Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It seems that public officials in this era had a comfortable job. In the later Terra, public officials didn't even need rest time and were always at their posts.

Captain Gert, who brought them here yesterday, was adhering to the principle of "better to avoid trouble" and was preparing to release the three criminals suspected of being Roman spies.

He muttered to himself, and after a night of thought, decided not to heed Ainoa's advice.

"At least go to those big cities to stir up trouble. My governors are busy catching crocodiles, skinning them, and offering them to the Pharaoh. Where are we supposed to fight?"

After Gert finished muttering to himself, he opened the door and then spoke loudly:

“Listen up, you lot, get out of here right now. Leave that donkey behind as a fine.”

"Be grateful for my kindness, Lord Gert, otherwise you would have had your throats slit last night."

Marum was told to calm down and ignore it.

Anda and his son Aaron stood there, stunned, unsure of what to do next.

They were prepared to use this incident to make contact with people who could potentially start a war, but this guy turned around and offered to release them instead.

It's really interesting. If all of humanity were this cautious in the future, I wonder how many unnecessary wars could be avoided.

Aaron leaned close to his father and whispered:

"What do we do now? They want to kick us out. This isn't what we expected. They should have arranged for someone to interrogate us, framed us as war spies, and then revealed more clues."

Anda said with a dark face, "Shut up, let me think about it."

“I’ve got it! Now you lie down on the ground, roll around, and say that the donkey watched you grow up. You want to take the donkey with you.”

Aaron tugged at his father's sleeve: "Listen to what you're saying! Why don't you just lie down on the ground and say that you raised that donkey from a puppy?"

Adachi said seriously:

“Because I didn’t raise that donkey from a cub, but I did watch you grow up. You are my son, how can you compare yourself to a donkey!”

Gert couldn't understand what these people were saying. Sigh, they probably really were Roman spies.

But what abilities does a mere city defense captain like myself have?

It's better to not see it and keep your mind at peace.

He urged:

"Let's go, we didn't prepare any food."

He didn't dare let anyone rush in and use force, after all, he still vividly remembered the scene yesterday where many people fell to the ground during the attempt to arrest them.

It's hot here, and you don't wear many clothes. If you slip and fall and scrape your skin, and don't pay attention, you could be cursed by Sekhmet (the god of war and plague), and die from festering skin. That would be a huge loss.

As Aaron hesitated, he was about to swallow his pride, lie down on the ground, and begin to recount his feelings for the donkey.

The city defense captain, realizing he wouldn't get any benefit, would eventually become enraged and keep them imprisoned.

Fortunately, things took a strange turn the next moment.

Before he could even lie down, a commotion broke out outside.

"Captain Gert, Captain Gert!"

"Priest 'Viper' Dalette has arrived in Lasvet. Lord Dalette heard that you have captured several Roman spies and is about to interrogate them!"

Several guards rushed in, their faces beaming with joy.

For an ordinary guard, to have the honor of seeing the priests who walk among the people under the Pharaoh is an immense privilege.

The pharaoh was a god on earth, while the priests were the mediums who could communicate with the gods in heaven.

If they have met the priest, the gods will know of their existence when they communicate with the priest!

What an honorable thing this is!

If Aaron knew what they were thinking, he would surely think that when their mother was a priestess, she couldn't remember the names of those who devoutly worshipped her.

Aaron couldn't stop complaining:

"Looks like we don't need to throw a tantrum. Phew, Father, next time you do something so embarrassing."

Anda turned to look at Marum: "He can come. After all, he swore an oath to give me everything."

Marum was taken aback. Wait, he had been standing there silently like a statue, so why was he being talked about again?

"I...I...if the master needs it, I—"

Anda grew furious: "You, son of Guilliman, are you hesitating! Are you going to break your oath?!"

Marum bowed his head in fear: "Absolutely not! I am ready to give my life for you!"

Aaron muttered under his breath:

"Why are you scaring him? No wonder Guilliman agreed with me in my dream last night, saying that you really are a bastard."

Marum suddenly looked up. "No, what are you talking about!"

Anda clenched his fists, and a strong gust of air blew out of his nostrils.

"Okay, okay -"

Before he could even get angry, he was interrupted by Gert's complaints:

"Enough! You spies, now look what's happened. The priest has specifically asked to see you, and you've lost your chance to live."

