Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron nodded earnestly: "Understood, I will definitely convey these to Zeus!"

After the butler left, Aaron began tidying up the house. It must be said that this manor was the most luxurious of all the rooms they had ever stayed in.

After all, the previous ones at most had a small courtyard, while this manor has front and back courtyards, a garden for viewing, an open-air bath, and other facilities—everything you could need.

It's a bit smaller than those truly luxurious estates, but it's small yet complete.

Now the fifth child has a space to go for walks without leaving the house. If the fifth child wants to learn to swim, Aaron is willing to accompany him to sunbathe in the open-air bath.

The only problem is changing the water; it was originally connected to a nearby river.

However, due to the previous terrorist incident, the wealthy residents in the vicinity collectively petitioned to disconnect the river connecting the estate.

To avoid affecting the lives of other wealthy people.

Aaron calculated that he would have to make dozens of trips to fill the pool.

Ah, if only Uncle Poseidon were here. He's the god of the sea; with a wave of his hand, he could fill the pool with water.

He thought to himself that his uncle must be doing well 30,000 years from now, since there was an observatory in Tizka, which meant that the people there had the leisure to understand the natural environment.

Their basic needs for living can be met, so Xiao Ma won't let his uncle go hungry.

After Aaron finished packing his luggage and preparing their respective rooms, the old man from the family strode in with a swagger.

"This place is pretty good, Aaron. You should be this frugal when you're in charge from now on. It's just a haunted house, cheap is the key!"

Aaron stretched and walked out of the room:

"How did you know where the rented house was so early this time?"

Anda had already habitually lay down on the recliner, kicking his legs out:

"The market here isn't as lively as the one at the Aegean Port. It seems like everyone is moving to Athens. There's not much to do. I've seen a lot of the food and drinks before."

"After finally finding a place where people were gathered, I went over to join the fun and found out that they were going to exile the secretary of an Athenian archon the day after tomorrow."

“Marum said he thought he saw you just now, so we followed him over to take a look. Hmm, this place is really nice. I asked the butler about the price. Aaron, I’m so pleased. This is a remarkable achievement of your leadership!”

Aaron rolled his eyes at his father and took the things Marum had bought:

"Alright, Zeus, before the butler left, he said this place was haunted and told us to buy a lamb to offer to you or Hades. Now that I've seen Poseidon, do you know where Uncle Hades is?"

Anda straightened up, becoming alert:

"Would you rather give the lambs you bought with your precious money to my bastard sworn brothers than let your old father have a bite of roast lamb?!"

Aaron nodded somewhat seriously and said:

"Yes, I think the other uncles are at least a little more reliable than you."

"Although they may be more extreme than you in some situations, they are only limited to one aspect. They are still dutiful in other aspects. You see, when Uncle Poseidon was facing the devil, he sent the fish away and controlled the waves to prevent a tsunami from hitting the shore."

Adachi slapped his thigh:

"Marum, listen to this! This is how you should handle this situation! Your lousy book doesn't explain it!"

Marum, who was lighting the fire to prepare a meal, turned his head and said seriously:

“Sir, it’s in the book, but the name isn’t so obvious, so you probably didn’t notice it. In psychology, this is a kind of reflex phenomenon, similar to the ‘other people’s children’ reflex.”

"That is, people always feel that someone they have a certain relationship with, but not as close as their parents, is more perfect than their own relatives. This is because they can only see their strengths, and cannot see their weaknesses as they do with their family in daily life."

"That's normal. If your other friends have descendants, then those descendants will also think that you, as Zeus, are greater than Poseidon and Hades."

Hearing this, Anda finally breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed:

"That's good. I'm even starting to feel like I'm using your lousy book as a form of psychological relief now, as long as there's a theory to explain it. Otherwise, I really would think I shouldn't keep this son."

"Aaron, I'm going to buy a lamb. We're having roast whole lamb tonight."

Anda stood up, determined to do something for this family.

Aaron didn't even stop him. Anda was about to step out the door when she didn't hear her son say anything.

"Father, I'll go."

Damn it! This child used to be so well-behaved. Back in Thebes, he didn't need to say anything long; just a word like "fish" or "vegetables" was enough for Aaron to go out and get food for the day.

How awful! Is this what it means for a son to grow up and for an old father to feel lost?

Anda picked his nose, reluctantly walked out the door, and as he passed the wall that used to display human organs, he snapped his fingers.

Shatter these messy resentments.

What the hell? How can there be such filth in my own home?

Wait a minute, some strange memories of the future are awakening. Beneath the Terra Palace, there seem to be quite a few things that could be described as eerie.

They're having such wild antics in the future, and humans aren't even paying attention, busy collecting ghosts under their butts?

Adachi casually played with the purified resentment, and roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

It turns out that Mr. Demos's nephew was a rare psychic, but not an immortal.

