Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum carefully explained how to use the equipment, his serious tone making Aaron a little excited.

Come to think of it, he hasn't really used these so-called high-tech weapons much.

"If someone is malicious, can I defeat them all? Should I press this most dangerous red button?"

Marum shook his head slightly: "No, just stay where you are. If you press something, Macedonia might cease to exist tomorrow."

Who knows what kind of dark technology the Imperial Guard added to it? In any case, the Great Sage Caul expressed great dissatisfaction with these things in his memos.

They believed that the Imperial Guard was hoarding technology, hiding away many technologies that could have helped the Mechanicus achieve its grand ambitions.

They only took it out when they heard it was to protect His Majesty before Christ.

The Great Sage Cole wasn't too fond of the big, muscular style with steam pipes and neural components all over his body; after all, the Imperial Guard clearly had those so-called sci-fi minimalist technologies.

Alas, empires! Humanity! How could you have fallen so low!

Could it be that the current technological style of the empire is actually what His Majesty prefers—big and golden?

Aaron tidied himself up and went out.

Along the way, Angron couldn't help but express his doubts.

Many of the experimental breads he made disappeared.

Aaron was also helpless about this, explaining that the wooden bullets he had carved on his way to Macedonia had also disappeared without a trace.

Marum can only attempt to explain it as:

"Perhaps someone in the future will need your help, weapons, food, and the like."

"This is a good sign, at least they are still fighting."

Aaron thought to himself that he should carve more whenever he had the chance, in case future warriors ran out of bullets after he died.

Angron seemed to sense his brother's thoughts and shouted loudly:

"Then I'll make more bread every day. No, the bread is too fluffy, I'll make it into pancakes!"

"Smaller in size, but heavier in weight!"

Marum couldn't help but wonder if the Astartes who would pray to Aaron in the future would be like their lord, squatting on the ground eating in an unseemly manner, holding a helmet in one hand and a piece of bread in the other.

In any case, the lack of smell wasn't a big problem for Astartes. It was much better than the sand and mud on the ground or the enemy corpses on the battlefield.

They separated on the main road, and Aaron instructed Marum to take good care of Angron.

While combat strength is not a concern, the child might be a bit unruly by then, so Marum still needs to prevent Angron from causing any trouble.

Aaron, alone, headed to the workshops of those master sculptors, based on the information he had gathered earlier.

The place was brightly lit; all those artists must have some serious illness.

He carefully selected and finally chose a master who seemed to have a mild temper, Di Luwen.

Macedonian sculpture is comparable in quality to that of the Athenian cultural region, and the country's strength is reflected in its artistic creations.

Compared to the aesthetically pleasing sculptures of Athens, these have a more powerful visual impact.

This is what Aaron wants to learn here.

This old, blind master is now squatting on scaffolding, carving a statue of Zeus.

The apprentices moved around the work area, always on high alert.

Aaron remained calm, having changed into an apprentice's robes and blended in unnoticed.

He finally found a suitable angle to see what kind of face this master was going to create for the old man, given his severe presbyopia.

Then, the apprentice beside him, his face trembling with tears, shouted loudly:

“Master Diluwen, I can’t come here tomorrow. My mother wants me to go with her family’s caravan to make money.”

Upon hearing this, Diluwen turned his head, one hand gripping the scaffolding. His movement caused the scaffolding to creak and groan slightly.

“Oh, it’s Lessarre. I remember you. When I became His Majesty’s guest of honor, it was your mother who personally escorted you here.”

"And when I can no longer feast with the king, poor Lessaree will have to leave me. By Zeus, your mother does not only have you as her son; you can try to choose your own path in the future. I am old, but I can still leave you food to eat."

This master is indeed kind; he is a good person in the traditional sense.

Aaron was pleased with his choice. He knew that most of the master craftsmen of this era were not very good-tempered, and even treated their apprentices as slaves, forcing them to handle dangerous materials.

Back in Egypt, if it weren't for the old man's charm, the Egyptian craftsmen might not have been willing to teach me.

It's quite remarkable that Master Diluwen could say such a thing.

The apprentice named Lessarre respectfully looked up at his teacher, reaching out to hold onto the scaffolding:

“My father is often ill, and my mother takes care of the household. I cannot be unfilial. My brothers have all started their own families and careers and are no longer under my control.”

“I can understand the sense of security a mother feels when she wants someone she can completely control. Teacher, today is the last lesson.”

