Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron tried his best to dissuade Mébion, who was enjoying his drink, but the man was probably too drunk to listen to Aaron's good intentions.

Mépion, holding a large wine glass, said smugly:

"So what? It's just a story, not something that actually happened. What can those two families of believers do to me? My brother is the future Athenian governor!"

Indeed, Solon was probably the first Black King chosen in chronological order, and because he wreaked havoc among the Chaos followers, he received praise from Leorena, the King of Sparta.

This indicates that they could go to bed together and talk freely, in the Spartan way, not as the Athenians imagined.

In addition, after the Athenian archon and king fought for some unknown reason, people have always believed that in order to maintain peace and stability in the vicinity of Athens, it is necessary to choose an archon who is on good terms with Sparta.

Only then could they face the potential threat from the Persian Empire, which had always been eyeing the Greek region covetously.

Aaron didn't care at all whether Solon would be recorded as having slept with the King of Sparta before becoming a consul.

He was simply desperate because he couldn't convince Mébion to run away.

It now seems that his life should be spared, after all, Solon is his brother.

However, he will suffer a lot in the future. If Athena's temple or the followers of the sea god issue a divine oracle, he will suffer in both the land city-state and the sea.

Aaron could only watch helplessly as Mebion grew increasingly arrogant, even standing on a tavern table in public and shouting that the King of the Gods had given him inspiration!

Oh no, we've found the problem.

There was naturally animosity between Zeus and Poseidon; Zeus was the youngest brother, yet he received the throne of the gods.

His feelings for Athena were so intense that he once wished he could kill her.

If it was Zeus who bestowed the blessing, then everything would be connected.

Aaron covered his face, sighed deeply, and left dejectedly.

Since I can't leave Athens for the next few days, I'll accompany my father and Anglon to watch the Olympics.

Maybe I'll get to see my mother a few more times.

That night, Aaron slept soundly, without feeling any psychological distress because he was unable to redeem Mebion.

From the perspective of genetic psychology, Aaron's personality may be similar to Anda's; neither of them are people prone to mental exhaustion.

It's just that the future brothers all have such big problems, but these problems were indeed reflected in their father as well.

Sigh, I wonder if I had started raising my father to be a refined lady—no, I mean, a virtuous gentleman—before my younger brothers were born.

Does that mean that when the younger brothers are born, they won't have as many problems?

Tonight, all is calm. Now, only Anglong stands under the moonlight, holding a cleaver.

The cool fluorescent light shone on the child's skin, as if it were covered with a layer of armor.

He had no intention of killing his father or cutting his father's hair and beard today; instead, he looked at the fifth son of the family for a while.

No, this donkey watched my brother grow up; we can't kill it and eat it.

Angron shifted his gaze to Marum, who was sleeping in the yard and acting as a sentry.

This is certainly not to say that Angron is going to eat Marum, although the Primarchs could theoretically eat Astartes raw.

Angron was actually thinking about how to get something called money from Marum, and then buy some livestock to slaughter and learn how to cook.

He had seriously considered why his cooking would boil dry. After thinking it over, the Primarch concluded that the food ingredients were too fragile.

If you use meat instead, you can cook it for a longer time.

So Angron jumped to Marum's side and whispered:

"Uncle! Give me the money!"

He knew that although his brother managed the family's money, his brother would put all the money in Marum's hands.

To Angron, Marum's satchel was an inexhaustible treasure chest, from which anything could be pulled out.

Marum was not actually asleep; he was compiling the "Emperor's Daily Life" using his own brain. Occasionally, when he was able to contact the Great Sage Kaul, he would ask him to upload this encrypted data to the Ultramarines' internal library.

Now, the two books, "Exodus" and "The Rise of Athens," have been completed. Their great emperor, in the pre-Christian era, traveled extensively and made tremendous contributions to protect the survival and development of human civilization.

Marum pulled some drachmas out of the box:

"Your Highness, what would you like to buy?"

"I can go with you tomorrow to prevent ordinary people from seeing that you are still a child and harming you."

Angron lowered his head and counted on his fingers:

"I want to buy eight fish and eight chickens."

Marum asked warily, "Eight?"

Something is wrong, very wrong.

“There are four mouths to feed in our family now, and each person eats a fish and a chicken. But I’m afraid I won’t do it well when I first start, so I’m going to buy double the amount to test it out beforehand.”

Anglong explained his thinking: he was going to start learning to cook, so the first few meals he served would inevitably not taste very good.