Gert waved his hand dismissively and gave the order:

"Take the prisoners to see the high priest, I will follow shortly."

This is troublesome. When did the priest arrive? There's been absolutely no word from Lasvet City.

We mustn't let that foolish city lord get any information that could be used against us; the Pharaoh's tomb is still short of a few funerary objects.

Sigh, throughout history, those at the grassroots level have always been afraid of their superiors suddenly appearing in their work area without warning, which can be terrifying.

The three of them obediently went out, and someone even brought them food and tidied their faces, especially the old man Anda's disheveled hair and messy beard.

Damn it, what was that waiter doing touching my father's face while shaving!

Sigh, I have to say, my father doesn't seem so ugly after shaving.

Aaron quickly banished this unnecessary thought from his mind.

“When you have an audience with a priest, you must maintain proper decorum, even if you are a criminal. After all, the gods observe the creatures of the earth through the eyes of the priests, and you must not defile the eyes of the gods.”

After the waiter finished tidying up the face with great seriousness, he casually touched Anda's face again.

"Ahem, I've heard that you Romans are licentious and dissolute. I hope your sins will not anger the gods."

Aaron gritted his teeth. Could it be that old man's strange charm, which others find odd, has resurfaced?

The three were guided to wash their bodies, thankfully no one else came to scrub them.

Otherwise, he was truly afraid that those absurd stories circulating in Rome would come to life, with his own father as the protagonist.

After everything was cleaned up, they walked through the building and came to a temporary but exceptionally ornate tent.

Lifting the soft fabric, he appeared before the priest of the Pharaoh, "Viper" Dalette.

A middle-aged, thin man who was also bald and had snake scale tattoos on his face.

“The Romans,” Dalette said slowly, sitting up from the bed with his eyes closed, savoring the aroma of the spices before him.

"Spies and spies need to be skinned alive and offered to the god Ma'at."

Dalette then opened her eyes, and almost the instant she saw Anda, her tone softened:

"But there is also a chance for redemption. Are you willing to become my slave?"

Dalette, in a flamboyant manner, stretched out her hand and pointed at Anda.

Chapter 21 My father is not a slave, unless the price is beautiful.

Sure enough, my father's unique charm appeared again!

Moreover, this time there are no gender restrictions!

Aaron couldn't help but gasp, but thankfully he covered his mouth in time and didn't make a sound.

With Dalette's tone completely different from that of an ordinary man, her upper eyelids painted black as she blinked rapidly, and her tongue practically reaching out to lick Anda's body.

Aaron was vaguely excited, not because he had any strange fetishes, but because he felt that his previous guesses had finally been confirmed.

But how do you save your father from this perverted bald priest?

He moved closer to his father and asked in a low voice:

"Can you control your abilities freely?"

He was terrified that it wasn't just the priest in front of him who was being deceived, but also that it was his father's wishful thinking.

The father deliberately wanted to do something exciting, and his abilities were freely controllable and unleashed.

If that were true, Aaron felt ashamed to face his mother and believed that his mother leaving his father was the right decision.

Anda looked at her son with an idiotic expression, and felt heartbroken about the low intelligence and emotional intelligence of her future sons:

"Fool, if I could control this ability, would I have fallen to the point of almost begging for food?"

"Why don't I just ask who the devil is who started the war?"

Dalette gracefully turned her finger and touched it to her lips:

"Don't speak those northern languages, spies. There were already signs of trouble last year. Rome, the nation founded by the children of the she-wolf, is poised to tear off enough bloody prey."

"It seems their spy training is inadequate, as annoying as sparrows chirping incessantly. I'll give you a chance: convert to my country and become my slaves. Otherwise, gut them and offer them to Sekhmet."

The priest's guards stepped forward, wielding specially made skinning curved swords, refined versions of the selka knives issued to normal soldiers, which would not damage the integrity of the human skin in the chest and abdomen.

“Sekhmet, this is the third time I’ve heard this name. What is it? Is it your god?”

Aaron switched back to the language of Thebes, which, strictly speaking, was part of Upper Egypt.

He planned to stall for time; his father had told him to try to lure the war demon out or obtain information.

Knowing someone's background makes it easier to instigate war and provoke conflict.

If things go smoothly, they should be able to uncover the intelligence.

Instead of sacrificing Anda to lie on this bald priest's bed and then whispering questions in his ear.