Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 226 Xi, can we make peace?
"How wonderful, how wonderful!"

The bottom line is meant to be crossed, and Corax clearly couldn't resist the temptation.

Despite his serious demeanor, Mordred had already figured out that this guy was a bit of a brooding pervert.

It is known that Koz enjoys bathing and massage to relax and relieve the mental fatigue caused by long-term fantasies. So what does Klaracus, who looks almost exactly like Koz except for having more oily hair and a more gloomy art style, like?

Not at the same time, but in the same place.

Pale as a ghost, Ya Ya stretched out his limbs and sank into the aromatherapy-filled hot spring, enjoying the meticulous massage service from the spirit race masseur. The rising steam made his face flush.

Of course, Mordred would never engage in any erotic services. He's a nemesis of justice. He's so powerful and domineering, how could he not handle some of the sex industry?
All the hot spring inns in Atlas are run by legitimate businesses. The Eldar technicians there also need to pass an exam, which is as rigorous as the Loyal Fate Academy's exam. Only after obtaining a certificate can they operate, and they also need to pay taxes!
Even Mordred has to pay for his own baths, it doesn't matter who comes!
This time, he spared no expense to bring his little brother out for relaxation, specially selecting three stunning beauties from the Spirit Clan—not the dry, brittle kind, but rather the tender, green ones.

The so-called "bean" refers to a unique mutated spirit race of Atlas, whose physique is more robust than that of ordinary spirits. Their official scientific name is Elf, and they are a type of demi-human specializing in psionic energy.

These Eldar originated from the pirate gang once led by Chiarand. After deciding to follow Atlas to the bitter end, Mordred corrupted them with her own blood to ensure they would not betray her and to make them more in line with her aesthetic.

Master Mo firmly believes that Great Thunder is the true civilization. The previous dry, thin hemp stalks were only liked by a pervert like Guilliman, and the price was that no matter how these beans reproduced, their hair color would always be the same as Mordred's.

Unfortunately, the aversion to aliens is an instinct ingrained in the Primarch, and Corax has no liking for them, but is quite interested in hot springs instead.

Come to think of it, in a mining world like Lycaea, even black coal mines are like heaven and earth compared to this. The people there may never have seen so much pure water in their lives.

Forget about soaking in hot springs, even getting drinking water is a problem!
Mordred was right. The crows were having a great time seeing so much water for the first time, playing with the little yellow ducks floating on the surface.

Seeing this, the Eldar technicians worked even harder, almost drooling. Unfortunately, Corax was a Sigmar man and had no interest in such boring erotic tricks.

"Second brother, do you think everyone on Lycaus will enjoy this kind of treatment in the future?"

This question put Mordred in a difficult position. He wanted to say yes, but given the facts, he couldn't guarantee it and could only change the subject:

"The empire is too big. Perhaps there is a world that has been incorporated into the empire's territory right now. Lycaus is just an ordinary mining world. If it weren't for you, it might never have been known to anyone in its lifetime."

As for your question, I can't say for sure, but I can guarantee that no one in Ningjing will go hungry.

Perhaps the enjoyment we are experiencing now is an extreme luxury for the people of Ningjing, but they have plenty of food, clean fresh water, and a tangible goal.

Most importantly, I can call them people. Living, breathing people, not consumables to be used as disposables.

I believe that as long as you truly love your people, that's acceptable. After all, because of your existence, Lycaea will enjoy a special tax exemption; the good days are yet to come.

Mordred patted his younger brother on the shoulder, pointed to himself, and said:

"Even if you don't understand, it's okay. You're still young, and you have your second brother here, right? In my eyes, you're all just unlucky kids who never grow up. I'll help you, as always!"

"Second brother! Why are you so good to me?"

"Nonsense, as the leader, you have to be able to take responsibility. If I don't have this kind of awareness, wouldn't I be no different from a weasel?"

Hardship can forge a resilient character, but it will never blossom into something beautiful. As for his parenting style, which he probably learned from some idiot, ugh! I wouldn't even want to waste my breath criticizing him.

Besides, we're family. I, your second brother, have nothing but considerable wealth—more than I can ever spend!

Looking at Mordred's sudden outburst, Corax felt a warmth in his heart, as if he had been slapped hard by his family. But for some reason, he always felt that his brother was not as carefree as he appeared. Instead, he had an indescribable loneliness and seemed out of place in this world.

Like a greedy monster craving everything, it hides itself with all sorts of disguises, blending into the crowd to prove that it is human.

"Second brother, are you a human or a ghost?"

"What?"

Mordred thought she had misheard, but after realizing what was happening, she lashed out with her tail, grabbing Corax's little scraggly hair and spitting at him:

"I'm half-human, half-ghost, and the best marksman. What? You want to see your own brains too, don't you!"

