Chapter 162: What is called a promising future

The next day.

"Hello, Young Master Alvin."

The woman who pushed the door in was as cold as ice, her temperament clear and cold, with short black hair, wearing very capable clothes, with a dueling sword and large-caliber firearms at her waist.

Looking at Alvin, who was lying on the bed and a bit surprised, the woman said slowly: "From now on, I will be responsible for protecting your safety. Your daily life and all affairs, including needs such as solving personal problems, can be ordered to me."

"Let me introduce myself, I am Elsa Valerius, adopted by Lord Holn since childhood."

Elsa clenched her right fist and tapped her chest, her eyes cold: "You can call me by my name directly; I am your personal butler."

"Uh, what about the two people yesterday?"

Alvin suddenly had a bad premonition.

From a personal sensory point of view, he still quite liked those two maids. Even if not from a sexy perspective, at least it was pleasing to the eye.

"They are no longer responsible for your daily life."

Elsa's eyes were cold, saying indifferently: "Because of yesterday's assassination, everyone who had contact with you has been replaced by Lord Holn."

Although Alvin already knew the cruelty of the Warhammer universe, when he thought... the people who served him dressing yesterday were replaced today because of an assassination, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It was like... he harmed those people.

It seemed to see through his thoughts, Elsa's tone eased a little, and she said softly: "Young Master Alvin, please don't worry too much. They are just temporarily isolated for investigation. Lord Holn is not the kind of noble you imagine. After confirming that there is nothing wrong, they will be transferred to other positions to continue serving."

"So that's how it is... that's good."

Alvin rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little better.

He knew that this was already the greatest mercy. The heir of the family was assassinated. If it were on other nobles, it would probably be a big cleaning!

No reason!

If you want to blame, you can only blame them for being so unlucky, just happening to run into an assassination.

It can be seen that Holn is really kind.

"What about grandfather?"

Alvin supported the edge of the bed, preparing to get out of bed.

"Lord Holn said that he will handle some things in the next few days, you can move freely."

Seeing Alvin getting up, Elsa took the initiative to change his clothes. After seeing the pitch-black armor inside, her eyes just condensed, a bit strange, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

Alvin naturally knew that he wore the 'Oath Armor' to sleep, no matter how you look at it, it was a bit afraid of death, but... compared to his life, what are other people's eyes?

When he was close, he discovered that Elsa had a black mole on the corner of her eye, and her features and appearance, even among nobles, were extremely outstanding.

Coupled with that cold temperament, it must be said... it is very tempting to conquer. No wonder everyone says nobles are degenerate. Who can hold back?

"Young Master Alvin, may I ask, what is your itinerary today? I will arrange it for you in advance." Elsa asked.

It must be said that having a butler can indeed save a lot of trouble. Alvin couldn't help but sigh, no wonder noble life is luxurious and degenerate.

"Yes, I want to see Tuck, Aruman, and the people of the 3rd Company of the 175th Regiment. Can you arrange it for me?" Alvin asked.

Although he stepped into the sky and became the heir of 'Valerius', he didn't forget the comrades who fought side by side with him and gave him a lot of help.

Not to mention anything else, if it weren't for Tuck and Aruman, he might still be in the underhive. Moreover, the help these two gave him was not small at all!

Just the deflection field, plasma gun, and the combat experience and technology taught by Tuck, all benefited him a lot!

"Yes, I will arrange it now."

Elsa clearly investigated Alvin's interpersonal relationships and knew that these people had helped him a lot, so she added: "I will invite them to your banquet in the highest form of the family. Is there anything else you need to add?"

Alvin thought about it and felt there was nothing to add: "That's it."

After washing up, Alvin, who came to the banquet hall, was shocked by the luxury of the nobles again. When he was eating corpse starch and energy bars outside, he didn't expect that noble masters were enjoying meat with juicy meat and mellow wine.

"You kid, you're really developed!"

Tuck, who was invited, looked Alvin up and down, as if seeing some novel thing, still looking like he didn't care, grinning: "Not bad, changed clothes, looks better than before, almost catching up with me."

"Haven't I always been more handsome than you?"

Alvin smiled and teased him, not caring at all about Tuck's familiar appearance, and even felt a bit warm.

He didn't want Tuck to become cautious after he became a noble; that would only make him feel ironic.

Elsa wanted to stop talking on the side, wanting to teach Tuck a lesson for his rude behavior, but after seeing Alvin didn't care at all, she suppressed her impulse and stood expressionlessly on the side.

