Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It's understandable for children to misbehave occasionally, but if they make mistakes, it's the adults' fault for not educating them properly.

He couldn't just stand by and watch Anglong sneak out in the middle of the night to find stones to smash the latrine.

Fortunately, under his brother's stern gaze and guidance, Anglong realized how terrible his father's absurd instigations were.

If you throw it too hard and don't have time to run away, you're doomed!

Xiao An nodded seriously.

A new image has been added to the label of "father" in my mind:

Your elders at home are constantly warning you not to play with those bad kids.

It seems I can only talk about serious matters with my dad from now on.

By midday, Anda and Marum had not returned, so Aaron cooked a meal for them and fed the fifth son hay.

I didn't even think about going out to find my father; I figured the old man might as well die out there and never come back.

Anyway, with Marum around, collecting the bodies shouldn't be a problem.

He didn't want to end up like before, witnessing his father being caught red-handed by other fishermen every time he went out.

Chapter 271 The True Sun God, Helios! (3K)

The old man didn't come back all afternoon.

Aaron was happy to have some free time and finished making the wooden arm and fist himself.

Although it can only be used as an ornament, even after the Primarch uses it, if you don't control your strength a little, you might break it in half.

But he believed Xiao Pei would like the gift.

Actually, the idea of ​​making gifts for my younger brothers for the first time came from Chagatai.

That younger brother really didn't seem to need anyone to take care of him; I didn't see him more than a few times after that.

Aaron turned and called out towards the door:

"Xiao An, it's time to go home!"

Anglong sneaked out to play in the afternoon. After all, he's just a child and he gets along well with his peers.

However, it's just in the street in front of the store, so I don't wander around.

There are no human traffickers in this era who can kidnap him, so there's no need to worry about his safety.

Less than half a minute later, Xiao An jumped through the gate, carrying a bunch of food and toys.

These were the rewards given by those ladies after they had sculpted and played with the characters' faces.

Anglong believed that as long as he stretched out his face for those laughing aunties and grandmas to pinch, he could earn good things and support his family!

Anyway, getting your cheeks pinched a few times won't make you lose any flesh.

He's not some scary, bearded old man; he can accept it if it's just the aunties.

"Brother, look! I went out for a walk and brought back so many things."

"I didn't steal it. The aunties gave it to me voluntarily after pinching my cheeks."

Angron sorted and put the things away, then squatted down in front of Aaron, his gaze fixed on the massive arm.

Aaron patted Anglon's head affectionately. Fortunately, the neighbors hadn't seen the old man yet.

Therefore, as the Primarch, Angron naturally has an appeal to ordinary people.

Once the old man moves into this mansion, the women around you—no, everyone around you—will never look at you again, Angron!

When I was a child, I had a terrible experience with this!

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear" is one of those old sayings that I don't know which era they copied from.

Anda strode triumphantly across the threshold, followed by Marum carrying three boxes.

“My sons! Look what I’ve brought back! Although I didn’t catch any fish, Marum just happened to save a lady who had fallen into the water.”

"She was the wife of a Macedonian general. They heard that we were new to the area and specially invited us to a banquet."

"They also gave us a lot of nice things, so we don't need to go out to buy these."

Aaron knew that even if he didn't tell the old man where the new rented house was, his father would still accurately find the location by sensing the presence of the old man's presence.

Aaron picked up Angron and sighed:

"See? The suitcase he brought back has way more than the snacks you brought back."

Anglong looked down at the things his father had brought back, then looked up at them again.

In comparison, my brain short-circuited for a moment.

Anda still looked smug, eager to show off:

“Hey Aaron, tomorrow you and Marum build a smelting furnace at home, and I’ll make a ring for your mother.”

"I inquired about it when I attended the banquet. The priestess of the Temple of the Sun will be returning the day after tomorrow. She's with a large entourage, and she's been dawdling around. After watching the games, she'll be going on a diplomatic mission to other city-states."

"When the time comes, I'll make a stunning appearance, present the ring, and I guarantee your mother will look at me with new respect."

Anda confidently recounted her plans, tossing her slightly longer hair.

After spitting out the Peturabo destructive cannon, some hair was lost, but unexpectedly, these areas where hair had fallen out actually promoted the growth of new hair.

