Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 156 Refined and Easygoing
As the saying goes, where there is a sleeping dragon, there is a phoenix chick. As an imperial gourmet, Mordred always wanted to put new and exotic crops into his mouth to try them.

After all, there's such a large cornfield there, and it's not even labeled who planted it. What's wrong with him eating some? The Imperial War Marshal eating some of your corn is giving you face. The boss of Ningjing is the boss.

It's just that Motarian is honest and kind-hearted. If it were any other old farmer, he would have already killed these two rice thieves with a pitchfork. Karas already had his hand on the pitchfork.

However, before that, Mortarion had more important things to do.

Looking at the big, golden man with an awkward expression, unsure whether to put down the corn or not, Mortarian immediately recognized him as his father.

"Father! When did you arrive?"

"What? He's Nacre!"

Inside the earthen house, three burly men sat on the floor, a slightly awkward atmosphere spreading throughout the room. Only Karas, like a timid wife, busied herself around the stove, preparing dinner for the night.

But his gaze kept drifting towards the three giants. After hesitating for a moment, he finally poured all the stored food into the pot.

Soon, Karas, carrying a bowl of thick porridge, squeezed in and served everyone a bowl of corn porridge in front of him.

"Eat it!"

Mortalian, now smitten with a new father, has no appetite. He's overwhelmed with a mix of grievances, confusion, doubt, and joy, and can only sit there in a daze.

He was not good with words and didn't know what to say, while his father didn't say anything either, just staring blankly at him.

But Mordred didn't care about that. He picked up the big pot and started shoveling porridge into his mouth. He hadn't even had enough of the raw corn he had eaten earlier.

This scene left Karas feeling conflicted. He thought that having one good-for-nothing like Mortalian was already enough to deal with, and now two more had suddenly appeared. How was he going to live like this?

What Karas didn't know was that this little bit of food was not even enough to satisfy Mordred. Seeing Mortarian and the Emperor looking like they were having an attack, Mordred was very puzzled. He remembered that Mortarian was not stupid, so why was he acting like an Oglin?
With an expression of concern for the mentally challenged, and drawing on his years of experience hanging out with Oglin, Mordred pulled out the leftovers he had prepared earlier and handed them over.

"Eat up! From now on, follow your second brother and I'll make sure you eat well and drink well. Look at you now, you're so skinny, you're not even as strong as my little bean sprout."

Mordred wasn't lying; indulging in food is one of Slaanesh's powers. Ever since that bunch of Eldar sprouts joined Atlas, they've been eating like mad.

Every day, you can see them fighting over food in the Abomination's canteen. They've practically evolved from bean sprouts into green beans. If you take them out, people won't believe they're Elven race; they've all gotten so fat.

Seeing the exquisite food that suddenly appeared in front of him, Mortarian finally came to his senses. Although he didn't know why there were teeth marks on it, the taste alone made his mouth water.

The golden-brown, crisp bread, the tender and fresh vegetables, and the enticingly fragrant steaks were all foods that Mortarian had never seen before.

Without any hesitation, the two hungry creatures immediately began to eat, looking like African refugees who hadn't eaten for half a year. The big, golden-haired man was momentarily dazed, as if he saw the shadow of an unborn Sisyphus in Mortalian.

While the other person was busy eating the leftovers, Mordred began to ask Mortarian what had happened. It would have been better if he hadn't told them, because after they heard what he had to say, they both felt terrible; it was just too tragic.

But the Emperor had no understanding of human nature. Instead of comforting Mortarion, he launched into another long-winded speech about the Great Crusade, the revival of humanity, and other lofty but empty rhetoric.

"Child, join the Empire! Everything we do is for the sake of making humanity great again, so that humanity will no longer be enslaved by aliens."

"No way! Your empire doesn't sound like anything good, and I still want revenge."

Mortarian's answer greatly displeased the Emperor. He had already said so much, shouldn't you have turned around and bowed down?

In the Emperor's EQ, which was on par with the wild (not a native of Tranquility) Oglin, his offspring's refusal to join the Empire must be because of that damned alien. Ever since he came into this world, the Emperor had smelled that lingering stench and knew without a doubt which bastard was responsible.

No, I have to kill that insect right now.

The logic of the golden psionic Oglin is so simple and straightforward: the best way to strengthen the bond between offspring is to kill the Nacre. Once this alien is dealt with, Mortarion will surely respect him as much as Horus does.

However, what the Emperor did not know was that Nacre had become Mortarion's obsession, and everything he was doing now was to accumulate power in preparation for killing his adoptive father.

Fortunately, Mordred had anticipated this. Seeing that the weasel was about to cause trouble again, he grabbed a rice bowl and smeared it on the weasel's face, catching him completely off guard.

"Big Silly Huang, what are you trying to do now?"

This sudden scene shocked everyone. Seeing their food bowls smashed, Mortarian and Karas, who had no dinner left, both looked at the blond giant, and then at the food scattered on the ground.

In a daze, the Emperor suddenly remembered what Mordred had said to him before.

Although this rebellious son usually has a peculiar way of thinking and often does some abstract things that are hard to understand, he knows more information than I do.

Was Mordred reminding him of something?
But the Emperor soon changed his mind, simply because Mordred stepped on Mortarion's hand and lifted Karas, who was also trying to pick up something to eat.

This action provoked a huge reaction from Mortarion, who pulled his hand away and lunged at Mordred.

Having never had a full meal and being as thin as a stick, Mortalian was no match for Mordred. A groin kick sent him sprawling to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Kid, what kind of look is that? And what kind of expression is that? I won't allow my brothers to crawl on the ground like dogs. Nakre is nothing; I can slap him to death."

Do you want revenge? Do you want to ensure everyone in Barbarossa has enough to eat? Do you want to be as powerful and domineering as me? Become the number one in the hierarchy of prestige!
Answer me!

Upon hearing that it would allow everyone in Barbarus to have enough to eat, Mortarian instantly calmed down. For the people of Barbarus, food was always the most important thing. If he could get revenge and have a full meal at the same time, he would be willing to take a few more kicks himself.

Turning to look at Karas beside him, Mortarian's eyes met, and Mordred kicked him again.

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you asking me? Are you brainless, you idiot? Look at me, look at your mother! If you keep looking, I'll slap you!"

"By the way, I hadn't noticed before, your name is Callas, right?"

When Karas was stared at by Mordred's golden eyes, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He was not Mortarion; if his small body were to take a kick, he would be crushed on the spot.

"Big brother, big brother, let's talk this out. I, I am Karas."

An incompetent father, a suffering brother, and the capricious Mordred—Motalian was once again certain of one thing: this so-called human empire was definitely no good.

To spare his brother from further suffering, Mortarian acted with unwavering resolve, immediately roaring:
"Stop! I want to join the Empire!"

Upon hearing this, Mordred seemed to transform into a different person. He immediately dropped the Karas he was holding and, with a flawless smile that no one could fault, helped Mortarian up.
"Good brother, I was just joking with you earlier. As everyone knows, I, Mordred, have always been gentle and easy-going."

"Elbow, I'll show you some good stuff."

(End of this chapter)