Lessaré spoke in a heavy tone, clearly stating his wishes, and wiped away his tears.

These words struck Aaron as odd. Macedonia's national education level was so high that even a sculptor's apprentice could come up with a reasoning involving psychology.

Athens wouldn't do that. Athenians preferred to watch scholars bicker and argue amongst themselves, while they sat below the stage drinking, amused by the spectacle of fools.

Occasionally clapping and cheering will make those scholars think, "I am not alone! I have so many people supporting me!"

Although it is indeed difficult to tell whether the Athenians understood or not, they certainly enjoyed it.

Aaron's thoughts had wandered a bit, but he quickly narrowed them down to a key affix:

"A mother's controlling nature."

Could this be related to the speculation that the old folks in my family found the goddess Gaia after spending several days in Macedonia?

His instincts compelled him to follow this Lessaré back home after tonight's lessons to see what exactly was wrong with his family.

Aaron was already somewhat helpless, realizing that it was very likely that his trip had uncovered the problem.

Didn't you say you ignored the existence of demons?

But in this stable era of the warp, he actually encountered so many demons.

Aaron calmed himself down and focused on learning what he considered to be his last lesson.

As luck would have it, today's master has brought out all his most treasured secrets.

The other fellow disciples also allowed Lessar to observe carefully, and even Aaron, who was next to Lessar, could see these techniques clearly.

Aaron was very satisfied, thinking that he would definitely help this temporary senior brother solve the problem.

The class ended at approximately 3 a.m., as Marum had mentioned.

Lessaré could not hide his grief and bid a tearful farewell to Master Dilwen.

Aaron followed closely behind, imagining what valuable intelligence he might find.

Without realizing it, he seemed to have returned to his old ways as a spy.

That was my first formal job.

Perhaps it was because Aaron believed himself to be a spy that he followed Lessaré without being discovered at all.

Like a bat?

As Aaron was thinking this, he saw several bats fly by and hang upside down under the eaves.

I wonder if the way people here view bats is similar to how my father described how Easterners view swallows?

This world is truly vast, with many secrets I have yet to explore. I'm sure I'll have the chance to see them with my own eyes someday.

Chapter 285 The Calamity of Medea (3K)

Lessarre's family was more like a transit point for itinerant merchants.

Many itinerant merchants of this era were organized by families from various regions, and many of them were related by blood.

After being stranded in other regions, there is not much to worry about betrayal due to business interests.

Lessaré's mother couldn't find fault with her only youngest son, who was by her side, traveling with a trusted caravan.

The only drawback is that a young man has to give up his unrealistic dreams.

This kind of thing happens in every era.

Could it be that people's fear of their parents' generation stems from the accumulated outburst of countless such cases?

Should I then push my younger brothers to unite in the future and completely defeat the old man?

Aaron asked himself the question and reaffirmed his resolve: yes, this was what he was going to do.

That old bastard must be punished!

Sigh, when I go out, all I can think about are family matters; I'm almost losing track of the person in charge.

Aaron hurriedly caught up, blending into the crowd of people loading and unloading goods behind him, and even helped carry a few boxes, all the way to the central area of ​​the building.

The dyeing materials, specialty spices, and animal furs were sold to Athens.

These are all luxury goods; it seems their family is quite powerful.

Aaron casually grabbed two bottles of seasonings he'd never tried before, found their accounting mark, made up for the shortfall, and left the appropriate amount of money.

Anyway, it doesn't matter who I sell to. I should be able to pick it up myself. I'm not some old fogey who just uses his face without paying.

Aaron, still eager to contribute to Anglon's culinary endeavors, finally made his way to Lessarre's residence.

Seeing that this temporary senior brother had washed his face, he went to ask to see his mother.

Aaron hesitated slightly, wondering whether he should hand over this task to his elderly father.

The old man was very experienced in entertaining widows of this age.

However, the changing situation didn't give Aaron the time to think further, because he had already heard a loud scolding and rebuke coming from inside the house after Lessaré entered:

"You're leaving with the caravan first thing tomorrow morning. Are you still willing to learn carving from that good-for-nothing old geezer tonight?"

"Your father can't manage the household; I'm the one who takes care of everything, big and small. Can't you just relax a little!"

“I see now, you’re just going to go against me, just like your brothers. It’s as if everything I say and do as your mother is meant to harm you—”

Aaron peered through the window and saw the masked woman inside scolding her son.