It can be said that every cloud has a silver lining!

"By the way, Anglong, shave me tomorrow. I'm meeting your mother, and I need to look presentable."

He could still utter a few words, and even used them to manipulate Aaron.

This is how the world works; things gradually reach a balance.

Marum couldn't help but sigh, "Your Majesty, how could you have forgotten this trick after 30,000 years?"

That night, the family rested separately, but the fifth son's donkey did not sleep in the straw shed, but instead came out to wander in the night.

Unfortunately, it couldn't speak human language, nor could it reach out and slap Anda a few times, or drag him out to see "the shadows of bamboo and cypress."

Tonight, Anglong didn't see his old father slapping his hands and fanning away mosquitoes with red eyes in the middle of the night.

Autumn in the North is wonderful; all the mosquitoes and other insects disappear.

The next morning, Anda was placed in a stroller and pushed by Marum to the city to have a new dress made.

Aaron led the fifth child, while Anglong sat on the fifth child's back, which could be considered an old-fashioned children's stroller.

They were going to find a nearby blacksmith to buy a smelting furnace. There weren't many metals that could be processed in this era, but since they had Marum's power armor, the smelting temperature wouldn't be a problem once they bought it.

Logically, this task should be handled by an adult, but Aaron still enjoys talking with the craftsmen and learning their skills and experience.

Regardless of skill level or skill level, these skills are the experience and knowledge that working people accumulate in their daily lives.

Although the old folks always say that artisans in this era are stingy with their skills, be careful they might deliberately teach you bad things.

But Aaron could tell which people were trustworthy and reliable. He also knew that his knowledge would be put into practice later, so he had nothing to worry about.

He would offer the artisans some tea as a token of his gratitude; it was one of Uncle Hades's treasured possessions.

Although it looks like just some dry leaves and grass scraps.

I've tried it myself, and it doesn't give me diarrhea, but it doesn't have any energizing or brain-boosting effect either; it's just a placebo effect.

However, if one focuses on the fact that this is the tea favored by Hades, it becomes quite valuable.

When they set off from Ondino, Uncle Hades prepared several jars of tea for himself.

I have to check it every day to make sure the old man doesn't use it as a chamber pot.

Later, in my dreams, I brought some for my younger brothers as well.

Aaron, calculating the family's assets, purchased a smelting furnace specifically for crafting jewelry and paid someone to deliver it to his home.

After finishing the housework, it was time to relax and go shopping with Anglong.

He deliberately found out the locations of several clothing sales areas and then avoided them.

He didn't want to see that old man embarrass himself.

It would be better to take Anglong to see if there are any local restaurants or entertainment options.

Macedonia also had drama and poetry recitations, and they were more vibrant than the tragedies of Athens.

After all, it's a kingdom in its rising period. Showing ethical tragedies all the time is just affecting the national sentiment.

The locals have a game called pitch-pot, which also existed in Athens. In fact, many early civilizations spontaneously realized that throwing things into a vessel was a good way to pass the time.

It's at least more fun than throwing stones into the water.

However, what Macedonia lost was neither arrows nor a straight wooden shaft.

It is a stick with protrusions of different sizes on both sides, and it is not something you hold in the middle and throw.

Instead, hold one side and swing it towards the sky. Because the weight is uneven on both sides of the stick, it will start to spin.

Once it's thrown, you can only leave it to fate, watching how many times the stick spins and whether it will land right in the pot.

This refers to what is known as an advanced arena, where the throwing method is restricted.

Humans always like to complicate simple things, adding increasingly difficult rules to create a challenge.

To have fun from it.

I wonder which deity would find solace in these pleasures.

Aaron felt that there should be a limit to making himself uncomfortable, and that the rules of the game should be limited to a level where people could achieve them by paying a reasonable price.

Instead of the stick being thrown and failing to land in the pot, the thrower would suddenly be swarmed by the surrounding spectators and eaten along with them.

They then used his bones to carve new throwing tools for the next person.

I haven't had such a curious thought since leaving Athens.

Aaron was pondering on the street when he heard the sound of people chewing their food.

It was like blood and bone, flesh and tendons, all mixed together and stuffed into the mouth.

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