"Thank goodness you met me. If you had met that weasel, I feel you would have been the next Luojia."

When Mordred mentioned Luo Jia, she was reminded of the recent impeachment of her by the Terra Council, who said that her expedition was too slow and that she was obviously slacking off.

In other words, the parliament had been completely infiltrated by him, and this news had not been leaked out. Otherwise, if that weasel-like dog knew, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.

Mordred figured Luo Jia probably needed more practice, so he took out his Book of Hatred and wrote it down, planning to give her another course of Titan Training when they met again.

It's true that new talent replaces the old. After several days of covert observation, Mordred was quite satisfied with Korax, this high-quality Primarch. Such a well-behaved underling couldn't be allowed to grow wildly and end up going astray.

Taking this opportunity, Mordred decided to give Corax a good talk about the dark history of the weasels and also tell him about the inner workings of the Empire, so that he could face reality and not be bewitched by the weasels.

He put his Book of Hatred back down, rummaged in his dimensional pocket, and Mordred handed him a hardcover book.

Looking at this beautifully bound, erotic book with its imperial double eagles and pure skull imagery, Clark subconsciously read out its name:

"The Imperial Supreme Dao Scripture?"

May I come in?

"Sure, of course you can. Don't interrupt me. Open it and you'll understand what kind of person the weasel really is. Be realistic and don't overthink it."

As the Emperor's number one black man, Mordred was quite busy during the 13 years he traveled with Horus and Makara.

Through the narration of the unfortunate little yellow-skinned Makara, Mordred learned a great deal about the Emperor's dark history, the kind that would completely shatter one's worldview.

Mordred previously spread rumors that the Emperor was a Roman she-wolf, but in reality, the Emperor did indeed do so, though not as a Roman she-wolf, but as Cleopatra.

Many of the historical figures who brought disaster to their countries were actually imposters, with emperors being among the most prominent examples.

Upon hearing these dark histories, Mordred was astonished that the weasel could be so resourceful, while Horus was completely dumbfounded and began his enlightenment in the Dragon Realm.

As for what he had come to understand, Mordred dared not even think about it!
In short, in order to better fulfill his filial duty, Master Mo followed the example of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales and compiled this "Huangji Badao Jing".

To avoid being discovered later, Mordred used various myths, allegories, and local legends from Terra, and drastically modified them.

For example, the opening story, "The Yellow-Blooded Princess," tells a melodramatic love story between an emperor disguised as a princess and Erda disguised as a prince on a white horse.

Yes, in Makala's account, without exception, the emperors were all the princesses who were pinned to the ground and subjected to a violent tirade by Erda.

This was said by Makara himself, who is an avatar of the emperor. The artistic content is at least three or four stories high, and the gold content is more genuine than that of glittering gold.

Sometimes Mordred wondered how Old Man Huang had managed to survive, and whether, besides the original genetic material, he had any illegitimate children who had been left behind.

As he listened to Mordred's explanation and looked at the scripture in his hand, Corax's mindset gradually underwent subtle changes.

The golden figure that everyone talked about in his mind began to gradually distort, until finally he could no longer look directly at his father.

"Pah, despicable! In Lycaus, this kind of person would be thrown into a wastewater pool and drowned in a pig cage."

"Yeah, yeah, that's how weasels are. You never know how cunning they can be behind the scenes!"

Seeing that Corax had successfully integrated with his brothers, Mordred immediately said, "I have some good stuff here, do you want to see?"

Just as crows are powerless against shiny things when building their nests, Corax said, "Second brother, hurry up and take it out, I want to give it a good critique."

As expected, Mordred pulled out the Roman She-Wolf picture book, which had been updated to the eighty-sixth edition. When Corax opened the exquisite picture book, he was amazed.

"No wonder she was exploited so badly. It's only natural. Don't blame your mother!"

"Wait a minute, if what's in this picture book is real, then wouldn't I have two mothers?"

Yes, I'm curious too.

Mordred thought his little brother was making a fuss over nothing. Immortals are all skilled at using cool psionic abilities, and changing identities is just commonplace for them. It's perfectly normal, okay?

"Wait, who was speaking just now?"

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Mordred turned around sharply and saw the large, blond man, also wearing a bathrobe, lying next to her enjoying a massage.

Through the slightly ajar door, a figure squatting by the entrance, counting gold coins in his hand, came into view:
"Tom! You unfilial son, you betrayed me!"

"Father, why do you say that? You just said that His Majesty could come in."

Upon closer reflection, Mordred realized that she had indeed said it herself. Looking at the Emperor, who had already stood up and was stretching his arms, Mordred smiled with relief.
"Hey, Father, I'm your good son. This was forced upon me by Corax. I'm innocent. Can we make peace?"

"Are you kidding me? I'll beat both of you the same!"

(End of this chapter)