Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"By Zeus, I am simply wondering, once this script is completed, which theater company will you be looking for to perform it?"

"No one could portray such a monster."

“I see that there are still two weeks before the start of the sports meet. In this time, we need to find people to rehearse, make props, and even set up the stage backdrop. The time is too tight.”

As an author, Mébion is also quite concerned about how his works will be interpreted. If the overall quality is too poor, no matter how good the story is, the audience will not be able to stand it and will leave, or even boo.

At that point, he'll have to consider changing his name to re-enter the screenwriting industry.

Anda just sneered, "You don't need to worry about this problem. Get lost and don't even think about mooching a meal from our house tonight."

Mépion had no choice but to bow and say goodbye. When he left the small courtyard, his eyes were still glazed over, and he could hardly believe what he had experienced that day.

Not long after, Aaron returned home after taking Angron for a walk outside.

Anda glanced at Aaron's empty hands with some disappointment, thinking that tonight they could only eat the leftovers from lunch and the only ingredients they had at home.

He wants to try something new every day!

“Father, Uncle, what results did you come up with this afternoon? I asked Hayes’s people to help confirm the intelligence in the brain, and we did find two guys who showed their faces. However, they can’t remember anything that happened recently, and they can’t see anything wrong with them.”

As Aaron spoke, he took Angron out of the stroller. It was only the second day, but Angron's size had already reached the stroller's design limit.

That is, Anda stretched the seat a bit bigger yesterday, so it still looks like there's some room to spare.

"Marum gave him a bath, then put him to bed!"

Aaron called out, and the butler dutifully carried out the order. Anglon didn't forget to add, "Hello, Uncle!"

He noticed that Marum's body would tremble noticeably every time he pronounced the word.

It was as if I had mastered some mysterious switch.

Little Angron might not realize that there was anything evil about this thought; he only knew that it was very interesting.

Once freed, Aaron sat down at the table, saw the script written on papyrus, and began to read it carefully.

A moment later, a sinister smile, just like his father's and uncle's, involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"Did you two write this? I'm not a child anymore. You can ask me to help you write these things in the future."

Aaron neatly stacked the scripts in his hands and then asked:

"Is this how we're supposed to fight the demons? They're a skin show, acting in human skin, and they look so convincing."

"How are we going to perform this? If we start rehearsing now, it's definitely too late."

Aaron had also worked in a theater troupe in Thebes. Although he wasn't a formal member, he was very familiar with the process of introducing a new script.

Rehearsals are not just about actors going up there and knowing where to stand and what lines to say.

The stage setup and the use of props are also a science.

How can we use props that the audience knows are fake to achieve the best possible environmental rendering and seamless scene transitions between different acts, without any mishaps, as required by the script?

These are things that a mature theater troupe needs to hone for several months to achieve.

Anda frowned as he listened to his son's explanation, then shrugged.

"I don't care, I didn't consider this issue. Since you brought it up, you should find a solution, otherwise you shouldn't have pointed it out."

Aaron was somewhat angry at this attitude of giving up, and couldn't help but start thinking about how to solve the problem.

unless--

Unless the actor's performance is so superb that it overshadows the baseness of all the props and sets, he alone can attract the attention of all the viewers.

Aaron's face suddenly lit up with joy as he thought of this:

“I’ve got it, Father, Uncle! If you two play the roles in this story, we can attract people without any set props!”

If we let his elderly father go out and show his face, wouldn't all the problems be solved?

Chapter 193 Ryan and Luther (32K)

This is indeed a solution. Just put your father's face on the screen, and everyone will have to stop and see what's going on.

Anda, however, didn't take it to heart; in fact, one could say he was actively hoping Aaron would bring it up.

In this way, one can satisfy some desires that are publicly displayed in front of the world.

After all, in normal life, we have to be wary of the people around us. With the setting of a theatrical stage, at least it can delay people for a while.

This idea is also known as: pushing yourself closer to the point of collapse when you're courting disaster.

For thousands of years, it has been difficult to live a normal life without finding some enjoyment for oneself.

Apollo keenly noticed the change in Neos's expression and spoke first, before Neos could:

“Let your father play the monster, and I’ll play Poseidon.”

He worried that given Neos's personality, he would insist on making him play the monster lover, which would be too embarrassing.

To everyone's surprise, Neos didn't refute these words, but instead nodded in agreement:

"That's fine too. Just consider it as a way to prevent the people of Athens from becoming a bunch of skinning monsters, or for the Greek civilization to perish in this era. It's no big deal for me to pay a price."

“But on the condition,” Anda looked at his son, “Aaron, you have to respect me enough. I am, after all, your father, and I have saved countless lives. At least make sure I have food to eat every day and don’t let me go hungry.”

