Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, people do not yet know the details of the troupe's organization, which makes it seem mysterious.

Many Athenian residents, eager for a good spectacle, even spontaneously organized a ritual to worship the sea god.

Anyway, Athena didn't say she minded, right?

As Hayes looked at the flourishing sea god worship in Athens, he became even more convinced that Aaron Well was the holy son sent down by the sea god for them!

If he could take a moment to look at the script, he probably wouldn't think that way.

It wasn't until dinner time that Anda's biological clock kicked in precisely on time, and the old father patted his rumbling stomach and howled loudly:

"I'm starving! Quick, quick, what should we eat tonight?!"

"Aaron, we're going to perform on stage tomorrow, so you'd better get me something good, don't just give me leftovers."

Anda quickly sat down at the table. If he were a three-year-old child, it wouldn't be a big deal for him to be shouting for food like that.

The problem is that even though the real child, Angron, was standing nearby, he didn't make a sound.

Angron also knew how to replace Apollo's serpentine body so that he could flawlessly transform from human to serpentine during the performance.

Apollo was able to live under the same roof with Anglon in a relatively peaceful manner.

Anyway, as long as you shield your psionic energy, you won't be able to see what that thing inside Angron is.

"Anda, I think we should just leave all the rehearsal procedures to those two pointy-eared people."

Anda ate the soup and rice that Marum had brought over in advance. It wasn't cooked yet, but he wouldn't get an upset stomach.

After taking several gulps, he finally realized what was happening. Instead of answering Apollo's question, he looked at Marum:

"Did you pour the food meant for Lao Wu into it?"

Marum said respectfully:

"Master, this is Aaron's idea. He was worried that you would go hungry, so he had to bring these up first."

Adachi slammed his fist on the table: "Is this all I deserve to eat?!"

Marum quickly explained:

"It's because the fifth son has been having an upset stomach lately, and we can't waste a lot of the prepared, high-quality fresh hay. That's why Aaron specially threw it in. He said that the master is the pillar of the family and is responsible for solving all the difficult problems."

The more Anda listened, the more he felt that something was off about what they were saying; it was strange.

Apollo laughed loudly: "Hahaha, so you're the family's trash can, and we can just dump whatever we don't want on you."

Anda started grumbling, but to be honest, although the taste was a bit strange, the soup and rice were actually quite delicious, making you want to take another bite.

And so, Anda finally finished eating what was originally meant for the fifth child. Clutching her stomach, she cried out:

"Anglong, come here and rub my tummy. I ate too much just now. By the way, what's wrong with Lao Wu lately? He has an upset stomach. I've had food with him before, and we ate the same things, and he never seemed to be upset."

Anglong obediently approached again today, but this obedience seemed more like a pretense and a guilty conscience when one has done something wrong but the parents haven't found out yet.

Uncle Marum, please don't tell anyone, Angron, that you cut off Dad's hair and, having nowhere to destroy the evidence, fed it to the fifth son.

Actually, when the fifth brother was taking a walk in the yard, he saw Anglong holding a handful of Anda's hair with a blank expression, and he took the initiative to eat it clean.

The fifth one thought it was some new type of hay, but it's been having a terrible stomachache lately and has been taken to the backyard by Marum to be cared for.

Anglong had Anda hold him in his arms, constantly watching to make sure Anda's hand didn't touch the back of his head.

“Angron, why are you sweating? Remember, you may look like a little kid, but you're not even a year old yet, but you're already capable of wiping out the entire Athens. Your body won't get sick.”

Anda sensed something was wrong with her son and teased Anglon's face.

"What kind of guilty thing did you do that only a little baby would do? Wet the bed? That shouldn't be the case. When I designed you in the future, I wouldn't have missed these kinds of questions."

Anda's intuition is sometimes quite sharp, or rather, the old father has finally begun to have some normal understanding of raising his son during his childhood.

This is what the "Otlama Parenting Encyclopedia" says: fathers should patiently guide and encourage young children to admit their mistakes.

It's perfectly normal for young children to instinctively lie after making a mistake, or to suddenly become well-behaved. There's no need to scold them harshly for minor errors.

Anda was so convinced of this because he had seen his future self frantically searching for answers to his questions when he was working overtime in the future.

One of the most wonderful human experiences is gaining new knowledge, only to find that it happens to be useful in real life, and thus showing off a bit.

This sense of pleasure is a high-level spiritual need, and countless people who thirst for knowledge are captivated by it.

(Tycoon: Yeah, yeah.)

