Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

When I see my brother again next time, I want Aaron to send me to the future so I can beat up the future Guilliman!

He stopped beating him now, because he knew his father was watching all his sons closely, keeping a close eye on the progress of the Great Expedition.

He wouldn't resort to underhanded tactics in this regard; Peturabo is an upright and honorable man!

When news spread that the two Primarchs, Dorne and Perturabo, were "imprisoned" in a dark room on the Radiance of Macragge, Guilliman was already regarded as an extremely terrifying and ambitious schemer.

It remains unclear whether he was truly the emperor's loyal hound, or his most useful tool.

They were still using this method to declare to the Emperor that the Ultramarines could quickly clear the defenses of the solar system and also easily imprison the Primarchs.

Old man, you need to think carefully about how to treat the Ultra Warriors in the future. It would be best if you stepped down now!

Never mind, I can't figure it out. With the last brick laid by Xiao Pei, water and electricity were restored.

The cage he had personally built was finally opened, the steel mechanism emitting a terrifying roar as it slowly widened its gaps.

On the other end, Guilliman, bathed in light but with his face obscured by the backlight, was watching his two brothers in the darkness.

ka ka ka-

Peturabo crushed the excess tiles in his hand, turning them almost into powder.

“Guilliman,” he growled in a low voice, “I will do better than you.”

"If I had been guarding the solar system before, you wouldn't have been able to get past Jupiter at all."

"If I were to attack the solar system, it wouldn't take 170 hours, 100 hours would be enough!"

Guilliman glanced at Dorn, frowning. Dorn's expression was the least changeable, so there was no need to worry about saying the wrong thing to him.

“Dorn, Peturabo is whispering something? It sounds like their native language.”

Dorn's expression was touched, and he tried to remain calm:

"Nothing much, probably just a prayer after the building is completed. By the way, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter. Dorn, hand in hand with Guilliman, walked out and stood under the lights.

This only made Xiao Pei, who was hiding in the corner and almost going crazy, seem even more sinister.

Guilliman paused, then suddenly said:

“We have to go out with Peturabo.”

He strode inside, into the darkness, helped Peturabo up, warmly took his arm, and pulled him outside.

Then he walked to the middle, one brother on each side of his arms, showing his best smile, and headed towards the plaza on the ship.

The company commanders of Diquan and Tieyong were also there.

Guilliman, however, felt something was slightly off, especially when the three Primarchs were together, particularly since one of them was himself—

I have a feeling that something terrible is going to happen.

Never mind, let's eat first!

"My brothers, I have prepared a sumptuous feast for you. Let all our conflicts and disagreements vanish at this banquet!"

Guilliman enthusiastically raised their arms, showing all the Space Marines the bond between their brothers.

Even Xiao Pei had to force a smile.

If he wants to be better than Guilliman, he has to adapt to public settings.

In addition, "Since things have come to this, let's eat first" seems to be their family motto; they'll talk about it after they finish eating today.

Surely Guilliman, that ambitious and ruthless fellow, couldn't just smash a glass at the banquet.

It's just a pity that my brother couldn't have dinner with them today.

No, Guilliman hadn't met his brother yet at this point!

That would be a good thing! If his personal charm really couldn't compare to Guilliman's, and his brother focused more attention on Guilliman earlier, then even if he had more sisters, he wouldn't be able to win him back!

Feasts between Primarchs are examples that would be included in the Imperial annals.

During the Great Expedition, many propaganda personnel were allowed to accompany the army.

In Shadowmoon Wolf, Loken had hosted several reporters.

Therefore, before long, the image of the three Primarchs raising their glasses in celebration was transmitted back to Terra and to the Emperor's Table.

“Something feels off. It seems that after bringing Loga back, we need to spread out the Ultramarines more. Whatever legion he requests to cooperate with, we should assign the Ultramarines to it.”

At the same time that a bizarre photo of the three Primarchs raising their glasses was published in the newspaper and learned of by other Primarchs who were progressing through the Great Crusade, in Athens in the sixth century BC.

The next morning, the old father appeared at the door, fully clothed, with no signs of abrasion on his hair or skin, and completely unharmed.

Although he didn't have dark circles under his eyes, he looked very tired. When he got back, he didn't even bother to go into his room and went to sleep in Lao Wu's donkey shed.

What did that old man do secretly last night?

Aaron had no choice but to ask Marum to come over and carry his elderly father into the room so he could lie down.

"I'm going to work now. My goal for today is to see if there's anywhere near Athens where I can gather information!"

Aaron took his first job very seriously after saying goodbye to Marum and the fifth brother.

He went to Hayes' tavern to receive the quest.