After greeting Tuck and Aruman, Alvin noticed the somewhat cautious 3rd Company crowd.

Looking at the 3rd Company, which had gone from full strength to only twenty people left after several bloody battles, Alvin was full of emotion, but after looking around, he didn't find the familiar figure, and his heart suddenly thumped: "Where is Ditz?"

"Captain..." Leo touched his head, carefully took out a can of corpse starch stained with blood from his arms, full of regret: "Ditz is dead, this is... what he told me to leave to you before he died. He was afraid you would be hungry, saying..."

After hesitating for half a second, Leo gritted his teeth and said: "He said, don't dislike it, only by eating enough... can you win against the Chaos scum."

Originally, he didn't want to take it out. After all, in such a brilliant palace, there were top-tier delicacies from the upper class everywhere. Taking this thing out... was really a bit embarrassing.

But after thinking about it, Leo still took it out.

Looking at the corpse starch can soaked in blood, Alvin lowered his eyes, holding it silently in his hand: "How... did he die?"

"Ditz didn't lose face for you!"

Leo held his head high and said proudly: "When you were unconscious, the Chaos scum went crazy and rushed into our position, but Ditz traded with a Chaos Space Marine before he died. It was worth it!"

"Good! Worthy of being my soldier!"

Alvin gripped the can tightly, exhaled in a low voice, and shouted a good word, looking up with red eyes at the remaining 3rd Company crowd: "You are all brought out by me, now... are you still willing to follow me?"

"Captain..."

Leo and the others were shocked, dumbfounded.

"What? Not willing?!"

Alvin deliberately put on a straight face.

"No, no, no... we are willing!"

Leo and the others were overjoyed. They thought they would never see the Captain again, but they didn't expect such a surprise!

"We are willing to follow the Captain!"

Twenty-odd people roared, their emotions excited.

"Very good!"

Alvin smiled, looking at the twenty-odd strong men. These are all elites! Soldiers who have experienced Chaos slaughter, only need a little training to become a powerful private armed force.

Of course, more importantly... he couldn't bear to part with these people!

They are the first small team he led, comrades who have experienced blood and fire on the battlefield and are worth trusting!

"Tsk tsk tsk... you kid, you made a fortune."

Tuck smiled at this scene, full of emotion, grinning: "These people can become officers after training, and then expand into a powerful armed force. You know... they didn't agree to the invitation of the Administratum, just waiting for you."

"Hmm? The Administratum invited you?"

Alvin was a bit surprised. He thought his movements were fast enough, but he didn't expect the Administratum to be faster!

"Hehe... they did invite us." Leo touched his head and smiled honestly: "But we didn't agree. If it weren't for the Captain, we would have died long ago, so we were waiting for you early."

"Since you all said so..." Alvin cast his gaze at Tuck and Aruman, grinned: "Two, Losel has become like this, it is estimated that it will take a long time to recover, why don't you..."

"You kid, just say it if you have a fart."

Tuck raised his eyebrows and scolded with a smile: "Holding a belly full of bad water, don't think I don't know your thoughts!"

"Anyway, there is nothing to do in Losel, why don't you... come with me?" Alvin showed his cards, smiling and trying to get close: "Our relationship is so good, you two wouldn't just leave me alone, right? Besides... to some extent, you have taught me, so you are half my master!"

"Playing ideas on us?"

In fact, Tuck had long guessed Alvin's thoughts. At this moment, he restrained his smile and looked at Aruman: "Oil guy, what do you think?"

"As long as you can provide me with research materials and equipment, I have no opinion." Aruman said indifferently: "He is right, Losel's reconstruction will take a long time. Instead of wasting time here, it is better to do something meaningful."

"It just so happens that I am missing an instructor here."

Alvin leaned over, put his arm around Tuck's neck, and grinned: "You are retired anyway. The treatment of the Empire is definitely not as good as mine. Consider it?"

Tuck was also straightforward, glanced at him: "Okay, your ability to win people over has grown. Worthy of being the bloodline of a Rogue Trader, I promise you!"

"Hehe, of course~"

Alvin was satisfied. From this moment on, he finally possessed a private armed force that truly belonged only to him!

With Tuck, a retired Astra Militarum veteran, the twenty-odd people of the 3rd Company will soon be trained into truly qualified Astra Militarum soldiers, and then build an army based on this!

The future is promising! ===== CHAPTER 163 =====