Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

Because they were several huge two-legged humanoid machines, their silver-white paint had a cold metallic luster, and the golden Imperial Sky Eagle emblem on their chests sparkled in the sun!

"knight!"

"It's Sir Knight!"

"The Rogue Trader has a knight!"

The people's shouts of surprise made the cheers even louder.

They don't know what a Zaku is, but they know that there is a kind of hero in the Empire called a knight. When the Emperor's people are in danger, the knights will drive a huge humanoid mecha to save them!

The common people may not be able to directly experience the difference between nobles and wandering traders, but nothing can shock people more than powerful military force. Their simple worldview will only allow them to understand one thing:

Rogue traders have knights, can other nobles do the same?

Thirteen Zakus emerged from two transport planes, with thousands of fully armed Chuji Stormtroopers at their feet.

They lined up neatly on both sides, forming two impenetrable lines of defense, guarding the wandering merchants on both sides.

At this moment, the people's cheers almost reached a climax.

"May the Emperor bless you! Welcome back, my lord."

The woman in a long dress with a solemn expression bowed gracefully to Noah, "I am Clementia Verson, the chancellor of the von Valancius dynasty. On behalf of all the people of Dagonus, I would like to express my deepest condolences on the unfortunate death of Theodora von Valancius. Her death is a terrible blow to all of us.

"But when one star fades, another rises. Although the road ahead is still filled with pain and sorrow, your subjects hope that you will be the guiding light of the trading dynasty in these difficult days."

Beside her, there was only a young girl.

The beautiful blonde girl was wearing an elegant dress. Although she had undergone a brief etiquette training, she still looked a little reserved.

"Greetings, Lord Noah."

Noah smiled and helped the girl up:

"Jeanne, when did you come?"

"It came here with the transport ship a few days ago."

Jeanne explained quietly, "I told them I was the planetary governor's representative."

She felt that she should come to the Rogue Trader's successor ceremony.

But there were some things she knew she shouldn't tell others without permission.

"The transport ship is not safe. I'll take you back."

Noah gently soothed the nervous girl, then looked at Clementia, who was looking at his team with a worried expression, and smiled:

"I have other arrangements with General Abelard. He is now in charge of trade in other star regions for me."

"Excuse me, sir." Clementia lowered her head quickly.

General Abelard was her father. The news of Lady Theodora's murder had spread throughout the colony, and it was hard for Clementia not to worry about her father's safety.

But now that she had received the answer from the Rogue Trader, Clementia felt a little relieved.

Noah looked around and asked calmly:

"What about the rest?"

Clementia whispered:

"My lord, Governor Urban Drevstad has been notified of your arrival in Dagonus, and he is preparing a banquet and meeting for you in the palace. The other nobles are also in the palace, awaiting your official visit."

“Waiting for an official visit?”

Noah's face showed no emotion, he just chuckled:

"What did I do to make them disrespect me so much that they wouldn't even come to greet me in person? Are they trying to intimidate me?"

Clementia lowered her head and said nothing. This was not the time for her to interrupt.

But in fact, it is just as the wandering merchant said.

They really wanted to give the Rogue Traders a warning.

If it was Lady Theodora, they would never dare to be so rude. But Noah had not even held the succession ceremony yet. According to the imperial law, he was not yet an official roving trader. In the eyes of the nobles, he was perhaps just a brat who was just a little luckier.

By not welcoming the Rogue Traders in person, the nobles were actually testing the Rogue Traders' bottom line.

If the Rogue Trader knows nothing, he won't even ask about such trivial matters, which is equivalent to making concessions to the nobles in complete ignorance.

As long as the Rogue Traders give in, the nobles will push for more. Like other nobles in the empire, each of them pursues their own interests and hopes that when power changes, their land and wealth will not be affected, or even become more.

These nobles are like spiders in a jar, ready to pounce on the weakest person, or the person they think is the weakest.

But unfortunately, the Lord Noah in front of them was obviously not as weak as the nobles expected.

and……

Clementia looked at Noah's guards.

Stormtroopers and knights are the backbone of the imperial army.

This new Rogue Trader's connections and skills are probably even better than Lady Theodora's.

Clementia couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This was undoubtedly a good thing for the dynasty, but not necessarily for those nobles.

Noah asked with interest:

"Wilson, what do you think he's here for?"

Clementia was slightly startled and looked back. A group of men and women in luxurious dresses were running towards them without any regard for etiquette.

Clementia said:

"Perhaps they have come to confess their guilt, your Excellency."