He wouldn't have awakened in this era anyway; the mutations in his mind are just the characteristics of a large-scale human outbreak tens of thousands of years from now.

But for some reason, this nephew had a lover, and one day, after drinking at the local Dionysian festival, he went mad.

He went home, grabbed a knife, and with the help of that faint spiritual energy, used near-perfect medical techniques to remove all of his lover's organs and hang them on the outside wall.

That's the kind of wine; the medium used to make it is the problem.

It's upsetting. All I wanted to do was take my son to find his mother. He's not some immature elementary school student who keeps getting into trouble wherever he goes.

Hopefully, I won't encounter any more demons. The era of "end and death" is over! Time to enjoy being a happy otaku!

Anda had no way of knowing the origin of those wines. He casually crushed the soul power, went to the market, and casually took a sheep home with him.

Chapter 136 Tzeentch's New Identity: Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom (32K)

"Catch the thief!"

A loud shout came from behind, along with the whooshing sound of something flying towards them.

Are people in Dezhou really that fierce? They just smash things when they see someone stealing?

Anda slapped her forehead, dodging the attack, removed her veil, glanced back at him, then put it back on and walked away.

The commotion behind them had subsided.

Since we're already here, and we just mentioned wine, let's buy some fruit wine to take home.

Wine is quite common in Athenian culture, unlike in Egypt where fruit wines are scarce and beer is the dominant beverage.

Anda, who was constantly using his "stealing" skill while leading the sheep, carried a whole barrel of wine home. The boss had assured him that it was naturally fermented and pounded with wooden tools.

It wasn't some young girl stepping on it.

Along the way, I heard a lot of news that Athens was preparing to hold a festival on the day it completely took over Dedu.

People in this era, besides fighting wars and having children, spend their days thinking about whether they can set today as some special day so they can have a party and not work.

Therefore, many so-called birthdays of gods have been fabricated, and humans simply use this day to be lazy.

The immortals themselves don't even know their own birthdays.

But having a party—no, I mean, a festival—is always a good thing.

His good life can continue for hundreds of years. The next "end and death" will be around the turn of the Common Era and the year 1999-2000, the so-called King of Terror or Judgment Day or something.

It's a complete mess. Have humans been having too many happy days in the future? They're always creating trouble for themselves, even fantasizing about the end of the world.

Adachi, who had been battling wits with his future memories all along, kicked open the courtyard gate with a great reward:

“Marum, get rid of this sheep. Make sure it doesn’t die a horrible death; I’ll reserve a place for it in my future soul realm.”

Marum silently got up, and with the lamb's bewildered look, he reached out and twisted its neck to the right, then began to skillfully pluck its wool.

He was used to dealing with all sorts of difficult physiological structures when he dealt with those strange and unusual creatures in the past.

They quickly gave the lamb's life to God.

“Keep one leg of lamb. Have Aaron take it to Ryan later. I heard you say you saw two Ryans, one young and one old.”

Anda lay back on the recliner and began to ponder how he could increase his interference in his future sons' behavior.

Aaron was delighted that his father was finally showing concern for his future brothers, until Anda asked:

"I'll leave the older one alone. I want to ask about the younger one's hair. What color is it?"

He shook his head, revealing that the hair transplanted from Magnus was red after the psychic disguise was removed.

It looks rather tacky; if Ryan had black hair, then we could give the pony's hair back.

Anda looked at Aaron's bald head with particular regret. This kid must have had black hair, or at most a bit of brown from thorny bushes, which would have been perfect.

But now he's bald, which makes this alopecia areata-stricken old father feel very helpless.

Upon hearing that his father was concerned about Ryan's hair, Aaron swung the lamb leg in his hand and smashed it into his father's face.

Just then, his father bit him, and he mumbled...

"Forget it, forget it. You unfilial children, you're all a bunch of ingrates. What was the sacrifice of my hair for? Wasn't it for the great cause of protecting humanity!"

"I'm not giving you the lamb leg!"

Upon hearing this, Aaron became anxious again and began to try to pull the lamb leg out of his father's mouth.

Luckily, the lamb leg broke in two, and I managed to get a larger part of it, which I could still give to Ryan.

There's no time to lose; we'd better go now, lest that old guy pull some trick again.

Provoked, Aaron immediately grabbed the lamb leg and rushed toward the wall where the human figure had been. He collapsed to the ground before the impact, and the lamb leg in his arms disappeared.

A few seconds later, I woke up satisfied.

Caliban Forest, camp.

Little Ryan, who was using Adam as a pillow, only saw his brother suddenly appear, drop a roasted lamb leg, and then disappear again.

Never mind, let's eat!

I haven't seen that white-haired old man much lately. The old man stares blankly at his stunted growth, as if he wants to find out something.

That old man is too dangerous; I can't let him examine my body and teeth!