Aaron sighed helplessly and nodded, saying:

"I know, haven't you realized that I've been supporting you in this family for a long time now?"

Anda suddenly felt a little awkward and rubbed his hands together.

“It’s not that I’m worried you’ll just leave after you grow up. At least stay home and spend more time with me. We’ll talk about it again when Anglon grows up.”

He reached out and patted, and Angron, who was being bathed in a wooden tub by Marum in the distance, responded:

"Dad! Daddy!"

Aaron's eyes narrowed, and he said seriously:

“Father, I hope you have the same fatherly love for Angron, and not pretend to be this way because of me.”

"You can see absolutely no emotion in his eyes!"

Apollo fanned the flames: "That's right, Aaron, the only one who can accept you and Angron is me. After all, there's a terrifying creature inside that body."

Anda grabbed a stool and jumped up, creating a whole ritualistic scene of water and land, smashing the stool and fists down, causing Apollo to run away in terror, howling in pain.

"Is this your son? You're lying!"

Only after Apollo, bruised and battered, was thrown back into the fifth son's shed by Anda did the family begin to rest.

Angron was taken away by Anda. Aaron asked Marum to keep an eye on things so that the old man wouldn't suffocate his son in the middle of the night.

Even at the very least, you can't shove his foot in Angron's face!

After a long day, Aaron was finally able to rest and collapsed onto the bed.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a soft blanket covering the bed, and the warm firelight shone on him.

The bed legs are a bit low, seemingly to make it easier for something to climb up.

Looking around, Aaron was in a wooden room. The walls were no longer made of the original branches, but of neatly cut wooden planks with a carbonized anti-corrosion treatment.

Adam, who was nearly an adult, strode over, making rhythmic thumping sounds.

The lion's forelimbs have been replaced with power arms, but the lion itself has a somewhat decadent and goofy look, with a hint of cowardice in its eyes.

Adam keenly recognized Aaron's scent; this was his room, only the bed had already been taken by Aaron.

"Woo-"

Adam was nothing like a lion; he was more like the old donkey in the house. He managed to squeeze out some whimpers from his throat, and without fighting or grabbing, he lay down in front of the stove.

"Adam, Adam? Why do you look so lifeless? You've even got a new iron arm."

Aaron got out of bed and went over, scratching Adam's back and rubbing the lion.

Throughout history, countless people have been able to pet cats, but those who can pet lions are probably few and far between.

Adam stuck out his tongue and licked Aaron's hand in response, then grimaced and gagged a few times.

There's absolutely no way Ryan wouldn't take good care of Adam; it's not that the food wasn't to his liking.

Aaron thought to himself, looking at Adam's plump and strong appearance, he didn't seem to be starving.

Before long, excited growls came from outside, and Ryan, a boy who was now about the same height as Aaron, jumped in, dressed in decent clothes.

His movements don't quite resemble those of someone raised in a civilized society.

"Brother, brother!"

Ryan lunged forward and landed in Aaron's arms, causing Adam, who was at the bottom, to grumble in dissatisfaction.

"Haha, next time I won't let you hunt outside things. We'll just eat what's safe to eat."

Ryan smiled and touched the lion's head, then excitedly grabbed Aaron's hand and shook it:

"Brother, you've finally come to see me! That white-haired old man taught me to read and write, and even said he was me from the future."

"He's too old. How can I possibly look like that in the future?"

"Let's not talk about him anymore. Look, brother, I've renovated the entire accommodation area and built five extra houses. If the other brothers come over in the future, they'll have a place to stay!"

Ryan spoke quickly about what he considered to be important information. Now almost an adult, he was physically strong, with blond hair that radiated intense passion.

If it were placed in Athens, it would definitely be a highly sought-after object.

Aaron couldn't help but think, then quickly shook his head. How could he think like that? Could it be that the Athenian ideas had corrupted him?

“Ryan, you’ve grown so much. I thought I’d see two white-bearded Ryans next time.”

Aaron burst into laughter and hugged his younger brother.

"By the way, what's wrong with Adam? Why is he so unhappy?"

Ryan, fearing his brother might have misunderstood something, quickly explained:

"I didn't starve Adam. Even the upgrade of its mechanical arm was something I got from that white-bearded guy."

"It's because it ate the wrong thing recently. Brother, you should remember that this forest is dangerous. It's just that after you came here and set up this camp, everything in the surrounding area seems normal."

“But in the outer areas, the terrible pollution still exists. Adam went to chase a prey, and the prey's carcass crossed the line. I tried letting Adam bite into that stuff, and he vomited for a whole day. Since we came back, Adam hasn't been eating or drinking, so he looks so listless.”