Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Having become increasingly proficient in his abilities, Aaron returned to his seat with a smug look on his face, and casually asked his father about his question:

"That butler said that after a person's heart is taken out and hung on the wall, it's still beating. Is that possible?"

Anda frowned and said:

"It might be related to physical constitution; our hearts are indeed beating when we expose them."

"Back then, to please your mother, I actually cut out my heart and presented it to her. But when I was resurrected after my death, I woke up to find that Erda had almost chopped me into mincemeat. Don't ask me what mincemeat is."

Marum added earnestly, "Sir, a normal person's heart, once severed, will not exhibit the beating behavior that people expect."

Aaron was somewhat disappointed. He was listening to his father's story with great enthusiasm when Marum came along and poured cold water on it.

According to his father, Guilliman would have this kind of personality from then on, which is why he was initially very unpopular with his brothers.

Sigh, people don't like to hear the truth.

Aaron's eyes darted around, and he pressed on, "So that means if someone isn't normal, their heart can move as soon as it's dug out!"

Upon hearing this, Adachi sat up slightly, sensing something was amiss:

"Wait, I think I've got an idea. Perhaps the rich nephew who committed the murder isn't worth our attention. What if the victim's entire body parts could really be displayed, and his heart was still beating—"

Marum then added:

“Master, that might be the Chaos Sect. There’s a cultivation method in the Chaos Sect where others inflict cruelty on you. The most extreme form of sacrifice is dismembering yourself.”

As the conversation began to veer off in directions he didn't quite understand, Aaron sighed:

"Sigh, so you mean that no matter what problem we encounter, we can just dump it on Chaos, right?"

"But I really want to see how a human heart beats after it's been cut open. Right now, I can only feel the heart beating, but I can't see its shape."

Anda started cursing: "You're not a medical anatomy student, why are you always concerned with these things? Take out that nail that Loka gave you!"

"Let me show you what it means for a heart to still beat after it's been cut out!"

Aaron immediately said, "Then forget it, I won't look at your heart."

Marum did manage a brief moment of humor:

"Perhaps you can take a look at mine; my heart is not the structure of a normal person as you understand it."

Aaron hurriedly waved his hand, like a kid who posted a morbid comment in a group chat and then got actually confronted, and refused:

"No, no, no, according to my father, I'm just at that age where I sometimes have some curious thoughts, but if you really want me to see it, then forget it."

The three family members and the donkey burst into laughter at the same time. The donkey was laughing because no one thought to cut out its heart to see how it was beating.

Meanwhile, in Athens, not far from Detrick.

In front of the Temple of Athena, there is a scenic spot that is very similar to the wishing well in Western culture. Of course, there are also wishing wells in Eastern culture, but the shapes are different. The function is similar: people throw metal coins into it to pray for the gods' blessings.

This afternoon, the sunlight shone casually on the pool. The drachmas inside weren't very valuable. Every month or so, temple servants would come to clean the pool, and when they accumulated enough, it was a small income.

Occasionally, some fish fry are thrown in, but they are quickly replaced before the fish grow up.

Only the fry make the pond water seem more sacred; the grown fish are rather ugly, giving the impression that they'd rather be served on a dinner table, thus diminishing the sacredness of the pond water.

Otherwise, why would people think that little Cupid is more suitable to be the god of love than his mother?

After all, a child's love can be pure, without any impurities, but rather a simple like or dislike.

The two men were leaning against the edge of the pool, making a secret rendezvous.

One of them was Ord, the servant of the governor's secretary who was to be ostracized the day after tomorrow. He was coming to seek the help of a special temple at the behest of his master and his master's master.

This temple, which claims to be the shadow priesthood of Athena, has long been hidden beneath the normal system of ritual.

It serves only those who have truly received Athena's blessing and have climbed to high positions to lead the people through wisdom and a little cunning (a little trickery is harmless).

The priest was dressed in the normal attire of the Temple of Athena, except for a blue sash around his waist.

“I, Thetis, am aware of your demands. Ald, what are you willing to give for your master?”

Old thought to himself, "Give up? I'm just a handyman. If the boss is gone, I'll find someone else in no time!"

He hesitated, stammering and unable to speak.

Tethys, however, didn't mind; he had already sensed the treacherous plot:

“Since you have come seeking help, it is the Lord’s will. As the priests who assisted the Lord in ascending to his high position, we only need you to offer a small sacrifice to the god of wisdom.”

Ord said quickly:

"That's not a problem. Whether it's money or sacrificial animals, we can handle it according to the standards offered to Zeus, the king of the gods!"

Teti shook his head, a look of disdain on his face:

"No, no, no, Ord, it's not these sacrifices. We need to see your wisdom, whether you are worthy of continuing to exist in this world. You must use this exile, with all your wisdom, to completely reverse the situation of Deus joining Athens!"

Ald wiped his sweat, flicked his handkerchief, and some sweat splashed onto the water's surface.

"My lord, I am just a servant and I don't know much about these things. My mind is not as wise as yours."

Tethys burst into laughter, trying to reassure Ald:

"It's alright. Being able to correctly recognize one's own mediocrity in wisdom is also a kind of wisdom. I will follow the oracle of the god of wisdom and enlighten you!"

