Galaxy's First Ruler

Chapter 133: Ancestor Aldrich

BOOM!

Aldrich landed on the ground like a meteorite. Earl Drago came running to him, holding a runic letter.

"Earl Drago Goranov greets the ancestor. Please forgive me for my earlier rude behavior."

The reverence on Earl's face wasn't any lesser than when he talked about the Ancient Oracle. His kneeling posture told of his unwavering stance, and the respect he had towards his ancestors. Aldrich couldn't help but remember the strange request Rosalia had asked of him.

"Help the House Venomous Rose to regain its lost status."

Aldrich had neither accepted nor denied this request. He had already planned to use the House for his plans. And if it were to get stronger in this strenuous and time-consuming process, then Aldrich had nothing to do with it. Rosalia, in return, had proposed that she would give him an Ancestor's seat by saying that Aldrich was a legend from tens of thousands of years ago.

And this legend just happened to belong to House Venomous Rose.

By the time Aldrich climbed down the tower, Rosalia had already sent a letter to the Earl, who was standing patiently at the tower's foot.

"Let's go, I have many things to take care of."

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The 'accident' related to the Research Center had annihilated the main Manor of the House. And thus, a temporary residence had been set up using various Skills within a short time.

Within the Manor, in the Dining Hall, Aldrich had occupied one of the host seats of the dinner table. Earl Drago was seated opposite Aldrich, and the table was laid with mouth-watering dishes. Trifon, on Aldrich's right, pretended like an innocent child as he was supposed to in his ancestor's presence.

"Why are we here? Just kill us, if you dare to!"

Aldrich eyed the three teammates seated on his left as several servants served the dinner to all of them. Trifon, seeing a great opportunity, butted in.

"Ancestor Aldrich, let me introduce these three to you. The blue-haired one is Lvl 30 Baron Tomislav, the strongest adventurer. He is a Blessed One."

By now Aldrich had gotten a good idea about these so-called Blesses Ones. Most of the beings of the Galaxy almost worshipped and venerated them as the manifestation of some higher form of powers. In such a sense, the Ancient Oracles were also the Blessed Ones. It was just none knew how an Ancient Oracle prophesied future events.

But Aldrich now knew that the Blessed Ones were nothing but a mere way for beings like The Great Old Ones to infiltrate their Will into the material world. Such was the case with his Black Veil and his ability to call upon that 'Name', too.

Unbeknownst to Aldrich's thoughts, Trifon continued.

"The one on Tomislav's left is Lvl 30 Baron Berg, the Child of Pharaoh. He is a believer of the Pyramid God."

Aldrich looked at the Stats over Berb's head and found nothing noticeable at a glance. But his perception had already caught two things hiding within his pockets that interested him profusely. The servants poured the milk in a large glass as Aldrich and Trifon both looked at the blushing face of the purple-haired beauty.

"She is Lvl 30 Baron Christin, the lover of milk ahem, pardon me ancestor, the Demonic Purple Death."

Except for Berg, who still had strips of white linen wrapped all over him, both Tomislav and Christin had changed their clothes. Tomislav had a blue and white greatcoat over him, and Christin had a glistening purple gown over her. The gown was littered with designs of roses and vines, making her seem like a garden fairy of some sort.

Not only because of her appearance but also because of her Stats and her personality, Aldrich found her state of mind quite enthralling. This was the first time he saw a Status such as hers after becoming a Dreamer, as it was neither healthy nor cursed.

A slight smile crept on Aldrich's devilish face, creeping the hell out of Tomislav, Berb, and Christin.

"Over my dead body"

Aldrich cut off Tomislav's overprotective words and looked at Earl Drago.

"I need copies of all scrolls, ancient and modern, after dinner. Send them to my room, and no one is to disturb me for the coming week."

A pained expression appeared on Earl Drago's face and his hand seemed to be petrified as he was about to cut a large piece of the juicy meat.

"Ancestor, this? Why use copies when you can have all the originals?"

"Copies will do. What are your plans, now that you have come out in the open with your Rank?"

Drago and Trifon shared a look before Trifon snapped his fingers, sending all the servants out of the Dining Hall. Aldrich took a bite of the sweet-spicy meat as the Earl slowly but clearly uttered.

"The manor will take 3 more days to be completed back at its previous location. As per the Kingdom rules, once claimed to be an Earl, there will be a territory bestowment ceremony within one week. It will also serve as an opportunity for a Marquess, sent by the Kingdom, to check on the veracity of the claim."

Trifon leaned forward and added to his father's words.

"The sudden disappearance of the Head of House Twin Shield and their viscounts can cause a delay. According to my predictions, the House Twin Shield will declare them dead during a raid soon. And will certainly feign ignorance of any relation to the explosion within our planet."

Aldrich noticed the proud smile on Drago's face and the other thing that had interested him the most came to his mind. The Curses of the Ranks at and above Count felt absolutely fascinating to Aldrich. He just couldn't wait to confirm his theories related to them.

"Good! As you know, my Rank had fallen to a mere Baron. But I will be done with my Random-Allocation before Drago's ceremony. The one thing I want you two to do is to bury the knowledge of my origins and the fact that I am the House's ancestor, at least until I recover my original Rank."

As the father and son heard Aldrich's command and the word 'bury', their heads turned to look at Tomislav's trio. But Aldrich wasn't finished giving out commands.

"And send these three to my room after dinner."

Aldrich saw Trifon pretending to be a naughty child as the young Count whispered, with a playful smile on his face.

Cough!

"Ancestor Ahem! How about an experienced and professional woman for the starters?"