Chapter 31

Sure enough, just as Take said.

The Khalid family, who control the entire planet, have thousands of threads of connection in the dark with the cults of the lower nest!

Alvin stared fixedly at the handsome young man standing next to the Governor of Planet Hadley on that luxurious hovercar, dressed in gorgeous aristocratic attire.

It was him who funded the Hammer Gang in the lower nest and used psychic powers to take the life of his predecessor.

Calm, must stay calm... Alvin suppressed his anger, constantly telling himself he needed to be calm, and shifted his gaze away from the young man.

But, just at this moment.

The young man on the hovercar frowned slightly.

His five senses, greatly amplified by psychic powers, allowed him to perceive the "killing intent" released from the crowd in that very instant.

The young man turned his head to look at the dense crowd on the street to his right, but the overwhelming mass of people made it difficult for him to accurately locate the source of the "killing intent" in the first instance.

"Rashid, mind your etiquette."

The Governor of Hadley beside him lowered his voice and spoke slowly: "You should look straight ahead and display the majesty of our Hadley family, not look around like an untrained commoner. This will make other families mock the etiquette of our Hadley family."

"Apologies, Uncle Galken."

Rashid responded softly, immediately withdrawing his gaze and resuming that serious, forward-looking posture.

"Very good, do your duty, and do not forget your mission."

Governor Galken Hadley looked straight ahead, not looking at Rashid at all, his voice containing a trace of majesty: "Before the true heir comes of age, you must shoulder the responsibility and duty that a qualified heir must possess. You absolutely cannot make any mistakes."

"Yes, Uncle Galken."

Rashid maintained his aristocratic posture and gave a light assurance: "I swear to His Majesty the God-Emperor, I will use my own life to block all risks for the true heir."

Between the two, there was no further communication, and they fell into a silent atmosphere.

Meanwhile, the military parade outside was pushed to a climax by the crowd.

The planetary governor's luxurious vehicle drove on the spotless, wide avenue, with the Loser Planetary Defense Force following closely behind.

Judging from their walking pace and equipment, Alvin judged that this unit could definitely be considered elite!

No wonder they could become reserves for the Imperial Guard.

But this invisibly deepened Alvin's worries; if this force were to defect to the cult, I'm afraid they would all have to go see the Emperor before the Empire's reinforcements arrived.

"Wait until I go back, tell Priest Aluman, and then make a decision."

Alvin took a deep look at the noble-looking young man in the vehicle, as if wanting to carve his appearance into his mind.

He quietly withdrew from the crowd of spectators.

Following Priest Aluman's request, Alvin arrived at the Baron Restaurant at 105 Fernan District.

A Grox steak and a bottle of Amasec cost a total of 800 Crowns, with the Grox steak costing 200 Crowns and the Amasec 600 Crowns.

After sighing at the fact that someone could eat nearly three months of his salary in one meal, Alvin decisively put away the idea of tasting the Grox steak.

Two hundred Crowns—he would rather eat energy bars!

Pocketing the remaining two hundred Crowns, Alvin looked up at the time and found it was still early before sunset, so he planned to go to the mid-nest black market to look around.

There are black markets everywhere in the hive city, which is not a strange thing; after all, most of the items traded in the black market come from the upper levels, so the enforcers mostly turn a blind eye, and as long as no lives are lost, they are basically not too strict.

After asking around, Alvin found the Malens District.

Unlike the generally dirty, messy, and chaotic appearance of the lower nest, the mid-nest black market was clearly much cleaner and tidier.

Perhaps because of the "celebration," there were very few people in the black market today, and only a dozen or so people could be seen setting up stalls.

Alvin disguised himself as usual, walked around twice, and stopped in front of a stall he was more interested in.

A small incense burner with exquisite craftsmanship and hollow carving caught his interest.

When Alvin picked up the incense burner and held it in his hand, the Navigator System's identification result suddenly appeared before his eyes.