"The wealth of the rich in Deutschland is about a third of that of Athens, and should not be underestimated. You must find a way to seize the key to this wealth and then threaten them, and you will be able to make a quick getaway. As for whether you will use tax policies, food coercion, or other economic or even military means to achieve this goal, that depends on your understanding."

Olde's face sweated even faster:

"I understand, I'll go back and inform the governor."

It's strange that if those actions were to occur, they could even cause a mutiny in Athens by Deutschland.

Is this really a ritual performed by the goddess Athena?

Chapter 137 Anda: I've Played Too Many Father-Son Matches (3K)

Soon, the two who had made the meeting parted ways.

Before the priest left, several dark gold drachmas were thrown into the wishing well, creating endless variations as they collided on the water's surface.

Before the Well of Eternity, Tzeentch was also observing the ripples on the paper, trying to glean some clues from these subtle waves.

He really couldn't figure out what Aaron was, but judging from Slaanesh's behavior, well, it refers to the scene of Aaron being with Poseidon.

Rather than Slaanesh's behavior on the seabed when he insulted Poseidon.

How could they, as the four ancient beings, be ignored by a human being who has only existed for a little over a decade?

This is quite interesting, but it's the same as when he ascended to the Demon Realm of Eribas and was noticed by Aaron and Loka.

It seemed that as soon as she entered the real world, Aaron would see her.

However, in the subspace, there is simply no way to affect the small stones that are born from the stones in this cesspool.

Despite his deepest contemplation, Jianqi still couldn't grasp the underlying principle.

After all, even the ancient saints from time immemorial, and even the Eldar Empire, could not do this with the warp. Even in the era of human civilization, the choice they made was still to build a warp network, rather than becoming so powerful that they could ignore the chaotic forces within.

Why don't we stick our heads into the Well of Eternity and see if there are any clues?

Tzeentch thought about it and then chickened out. He didn't need courage; more and more things were changing, and his power was reaching the pinnacle.

Then just wait and see how things develop, and perhaps create a few minor troubles to test the waters.

In any case, this is definitely not one of those adventure stories that seem more like a training ground for heroes.

He prepared only a real-world shock to see Aaron's reaction.

As the first of the four ancient ones to notice Aaron's existence, I am indeed much better than those guys whose minds are full of killing and lust.

Tzeentch is delighted with his transformation and is shaping himself into a mimic of Athena.

In fact, Tzeentch himself has no gender.

If Slaanesh had passed through Tzeentch's labyrinth and witnessed this joyous scene, he would most likely have forgiven Tzeentch for stealing his Blue Mood.

Since they're both blue anyway, I can wear blue too, Tzeentch!

Little did they know how many members of the Anda family were implicated in the exile of this lowly secretary to the governor, and they were busy digging cellars.

Anda finally found the perfect location for natural winemaking, as the estate already preserved the winemaking equipment.

Anda, however, preferred to brew wine in the cellar, so he ordered Marum to dig according to the data he provided.

Marum was busy, so Aaron had to help the fifth dog brush its fur, complaining:

“Father, do you really think the fruit wine brewed in the cellar will taste better than the wine we brew normally? I’m worried that it will end up full of weird, flocculent stuff.”

"Athens has its share of cases where people have drunk themselves to death because of strange brewing methods."

Anda didn't scold her son for his ignorance; the little brat wouldn't understand.

He said with a chuckle:

"Even if the detected temperature and humidity are the same, there are still differences between the surface environment and the underground environment. Just wait patiently, and I'll be the first to take a sip when the time comes."

"By the way, let's also go to the citizens' assembly the day after tomorrow where the governor's secretary is exiled by shards. I heard they'll be giving out eggs. I wonder if that counts as an attempt to bribe people to vote."

The old father was obsessed with brewing wine in the cellar, but Aaron had only ever seen the wine stored in the cellar after it was brewed.

Could it be that I'm just ignorant and haven't seen this kind of winemaking method before?

After all, Aaron thought that his father probably found it troublesome to put the wine in wooden barrels, seal them, and put them in the cellar after brewing, so he simply brewed the wine in the cellar.

Aaron thought to himself that even if he was wrong, it was because his father's inhuman state in the past was so impressive that it was normal for his son to guess wrong.

I wonder if the younger brothers guessed something wrong.

He had no choice but to go over and lend a hand, replying:

"It's best not to join the fun tomorrow. It's not like Deutschland officially joined Athens. They're just handing over the troublesome and potentially offensive things to the people of Deutschland to vote on. And these local rich people think this is a symbol of being recognized by Athens. They don't even consider why someone dares to directly target the secretary of that archon while he's still in office."

Anda chuckled as he listened to his son's rambling, pointed at his son, and said to Marum:

“You see, although he looks a bit silly, my son, hey, he’s not really silly, he can understand a lot of things.”

Marum dared not make any rash judgments about the intelligence of the Emperor's eldest son, after all, the Emperor's power was unpredictable.

You might accidentally say something that gets dragged into the conversation with your father.

He heard both contradictory statements in one day: "pass the throne to the regent" and "that big idiot Guilliman."