The tavern owner, always full of energy, drew him a simple map, pointing to the locations of several temples and stages, and said:

"Aaron, you don't need to come back with any news today. Just find out where these places are and how to get there."

"By the way, try not to take out the map to look at it in public. Although Athens doesn't really care about this, if it's too obvious, it will still be reported to the guards."

Aaron, still rather cautious, looked at the rather rudimentary map and pressed for more information:

"If an emergency occurs and I need to escape, are there any escape routes that our predecessors have already discovered?"

He wasn't worried about the worst outcome, that is, getting caught.

Marum said that after taking care of the good-for-nothing at home, he would watch over him from a distance.

There's no need to worry about safety.

But Aaron longed to experience the thrill of being chased by people and dodging through the streets and alleys when he was a spy.

Each time, shake off some enemies, then use whatever you can find around you to disguise yourself.

How exciting! Especially after changing his clothes, he even went back to walk past those guards.

Aaron thought to himself, since he's bald anyway, he can get a few wigs of different styles and colors and prepare a few different outfits.

Who could possibly catch him now! He's a born spy!

Hayes was completely bewildered. He carefully pulled Aaron to the back of the kitchen, looked around, and then said:

"Intelligence work isn't that difficult. You just happened to be in the right place, overheard what they were saying, and brought it back to me."

“Those scenes of fighting and being chased all over the city haven’t happened in a long time. Our conflict is between believers, not a national war, Aaron. You need to curb your overactive imagination!”

"Alright, now to satisfy your tension, sneak out the back door quietly, don't talk loudly, and don't make a fuss."

Hayes pulled out a heavy bag of drachma from his pocket and placed it in his hand.

Then, with a serious expression, he saw Aaron off, feeling quite helpless.

Young people tend to take work too seriously from the start. In reality, work is a very boring thing. I hope Aaron won't lose interest in this job too soon.

At this moment, Aaron was at the basement of a library converted from an abandoned granary, the first place he wanted to explore.

Aldous was beginning to experiment with skinning techniques when they captured the fool who had been converted from blacksmith to soldier.

This place is remote enough that even though it's called a library, it's full of books on parchment and papyrus, and nobody reads them. Nobody will bother me, haha!

I wonder if a person will wake up from dizziness when their skin is peeled off?

Aldous doesn't care whether the target feels pain or even finds it stimulating.

He simply observed everything he had never done with curiosity; that is the pursuit of knowledge!

Those idiots and perverts who engage in torture and murder are not the same kind of people as them.

Chapter 171 Aaron, the Guardian of Subspace Security (32K)

The technique of skinning is clearly quite mature.

After all, many butcher shops are skilled at processing animal hides, even those of more dangerous animals like crocodiles and snakes.

People want to adorn themselves with accessories, so the things they carry are naturally made of precious metals, and the bags they carry must be made of precious leather to show that they are of high status.

On his way to the first library, Aaron saw many leather decorations for sale.

He was thinking, why not buy a leather bag for the old things in the house?

Hunters and craftsmen would carry a satchel while working. People in this era were already quite close to the feudal era in terms of their living and craftsmanship, and were not as primitive and simple as people imagine.

The design of the bag is also closer to that of a shoulder bag, making it suitable for elderly fathers who can't catch fish and can switch careers to sell bait to anglers.

He opened the bag, grinned, and whispered:

"Friend, how about some top-quality bait?"

After Aaron started working, he couldn't help but think about what kind of work his elderly father could do, and even began to arrange the form of his work.

You don't know the cost of living until you're in charge of the household. Anyway, my father doesn't want to rely on his looks to please others, so I still need to cultivate his awareness of going to work.

Anda is skilled in all kinds of crafts, but he lacks the mindset of working to support himself. If she can only accompany him for six hundred years, then what about the future, tens of thousands of years later, during the interval when her younger brother is born?

Wouldn't he starve to death?

Besides, if our elderly father can go back to work to support the family, then when we bring our younger brothers back, they'll have a way to make a living.

We can't let this old man just enjoy the good life and wait until his sons are grown up and can support themselves before bringing them back.

Aaron picked out a few cowhides and a crocodile skin; the money Hayes gave him was quite substantial.

As Aaron watched the craftsman skillfully pull out a few small knives and begin cutting and sewing the leather according to Aaron's description, Aaron obediently squatted to the side, carefully watching the entire process.

This is a skill, but unfortunately I've left Egypt and can't find as many crocodiles anymore.

"By the way, Master, is there a process for removing the skin that I can see? Right now, we're just processing the skin that has already been peeled off, and I've almost learned how to do it."

The craftsman scoffed, "You young people are so confident. I honed this skill for over a decade before I became a master. If you want to see the skinning process, you'll have to pay extra. I happen to have a calf carcass here, freshly slaughtered yesterday."