"Sir! Lord Rogue Trader!"

Because he ran too fast, the man almost fell down. He stumbled to Noah and quickly adjusted his appearance:

"My Lord, I am..."

Noah interrupted him:

"What's your last name?"

The man was slightly startled, then his eyes revealed a trace of fear, and he hurriedly said:

"Surbeck, my lord, Macharius Surbeck!"

Noah looked at Clementia and asked:

"Who else isn't here?"

"The Drevstad family, and the Japak family."

Clementia said respectfully, "But I think they should be here soon."

Noah glanced at Surbek casually:

"Since you didn't come, then you don't have to come."

Macharius' heart suddenly stopped beating. He wanted to say something, but his instinctive fear of danger made him remain silent.

Noah asked again:

"Wilson, who controls the Planetary Defense Force?"

"Sir, you are the Rogue Trader. I don't think any of them would dare to resist your orders."

"Then give orders to the Planetary Defense Force and have everyone assemble here."

"all?"

Clementia raised her head slightly, as if surprised by Noah's order, but still bowed her head respectfully:

"Yes, my lord."

Noah suddenly asked:

"Wilson, what do you think would happen to this planet if there were no Drevstad and the Japak family?"

"Nothing will change, my Lord."

Clementia said respectfully, "This is your planet. Although they have many family members and may cause some trouble in the hive, it won't be long before everything returns to normal."

Noah nodded thoughtfully:

"Wilson, just take me to my palace and let me see who is waiting for my official visit!"

"Yes, my lord."

Noah glanced at the middle-aged nobleman, who caught his gaze and immediately smiled ingratiatingly:

"What's your name?"

"Macharius Surbeck, my Lord."

Noah asked casually:

"Do you think you deserve this name?"

"Of course not, my Lord."

Macharius said humbly, "But I dare to think that we still have some things in common, such as I am your humble servant, and the Sun Lord is just a humble servant of the Emperor."

"It makes sense."

Noah nodded approvingly. Macharius Surbeck was a little smart but not much, but he was still loyal.

The palace gates were open, and luxurious red carpets covered the entire hall, extending all the way to the stairs outside the palace.

On both sides of the gate stood guards who were doing their duty. Countless men and women in luxurious clothes were crowding at the door, anxiously waiting for the arrival of the wandering merchants.

As soon as Noah walked up the stairs, a middle-aged man with a dignified face immediately came up to him and said respectfully:

"Noah von Valancius, the 20th generation of the von Valancius family, the guardian of the sacred warrant, and the ruler of the Colonus Expanse from the Klanak System to the White Dream Crossing, welcome you!"

"I am Urban Dreyfussart, Governor of this great world, and your humble servant. First, please forgive me..."

Noah was in no mood to listen to his quibbling, and said calmly:

"Arrest them."

The stormtroopers who had been guarding on both sides immediately rushed forward, pointed the hell guns in their hands directly at the governor's forehead, and forced them into the palace amid the nobles' terrified screams and riots.

Urban Dreyfuss called out hastily:

"My Lord, my Lord! What are you doing? I..."

boom!

A stormtrooper knocked him unconscious with the butt of his rifle, and two stormtroopers dragged him into the palace.

"Quiet!"

Noah shouted loudly to stop the nobles from panicking. "The planetary governor is colluding with the aliens and intends to rebel. The evidence is irrefutable. Before finding out whether there are other accomplices involved, no one is allowed to leave the palace, and those who resist will be killed without mercy.

"In addition, everyone here must be strictly checked to ensure that you are not contaminated. But if you are finally proven innocent, you will be released! Now, if you still want to maintain your dignity, go back to the palace by yourself!"

Noah glanced at Macharius Surbeck, "And you, go in too."

"Yes, yes, sir."

Macharius bowed his head respectfully, waved to the members of his family, and led them back to the palace.

The nobles' rioting stopped instantly, but their expressions became more terrified.

He knocked out the planetary governor right away and directly accused him of colluding with aliens. Everyone knew that this was a thundering move by the planetary governor. And judging from the posture of those stormtroopers, the Ronin Trader was definitely not kidding them!

If anyone dares to disobey orders, he will really die!

"go back!"

A graceful and elegant woman was silent for a long time, then she shouted in a deep voice and turned back to the palace.

Clementia introduced:

"That's the head of the Japak family, Toriana Japak."

Those who can climb to this position are no pushovers. As the saying goes, a man of insight is a hero. Being able to know when to act is a gift.