Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"The bull's head was sent to the temple as a sacrifice, and no one wanted the rest of the body. There's too little meat to eat. If you're willing to buy it, I'll skin it for you."

Aaron remained silent, only pulling out money.

The technology is great! I need to learn it! He discovered that he learns things very quickly; he can understand the general idea after just one look.

The master craftsman was still very enthusiastic about this seemingly foolish and rich young man, quickly finished the previous work, and took out the calf's carcass.

She began by enthusiastically explaining to Aaron what preparations were needed before peeling the skin, which areas were inevitably damaged and needed to be handled with care.

Which areas can be subjected to force freely?

With the master craftsman's enthusiastic demonstration, a whole cowhide was peeled off.

Aaron was very satisfied. His master was demonstrating very carefully and didn't seem afraid that the young man would learn to feed himself in one go.

After all, where in this world can you find a genius who can learn something from just one glance?

Aaron finished packing up all the hides he had bought that day, then said goodbye to his master and asked him to take the remaining unused meat and bones to his home.

Today at noon, I can have my father make some beef and bone soup.

Since the bull's head has already been sent to the temple, feeding him the rest of his body will at least finish what he started.

Before leaving, the master felt he couldn't take advantage of the fool, so he specially gave Aaron the skinning tools he had used when he was an apprentice.

Aaron was carrying a large shoulder bag and a small tool bag strapped to his shoulder.

If he tied a few towels around his waist, he would look like a barber.

After all, he really did have no hair on his head, which was shiny.

Aaron had made a discovery. He casually pulled a small knife from his tool bag and tentatively brandished it in the air, imagining that he was processing a rabbit's skin.

Because there were so many rabbits that had been twisted to the right by Marum's neck, and rabbit meat itself wasn't very tasty.

Aaron thought it might be because the skin hadn't been removed, and because he had eaten so many rabbits, he knew their anatomy best.

We walked along like this and arrived at the library without any problems.

There really aren't many people here.

The books in the collection were too heavy, and they were all philosophical speculations that seemed boring, or myths that I had heard many times before.

In addition, there are not many people in the human population who are willing to learn, to the point that Aaron felt that the temple's joint governor had turned this abandoned warehouse into a library.

What exactly were the considerations behind this?

Do you simply think that the people of Athens would rather forgo entertainment and read these boring books here?

And what about Hayes' intelligence? In this place with so few people, is it really possible to hear so-called intelligence?

No wonder it's ranked first; it seems the places below are more important.

Aaron thought to himself, "But since I'm already here, I'd be happy to learn something even if others don't."

Since his father didn't actively teach him anything he knew, Aaron had to learn it himself so he could teach his younger brothers later.

Although the younger brothers are all intelligent and capable, they may not necessarily know about the past of Athens.

Aaron contentedly carried out one book of every type from the cabinet, intending to read some books first thing in the morning.

The things that can be called books in this era are indeed vast.

The largest book was even more than half a person's height, and Aaron found it difficult to carry.

When I put it on the table, my palms felt a little numb.

The dust on it had accumulated a lot and had to be wiped clean manually.

Aaron, who was used to doing housework, couldn't stand the mess. Was he here to be a spy or a volunteer?

Meanwhile, in the basement of this humble library.

Aldous is about to present his companions with the most spectacular display of skill, a skill blessed by the god of wisdom himself!

His companions all knew that he had just been an unknown theatrical actor and had no skill in skinning, especially on a material as thin as human skin.

In this way, it would make it seem as if one had witnessed a miracle!

After a set of highly professional procedures that would have impressed even Hannibal, who was not from Rome, Aldous drew his thin-handled dagger and prepared to make an incision at the junction of his forehead and spine.

After all, one must maintain a complete facial appearance from the front, so that no one can see anything amiss.

Then, the instant the blade pierced the back of his head, Aldous suddenly felt a terrible disturbance in his brain.

It was as if the skinning skills that the gods had given him had completely vanished without a trace.

The peel he's peeled the most in his life is a banana peel—

The dullness of losing his original skills left Aldous unable to react for a long time, while his companions who were patiently waiting around him wondered if this fool had called them over just to tease them.

It's already risky enough to capture an Athenian citizen; if we fail to kill him today and the news leaks out, we don't know how much we'll have to bribe officials to weather the storm.

"Aldes, what are you hesitating for! Didn't you want to show us the skills bestowed upon you by the god of wisdom?"