【Item detected: Blessed Incense Burner (Old)】

【An incense burner blessed by a priest of the Ecclesiarchy, with little residual incense inside; during burning, it can highly likely reduce the risk of being noticed by Warp demons】

【Energy provided: 0 units】

Yo, not bad, this is a good thing!

Alvin's eyes lit up; an incense burner blessed by an Ecclesiarchy priest would allow him to largely avoid the risk of Warp infection when using psychic powers in the future.

"How much for this thing?" He looked at the stall owner and asked.

"Three thousand Crowns."

The stall owner was clearly a bounty hunter, with a rusty red long knife and firearms hanging from his waist, and he quoted an astronomical price right away.

Upon hearing the other party's quote, Alvin sneered and put the incense burner back in its original place: "Alright, you keep it for yourself, goodbye."

Having said that, he got up and left without hesitation, having no intention of bargaining at all.

"Hey, wait, don't be in such a hurry!"

At this time, the stall owner behind him called out to stop Alvin, an awkward smile appearing on his face: "I was just talking nonsense, how about eight hundred Crowns?"

"One hundred."

Alvin turned his head to look at the stall owner, cutting the price directly to the bone.

"Hey, I'm asking if you have any discernment?" The stall owner was anxious from the cut and said loudly: "This is an incense burner blessed by an Ecclesiarchy priest, look at this workmanship, one hundred? You're dreaming!"

"An incense burner blessed by an Ecclesiarchy priest is very precious, but..."

Alvin paused suddenly, looking at the stall owner playfully: "The most important thing about this thing is the incense ash inside. There's only a fingernail-sized amount left in your incense burner, and you have the nerve to sell it for 800?"

"Uh..."

The stall owner looked as if his throat had been choked, his face flushed red, and he braced himself and said: "Even if there's only a little left, this is still an incense burner blessed by an Ecclesiarchy priest!"

"Then you keep it and use it yourself."

Alvin turned around decisively again and was about to leave.

A blessed incense burner is very precious, but excluding the meaningless exquisite craftsmanship, the most important thing is the incense ash inside.

That stuff is the important material for resisting Warp erosion; as for the alloy hollow incense burner on the outside, it is purely a tradition of the Ecclesiarchy, and it's useless except for looking good.

Sure enough, just as he had walked three steps, the stall owner was anxious and hurriedly spoke: "200, 200 Crowns, no lower!"

Alvin turned his head and frowned: "150 Crowns, if it works, I'll take it; if not, you keep it."

"Fine, fine, fine, count it as my bad luck, you take it."

The stall owner put on a look of having lost a lot and said with a pained expression: "This thing has been here for so long and no one wants it, just consider it cheap for you."

Losing money was impossible; Alvin knew the other party was just putting on an act.

Except for psychics, basically no one would want this thing, and the incense burner was covered in dust, so he knew at a glance it had been there for a long time, which is why he pressed the price to the death.

Suddenly, Alvin's peripheral vision caught something that looked a bit strange.

That thing was dark in color, shaped like a palm-sized semi-circular metal device, with dark green patterns, and it seemed like it had just been dug out of the dirt not long ago.

"What? Interested in this thing?" The stall owner saw his gaze and chuckled: "Let me tell you, this is a good thing. To get this, more than a dozen brothers were lost. If you want it, take it for 300 Crowns."

Alvin frowned, took the thing into his hand, and the identification result appeared before his eyes.

【Item detected: Necron Scarab (Fine - Damaged)】

【Necron creation, used for repairing Necron devices, basically can decompose any matter into energy, but in the long years of slumber, the scarab inside the device has completely crashed】

【Energy provided: 0 units】

Alvin's brain went blank, and he was almost stunned.

Is there a mistake? I thought the Nachmund Gauntlet, plus the cults surrounding it, was already a hell-level start.

Does the Emperor think the difficulty is not enough? Digging up a "Necron Scarab" in this broken place, doesn't that mean... there is a sleeping Necron tomb world?!