Chapter 164: Elsa... you plotted against me!

The storm of the assassination was suppressed by the tacit cooperation of all parties, perhaps because no one wanted to make this matter big, otherwise it wouldn't look good.

The people of the Ecclesiarchy suspected that it was a High Lord of the Empire who coveted the treasure and couldn't help but take action.

The people of the Administratum suspected that it was the Ecclesiarchy who did it. After all, everyone's background is not clean, and everyone knows the little mess that your Ecclesiarchy once made.

As for the Archmagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus, their brain circuits are a bit different, suspecting that a certain Fabricator Archmagos did it, intending to buckle the black pot on the heads of other Fabricator Archmagos!

The remaining Albert and Lei Meng were not listed in the scope of suspicion. After all, these two Chapters... one belongs to no brains, and the other belongs to being unhappy, it is unlikely to get involved.

I don't know if it was because of the assassination, but Alvin had a sudden whim and planned to find Tuck to train his swordsmanship.

After all, his swordsmanship was complained about being too poor several times. That time if it weren't for Emerich's help, he would probably have died under the Chosen of Khorne. This assassination gave him another wake-up call, he must strengthen himself.

"You mean... want to find me for training?"

Tuck's eyes contained a bit of strangeness.

"Can't I?" Alvin blinked. Among the people he knew, Tuck's combat skills were the most powerful. If he didn't find him as a teacher, who else could he find?

Tuck seemed to realize something, smiled and patted his shoulder: "Kid, your thinking hasn't turned around yet. You are now the heir of Valerius. Isn't it simple to find a swordsmanship instructor?"

"Oh?"

Alvin suddenly became interested, leaned over and asked: "Then tell me, who should I go to!"

"Nonsense, of course, go to the Astartes!" Tuck hooked his shoulder, lowered his voice and said: "You know Albert, right? He is the champion of the company. His swordsmanship level is considered a leader in the entire Empire!"

Wait... find an Astartes to guide swordsmanship?

Isn't this purely looking for abuse!

Alvin looked at Tuck suspiciously, suddenly feeling that this grandson was likely to take revenge on him!

"Have I lied to you?" Tuck stared with round eyes, scolding: "If you don't believe it, forget it. I was kind enough to give you an idea!"

After hesitating for a long time, Alvin finally decided to believe Tuck once!

However, he soon regretted why he agreed!

After hearing that Alvin needed swordsmanship training, Albert, who was arguing with Lei Meng about splitting the spoils in the space orbit, rushed over by drop pod and smashed directly outside the upper hive!

Looking at that appearance, he was afraid that if he was a little slow, Alvin would regret it!

In front of the Planetary Governor's mansion, Alvin looked at Albert, who was like a small mountain, at least two meters five tall, suspected of having undergone 'Primaris' surgery, and suddenly had the idea of regret.

Grass... it's a Primaris Space Marine!

Primaris Space Marines were one of the contents discussed by Archmagos Belisarius Cawl and Primarch Roboute Guilliman. In order to deal with the darkness of the future, three brand-new transformation implants were added to the original nineteen transformation surgeries of the Space Marines, making the Primaris Space Marines more powerful, agile, and intelligent!

But the transformation surgery is not suitable for everyone. Many original Space Marines had a very low success rate of transformation. Clearly... Albert is one of the successful ones!

This also made Albert's figure look more burly and tall than ordinary Space Marines, and the pressure he brought to Alvin was also more powerful!

"It is an honor to be your swordsmanship mentor."

Albert's smile was almost unstoppable.

What's the use of arguing with that grandson Lei Meng? It's better to take this opportunity to get closer to the heir of Valerius. What benefits will be less?

He hadn't forgotten that Butsweig had repeatedly urged him before falling asleep to establish friendship with Alvin and it was best to get closer, which was related to the future of the Chapter!

"Mr. Alvin, are you ready?"

Looking at the somewhat thin Alvin, Albert pondered whether to restrain himself a little, so as not to beat him too hard and lose face.

But the butler Elsa on the side seemed to see through his little thoughts, stepped over, lowered her voice and said: "Captain Albert, please be sure not to show mercy. You should know very well that your indulgence in him now is harming him."

"This is what you said!"

Albert glanced at Elsa and confirmed repeatedly.

"Of course, this is also the meaning of House Master Holn."

Elsa nodded indifferently, saying: "I think the young master came to you specifically with such an idea. Please be sure not to show mercy!"

"What are you two whispering about?"

Looking at the two whispering, Alvin suddenly had a bad premonition.

Bad, he wouldn't be arranged, right?

But Albert gripped the training sword, held his head high, stepped into the training ground, and showed a somewhat 'ferocious' smile: "Mr. Alvin, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

Alvin calmed down and stared at Albert intently.

However... Bang!

He almost didn't see the opponent's movements, and the whole person was slashed away, smashing straight into the training ground wall!

Until the pain all over his body made Alvin's dazed brain slightly clear, looking at Albert who was like a 'teleport', he opened his mouth wide: "Just now... what happened?"

"You were slashed away by Albert, young master."

Elsa described the situation just now.

"... Should you let some water go?" Alvin twitched the corner of his mouth, gripped the sword blade again, and stepped into the training ground.

He could be sure that he was absolutely 'plotted against'!

What Primaris Space Marine, this is clearly here to abuse him, there is no training at all!

Alvin cast a resentful gaze at Elsa on the side of the field. She was expressionless, but turned her head away.

Good good good... sure enough it was you!

"Which side are you looking at?!"

The wind blew in his face, Alvin hurriedly turned his head, and what came into view was the Primaris Space Marine who filled his vision, like a small mountain, full of pressure!

An afternoon, in the training ground, the sound of swords continued.

"The movement is too slow! The pace is too loose!"

A roar, a huge impact force, was transmitted from the sword blade, hard-hitting the tiger's mouth where Alvin held the hilt, tearing out a few blood openings.

Deng deng deng...

Alvin retreated a few steps before barely unloading the power.

Without waiting for him to readjust his stance, the sword blade broke through the air, accurately stopping at his neck, a few strands of hair were blown by the sharp wind, revealing Alvin's bitter face.

Lost again...

How many times is this?

Alvin was abused until his spirit was a bit disordered. From the morning after eating, until now, for a full six hours, he didn't even touch the edge of the other party!

Alvin, who was abused until he wanted to cry, was exhausted, sitting on the ground, looking at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Albert looked at Alvin, whose physical strength was almost hollowed out, and couldn't help but say with emotion: "You are already very good, don't be too discouraged, at least your combat experience and skills are stronger than those recruits who have not yet been transformed."

With the praise of a Primaris Space Marine, Alvin was a bit happy, but his whole body's bones seemed to be falling apart.

Of course, he was not without gain.

If there were experience points, then Alvin could clearly see that his swordsmanship, pace, etc., experience points were rising, at least now... he is not a swordsmanship novice! ===== CHAPTER 165 =====