Marum suggested, "But why should everyone prepare one experimental set and one formal set? You can make it normally for everyone, and once they get used to it every day, they'll be able to make satisfactory meals. It's a bit wasteful to use ingredients specifically for experimentation."

Without any instruction, Anglong twirled the kitchen knife in his hand, much like a primary school student would later spin a pen:

"But the ones made in the experimental stage will taste terrible."

Marum had already stood up straight and was pointing to himself:

"If it's really bad, you can give it to me."

His stomach is truly immune to all poisons; he can put anything in it without any problems.

Although no warhounds or world devourers will come looking for trouble.

I wonder if the Ultramarines will ever have the chance to eat a meal cooked by Lord Guilliman himself. No matter how bad it is, they will faithfully finish it!

Angron's face lit up with joy, and he raised his hands for Marum to pick him up:

"Let's go pick some now. I hope to be able to cook a meal before Dad and my brother get up tomorrow morning."

Marum held Anglon carefully in his arms with a mixture of reluctance and welcoming, not worried that the little boy was still waving a kitchen knife around.

Anyway, this cleaver just can't cut my skin.

“Athens did not have morning markets, but there were some taverns that remained open at night. People of this era were more accustomed to drinking alcohol due to water shortages.”

Marum carried Angron and leaped over the courtyard wall, landing steadily.

This made Anglon very happy.

Kids love this.

Meanwhile, Anda, fast asleep inside the house, was completely unaware that Marum, as a modified Space Marine, was far better at taking care of children than anyone else.

If Anda were to witness this scene, he might reconsider whether to reshape the Astartes' perception of the Primarch as a father figure.

With so many sons and only one father, problems are bound to arise.

But if there are so many fathers and only one son, can he control them?

No, if we reverse that, wouldn't the Primarch treat himself as a son? That would be too rebellious!

The next morning, Aaron got up early to wash up and cook, only to find that the dining table and kitchen had been tidied up, and there were four bowls of chicken soup on the table in the yard.

Anglong was sitting in his chair, his eyes fixed on the fork in his hand, pulling out the splinters.

Even today's tableware was made by himself.

"Brother, eat! I made it!"

Aaron walked towards the courtyard, sat down in his seat, looked at the food on the table, and frowned.

"Xiao An, what's the difference between today's and yesterday's?"

He still remembered the scene yesterday when his father swallowed all the mixture without really distinguishing it.

Although his father didn't notice anything unusual, Aaron was still not very confident in Anglon's cooking skills.

He needs to stand on a stool to reach the stove.

Angron, holding his knife and fork, exclaimed excitedly:

"Yesterday's was burnt, but today I had Uncle Marum watch the fire for me, and it didn't taste burnt."

Aaron took a sip of the broth, and well, it didn't taste like anything else.

"Xiao An, did you forget the seasonings?"

Anglong asked in confusion, "Seasonings? I added them, the powders in those bottles and jars."

Marum untied the fifth dog's rope and let it roam in the yard, then came to the dining table to explain:

“Your Highness put in too little. I told you that too much seasoning would affect the taste, so you put in a little too little. But I didn’t correct him. I think that after His Highness experiences it for himself, he will understand the right amount.”

Anglong puffed out his cheeks and nodded, saying:

"That's right, I want to make food that will satisfy you all through my own efforts!"

Chapter 220 Athena Arrives Late (3K)

Aaron nodded encouragingly, patting Angron on the shoulder:

"I believe you can succeed. I'll see if I can take you to Ryan's place sometime. He's self-taught and has learned a lot of cooking skills."

Angron asked curiously, "Brother, what does Brother Ryan look like?"

Aaron described her as having "pale blonde hair that appeared somewhat white from certain angles, and a face that resembled her father's when he was younger."

Just then, Adachi, who had just crawled out of the house and started eating at the dining table without even caring about the smell, looked up blankly:

"What do you want to do to my face now? I warn you, my hair hasn't grown in yet, and my beard is still clean."

Marum had prepared fruit wine in advance, in case Anda choked, he explained:

"They're discussing Lord Ryan's appearance. Aaron thinks he looks a lot like you when you were young, sir."

Anda took a sip of his drink and then let out a loud burp, completely lacking any decorum.

"Oh, I see. Ryan is indeed very much like me physiologically, except he has a bad temper. And he thinks I'm an idiot."

"I finally managed to have some small parent-child interactions with him, but he thinks I'm a pervert who only knows how to dress up as an old man from mythology and give out quests."