Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 56, "Good-for-nothings," perfectly describes us two brothers.

"My God, did you see that? He can still eat!"

"He swallowed it, he swallowed it, he swallowed that hot dog."

Exclamations erupted from the crowd, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the restaurant, or more precisely, to the two giants who were frantically eating.

The main characters in everyone's eyes are undoubtedly Lemanrus and Mordred, those two good-for-nothings.

Bowl after bowl of hunter's soup was poured into their stomachs, and piece after piece of flatbread was chewed up. Even by canine standards, this breakfast was a huge portion, but it couldn't last even a second against these two Primarchs.

The story begins when the wolf king recovered from his injuries. In Fenris, that godforsaken place, there was basically nothing to enjoy except watching wolves bare their teeth in the blizzard.

Having finally arrived in peace and quiet, Ruth was determined to have some fun. He had fought half his life, so he deserved to enjoy himself!
As true natural talents, Ruth is both cunning and savage, while Wolf King is both savage and cunning, a perfect example of someone who forgets the pain once the wound heals.

Mordred insisted that he call him "Second Brother," which made the Wolf King feel like he was being suppressed. Even if he used lightning to melt half of Mordred's body, the guy could regenerate rapidly, and in the end, he could only be dragged down to death.

To prove himself and to trick Mordred, Ruth decides to have a battle of wits, just like his three contests with the Emperor. He wants to outdo Mordred in eating capacity, and whoever loses will have to pay the bill.

Krus never expected that Mordred could eat even more than him. For every serving he ate, this bastard would eat a whole bucket, even drinking the food directly.

According to junior high school biology, after an animal is full, blood rushes to its stomach to aid digestion. At this moment, Ruth, who was full of food, couldn't help but feel dizzy. He had forgotten exactly how much he had eaten, and only remembered that all the restaurants on the street were cooking for the two of them.

One ton? Or two tons? Mordred, who is nearly four meters tall, looks only a size bigger than me, not as strong, and as thin as a chick. How can a person eat food several times their own weight?
However, Mordred was utterly inhumane in his behavior; he had already realized that Lemanrus was already full, but he was just stubbornly holding on.

"Someone come here! Quickly feed the young master some cakes, we can't let my good brother go hungry."

Two tall and burly Oglin guards walked toward the dining table. Even though they weren't very bright, they were truly obedient. When they heard their smart boss call them, they grabbed Russ and stuffed him into his mouth.

At this point, you can see that the Oglins, a specialty of Ningjing, are different. Compared to their dull-witted cousins, these two clever ones even know that eating only biscuits will cause choking, so they give the wolf king half a pot of water every two biscuits.

Ruth, suffering from insufficient blood supply to his brain, became confused. He felt that if he continued like this, he might become the first Primarch to die from overeating, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. He could only bury his face in the food bowl and mechanically open his mouth to swallow. Then he heard a dog bark.

"Hey hey hey! Here comes the chicken soup for the soul~"

A pot of delicious chicken soup, emitting a strong aroma and covered in golden fat, was placed in front of Lemanrus. In the past, the Wolf King would have been very tempted, but now he only felt nauseous.

"A dog? I must be fainting from carbon monoxide. How could there be a dog standing in front of me, wearing a ridiculous chef's hat?"

"What dog? Sir, you must be joking. As everyone knows, we in Ningjing don't have any dogs. I am a dog-man!"

“A dog-man?” Lemanrus burped, struggling to swallow the fried rice that was stuck in his throat. “That’s right. There are no wolves on Fenris, only… wait! What kind of alien are you? I could tell you weren’t human at first glance.”

Ruth, who was trying his best to get up, stumbled and before he could get angry, Mordred pushed him back down. His head was spinning and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Stop making a fuss. This is an Imperial Demi-human bestowed by Old Man Huang himself. You country bumpkin, are you going to eat it or not? If you don't, you'll lose." "Uh~ Ah, I'm not eating it anymore. So what if I lose? It's really strange. Why don't you react even after eating so much?"

Looking at Mordred, whose belly hadn't even appeared yet, Russ was quite envious. But before he could even ask, the dog-man chef from before stood in front of him with a silly grin on his face, dragging an incredibly long bill in his hand.

"Thank you for your patronage. Your total bill is 37,824 gold dogs. I'll round it down to 38,000. May I ask if you will be paying in cash or by card?"

"What? Is this food made of refined gold or radiant gold? How can it be so expensive!"

Although he had only been in Ningjing for three days and had been getting beaten up for two of those days, Rus was no fool. He knew how valuable the Dogecoins were in Ningjing. He usually used silver and bronze Dogecoins for expenses. His 30,000 gold Dogecoins were almost enough to buy half a Leman Russ car.

But when faced with the Primarch's questions, the dog-man shopkeeper maintained his憨笑 (simple and honest) expression, refusing to back down, and picked up the bill to begin explaining:
"My lord, look, you've ordered high-end dishes. Even the red wine was airlifted from Chemos. And the fruit—it's black-fleshed dragon fruit, personally cultivated by the Salamander Legion. You ate half a basket of it. That's a small business, Your Highness."

The wolf king was so angry he laughed. He had been fed cakes the whole time, but hadn't seen a drop of fruit or red wine. Mordred had eaten them all, and yet he still had the nerve to ask him to pay.

This isn't about money at all. As the commander of an army, Ruth is not short of money at all. He has never touched money in his life, but you can't take advantage of his good temper to rip off customers!
"Second brother, look at him, why don't you say something?"

"Shut up! I didn't bring any money, and the restaurant owner didn't cheat me. Are you trying to dine and dash? You've completely disgraced my father. You should write me an IOU!"

I never imagined people could be so shameless. There's no way they'd write an IOU. There's no way they'd ever write an IOU in their entire lives. Ruth made a phone call and summoned his son to quickly pay for the meal.

Back in Mordred's Titan tower, Ruth still couldn't understand why that meal was so expensive. Could it be that the Tranquil people were so poor that all they had left was money?

Taking the wine cup handed to him by the maid, the wolf king downed it in one gulp. The pink wine slid down his throat and surprisingly made him feel slightly drunk.

"I don't understand. Why is it that you, Second Brother, came back later than me, but you live a more comfortable life than me? What do I lack compared to you?"

I knew this guy would ask that question, Mordred replied while slurping up his orange juice:
"Russ, have you ever thought about this question? Why would Old Man Huang give me such great authority? All fleets that come to Ningjing are under my jurisdiction, and even expeditionary fleets have to resupply here."

"I'm telling you this not for any other reason than because I know how to make money and how to get supplies."

"Go and ask around among the empire's twenty-eight expeditionary fleets. You'll find out which one hasn't received my assistance. Even in the most remote war zones, as soon as Atlas's supply ships arrive, it's like receiving relief food."

Ruth knew this was true, but an even bigger problem arose: where did the Second Legion get so many supplies? The Mechanicus's production capacity should have already been divided up.

"That's impossible. I've studied your shipping defect rate, and it is indeed low, but these supplies couldn't have appeared out of thin air. It's completely unscientific, unless you..."

The Wolf King suddenly realized something. Combining the strange phenomena he had witnessed over the past two days, especially Atlas's superhuman command abilities, a bold conjecture formed in his mind.

"Mo Lao Er, you actually manipulated the Abomination Intelligence!"

(End of this chapter)