: "You just need to know that your father Edras is related to a very important matter. In the future, when you inherit my position, if there is a chance... go explore this matter. Before that, don't ask anymore."

The Valerius Rogue Trader Dynasty, what the Imperial High Lords and even the Fabricator General of the Adeptus Mechanicus are greedy for is not that 'Trade Warrant'.

It is a human 'treasure' found when exploring the Dark Domain during the Great Crusade!

Imperial High Lords, Fabricator Generals of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Ecclesiarchy, and many other forces are all guessing what that 'treasure' is.

They found clues in the scrolls left in the Imperial Palace on Terra, but they could never determine it, but Holn knew very well that the thing was a human technological creation from the Golden Age!

The reason for Valerius's decline was that Edras took that 'treasure' when exploring the Dark Domain, but encountered an unknown warp storm and has been completely out of contact since then, determined to be dead. Retrieving that 'treasure' has become the key to revitalizing Valerius.

But now, he still couldn't tell Alvin.

At least, before Alvin grows into a qualified heir, this matter must never be leaked.

Looking at the mysterious Holn, Alvin always felt... he seemed to be hiding some huge secret.

"It can't be that he hid some huge treasure, right?" He pondered in his heart, but didn't ask it out, and could only temporarily put it behind him.

"Don't worry, child."

Holn smiled kindly, raised his hand to stroke Alvin's hair: "I will try my best to clear the trouble for you before I die and train you into a qualified heir. As for later... I hope you can help him more, just like you helped me at the beginning. I leave it to you, Carol."

The last sentence, the old man carried a bit of begging.

"I will, Holn."

Carol's tone was low, gripping the gear staff: "I swear by the Omnissiah, I will assist that child just like I assisted you."

"Go, I want to rest for a while..."

Holn waved his hand tiredly, and after watching Carol leave, he slowly closed his eyes.

He must hold on, at least hold on until Alvin is trained into a qualified heir, so he can leave with peace of mind.

"My time... is running out." ===== CHAPTER 162 =====

"Go and get some rest."

Holn revealed a mysterious smile, patted his shoulder, and said: "During this time, I will remain on Losel. Consider it a vacation for you to prepare yourself mentally. Once the resupply is complete, I will formally train you to become a qualified Imperial Rogue Trader!"

Alvin blinked, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine.

A bit anxious, asking for votes again. Why hasn't my recommendation come yet? I've been waiting until the flowers have withered. The days without recommendations are truly hard; seeing my group friends taking off makes me so envious~