Therefore, Anda can finally confidently say that he is also a parenting expert.

Look at this method, it's far more sophisticated than those idiots who scold their sons without saying a word.

Angron finally hesitated and whispered:

"Dad, if I really make a mistake, won't you scold me after I tell you?"

Anda laughed loudly and lifted Angron up:

“My good son, Aaron never made any mistakes before, so I never had a chance to teach him. But you are different. If you make a mistake, I will definitely discipline you, and I will do so in a reasonable and well-founded way, so that you will know that you will not make the same mistake again.”

"As for violence or foul language, I will not use it. I will set an example for you by my own actions."

Angron finally couldn't help but speak up:

"Dad, I shaved your beard while you were sleeping. But I couldn't find a suitable razor, so the shave looks terrible."

Anda burst out laughing: "Hahaha! So that's what happened. I was wondering why your mother wouldn't let me kiss you. You heard her say that she likes me when I've shaved, right? That's all a lie. It's only with a beard that there's friction."

Apollo coughed twice: "Ahem, there are children here. I'm not interested in where you shave Erda with your beard. No need to describe it."

Anda realized what was happening and said seriously:

"Next time you shave, you don't have to wait until I'm asleep. Just tell Dad that we'll get the hot water and tools ready, and I'll lie on the board so you can practice."

Yay! I have a son who can shave me now!

Aaron had never been willing to help him before, which is why he was always unshaven back then.

That's right, it's all Aaron's fault.

Upon hearing this, Anglong was overjoyed and said happily:

"Dad, I can even cut your hair!"

After hearing the keyword "hair," Adachi frowned:

"Why are you suddenly talking about hair?"

He subconsciously reached out and touched his hair.

The front is fine. The sides are fine too.

That is, behind—

Oh no, what happened to my hair!

Anda felt the hard stubble scraping against his fingertips; judging from the marks left by the touch, the stubble was uneven and sprawling.

In other words, the back of his head now looks as ugly as a hyena with its hair burned, uneven, and scattered.

Anglong was unaware of his father's unusual behavior.

He didn't see the burning rage and the most terrifying fury surging within those silent eyes.

He kept saying happily:

"I originally wanted to cut my dad's hair too, but it turned out terribly."

Huh, why am I flying?

Apollo reacted quickly, leaping onto the table and catching Angron.

"Are you crazy! It's fine if you leave him lying around, but Aaron is still at home! If you want to kill Angron, you have to wait until Aaron isn't here!"

Apollo thought that Anda had finally had a change of heart and was no longer willing to tolerate the terrible being Angron in his arms.

However, he had already figured out the power structure of the family and knew what he couldn't do.

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Apollo didn't know when the end of the world would come.

Anyway, there are no volcanoes near Athens, unlike Pompeii.

However, if they fail to receive Angron, and this inhuman creature smashes through the table and leaves a crater in the ground, then the end of this family is nigh.

Apollo put Angron down, roared, and pounced on Anda, trying to get Aaron out of the kitchen. He assumed the commotion was just the two old men fighting.

Damn it, how could I have sacrificed myself to such an extent for Angron!

Obviously, there's no point in dwelling on this now; Apollo and Anda are already locked in combat.

As a result, the two were soon disheveled, similar to the previous battle between Poseidon and Anda.

Angron stood there dumbfounded for a moment, thinking, "Fight! Fight!"

So this is what fighting is all about – this terrifying hand-to-hand combat?

Until Aaron called Marum to come out with the plates and place them on the table:

"If you two keep fighting, you'll be sleeping on the streets tonight. Anyway, the show tomorrow is going to be performed by those two pointy-eared guests."

Anda then released his grip, slamming Apollo to the ground, and angrily lowered his head, showing it to Aaron:

"Look, Aaron! My hair! My hair that I finally managed to grow back! This is what you'll use to trade with your future brothers!"

"Now that so many are gone, it looks awful!"

"It was all Angron's doing! You bring that kid over here, I'm going to kick his ass!"

Aaron frowned, and Angron rushed over, grabbing his brother's pants apologetically.

“I’m sorry, brother. I heard Mom say that she likes Dad when he doesn’t have a beard, so I wanted to shave him and cut his hair too. But I couldn’t find a razor, so I used a kitchen knife instead.”

"If you need to use Dad's hair to trade with your other brothers, use mine instead."

Angron had heard about his other brothers these days, especially about how Magnus's hair had been transferred to their father.

He mustered his courage to look at his father, his big eyes blinking rapidly.

“Dad, use my hair, just like you replaced Magnus’s hair.”