“The anesthetic won’t last that long. You’ve already caused him a wound, and it will soon wake the blacksmith up. It won’t be easy to subdue this guy again.”

"Either you stab him in the back of the head and kill him, then we'll dispose of the body. In any case, we can't let this get out."

Urged on by his companions, another person descended the upper steps:

"Aldous, a bald young man is reading in the library upstairs. Damn it, do people actually come to the library these days? When we first established this base, we went to great lengths to choose a remote and deserted location."

The people with innate wisdom clearly don't have much patience, and Aldous may have gathered them together specifically to play a trick on them.

Then they really have to take Aldous’s head off and open it up to see what kind of mess of wisdom is inside.

"No, this shouldn't be happening—"

“I should remember! I even wrote down notes, and you've all seen those notes!”

Aldous released his grip, his body dazed as he staggered backward, repeating the steps he had written down:

"Use a three-point force to make a diagonal cut at the back of the spine, and then separate the scapular muscle frenulum. This will allow you to easily peel off the skin on both sides of the shoulder and relieve pressure."

"Then extend from the shoulders to the armpits, paying attention to the rib area, to avoid tearing the skin on the back and front."

He muttered to himself, remembering every step, but he just didn't know how to do it with his own hands!

It was as if something had destroyed the knowledge in his mind.

In 21st-century terms, it's like Tzeentch installed an application in his brain that hadn't yet activated its flesh-corruption function.

After Aaron arrived, he automatically detected and eliminated any "viruses" that he could identify.

As for the parts that have already caused pollution and become a reality, there's nothing that can be done; he couldn't possibly kill them all anyway.

Therefore, at this moment, in Aldous's mind, the entire application had its runtime libraries uninstalled, leaving only the surface UI interface.

It's equivalent to having to re-download the supported resource files; otherwise, you can only stare blankly at the so-called prompts on the UI front end.

Meanwhile, Aaron, the "culprit," was giving his opinion as he quickly scanned the library's collection:

"It's too difficult to find anything of value or edible in a pile of food that I don't know what to say about."

Because he loves eating and drinking, Aaron's thought process is immediately described in terms of food.

The logic is correct, but just like rice, it needs side dishes!

After you finish explaining your principles, you need to consider that the audience who want to learn these principles are ordinary people, so you need to come up with some dramatic and sensational stories to attract them.

Otherwise, why would myths be filled with all sorts of ethical dilemmas and betrayals?

Alas, Aaron was furious at their lack of ambition; no wonder these books have been left to gather dust in this place.

He cleaned all the covers, put them back in their original places, and was about to leave.

Only then did I notice an unusual cabinet in the corner of the first floor, blocking what should have been a window.

This layout is practically telling everyone that there's a problem here.

Just then, the sound of footsteps stepping on the stairs came from below—thump! thump!

Chapter 172 Tzeentch: Will killing Aaron allow the Black King to rise again? (32K)

Then Aaron realized the danger: the windows and doors on the first floor leading to the outside were being closed, and the few people who were originally in the library were being shut down.

Their faces were covered by hoods, making them appear as servants of the evil forces in the story.

After the passageway was closed, the room became even darker, making it feel more eerie.

So that's how stereotypes come about.

Aaron still had time to think about this; he was indeed not worried about safety.

Because Marum was guarding nearby at that moment.

He couldn't help but feel a little excited. Could it be that his first time acting as a spy had revealed something strange that made these intelligent people notice him?

How did you find me?!

Aaron asked nervously, then watched as the people closed the door and ignored him, going to the strange cabinet and moving it aside.

The scene inside is revealed: a staircase leading to the basement.

From inside came some panicked explanations:

“Find someone else, kill this person. I… I know those skills! You've seen my notes, let's find someone smaller and weaker to test them on!”

Aldous cried out, unwilling to believe he had lost the blessing.

With a fierce determination, he rushed forward and smashed the knife into the back of the blacksmith's head, leaving only the hilt exposed.

And so, this guy really died.

The blacksmith is very large; if he's not suitable, then find a young man.

His companion popped his head out from the stairs and shouted:

"Aldous, we'll give you one more chance. A reckless fellow just happened to show up today, a bald young man, which will make it easier for you to skin him alive."

Aldous didn't have time to panic; he wanted to test his strength quickly. He ran erratically up the stairs and rushed to the first floor.

I met Aaron.

"It's him, he's good-looking."