Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

That's strange. Why would someone wear a mask at home?

Is it a special organization, or has this lady had her face damaged and had to cover it up?

Back in Athens, Hayes had discussed espionage with him and had taught him some techniques for judging a person's behavior patterns by their appearance.

Generally speaking, masks were originally used in sacrificial rites.

After secularization, it was used primarily for theatrical performances.

The purpose of the universal identity is to conceal one's true identity and create a new external identity to replace the id in performing tasks that the original self could not perform.

Alas, how pitiful. This lady probably needs a powerful external identity to manage the entire family.

However, it sounds like the caravan business is dominated by the maternal family.

So, is the conflict here simply a family conflict?

The old folks often say that when their relatives see others living better than them, they feel uneasy.

He often shamelessly spouts these heretical ideas with a proud look on his face, and he might be the one who corrupts the future of human civilization.

Aaron patiently recorded the known information, preparing to seek more intelligence.

He had to go around to the front to see what the mask actually looked like.

If we can find specific symbols, we can deduce more information.

Aaron lowered his head, searching for anything that could conceal his form.

Sigh, if I were in a dream, I could just imagine that no one could see me.

As he moved slowly, he noticed that the woman was holding a clump of hair in her arms.

The hair was mesmerizing the moment it caught the eye, as if it possessed endless magic.

Just like the Golden Fleece, which, along with the Golden Apple, represents the great achievements of heroes in legend.

It even shines in its own light.

But why couldn't I see these hairs when I was hiding outside the window?

Aaron tried to compare and confirm, and quickly realized that the clump of hair did not have any shine when it was not visible to him.

It's a really strange thing.

Aaron sighed inwardly before looking up to examine the mask worn on the face.

It was a female face sculpted using marble techniques. The original wooden material had been painted white, but it appeared quite dark under the glow of the golden wool in her arms.

That masked face looked like a living thing; I was afraid it would open its mouth at any moment and pounce on everything in front of it, killing all life in its path.

No, the mask your mother is wearing has already turned her into this charlatan's face.

Senior brother, at least look up and see what's going on. Is this even human?

“We must earn enough money, Lesaré. This is your family’s mission to save your father. There is no other way.”

“Your brothers have all abandoned this responsibility; you are my last son.”

Here it comes, the crucial information is about to be revealed!

"You are descendants of Jason, and unless you can possess the Golden Fleece forever, you will suffer the curse of Medea for generations to come. The curse of the granddaughter of the ancient sun god!"

Hmm? Uncle Helios, it seems you really did dig this hole.

In mythology, Medea, the daughter of the king of Colchis, once gave everything for her lover Jason, even dismembering her brother and throwing him into the sea.

Because her husband had fallen in love with someone else, she chose to send him poisoned clothing. She then killed her own son.

Finally, they escaped in the golden chariot of his grandfather Helios.

Oh, this golden carriage was most likely made by his own father.

Oh no, everything has traced back to my own family. Those old folks and uncles are the source of this chaos and pollution!

Aaron decided to learn from his father's few virtues, which was his firm belief that all the stumbling blocks on the road had nothing to do with him.

He listened carefully, thinking that Medea's story shouldn't be too eerie.

That is, dismemberment and killing one's child.

The lady then said:

“Don’t ask me why I don’t tell you the truth. I can’t tolerate your betrayal! I once naively believed that I should tell your brothers the truth, but they all chose to succumb to fear and run away.”

It sounds like something an old man in the future would say when trying to shift blame: "I'm not telling you the truth because it would definitely cause trouble for you."

Oh no, could tonight's experience really be a warning for the future?

The voice continued: "Do as I say, my son. When you have earned enough money, the Golden Fleece will remain in our family. Your father will be free."

Lessaré couldn't help but press for answers, struggling and pleading:

“Mother, our wealth should be enough to buy most of the world’s treasures. If this is the legendary Golden Fleece, why don’t we seek the oracle of the great sun god! The confession given by that high priestess is renowned!”

"God saves mankind, so why would He covet money? This must be the work of demons!"

Aaron nodded in agreement. "Yes, Mother is at the Temple of the Sun in Macedonia. Given her love for gossip and family drama, she'll definitely help you."

But just one sentence from the lady deflated both Lessarre and Aaron, the two listeners:

"The sun god is Helios, and Medea is Helios's granddaughter. She was able to escape the scene of the massacre by riding in her grandfather's chariot. This curse is aimed at Jason's descendants. Do you think those shameless and petty gods would help us?"

Aaron wanted to jump out right now and shout:

"Uncle Helios has neither a granddaughter nor a sun chariot!"

However, even if the real Uncle Helios were brought out, he wouldn't be recognized as the real sun god in this form.

After all, it was a psionic light that Angron could extinguish with a single bucket of water, so it was better to let Uncle Apollo do it for him.

Aaron hid behind a box, his gaze fixed on the Golden Fleece, which should have been sacred and sublime.

This should at least be a treasure, but why is it that although it is shining brightly in my eyes, the strange illusion projected into my consciousness is so murky?

Never mind, I'll find a chance to steal this piece of junk tonight and burn it!

Aaron is not always good at planning and taking things slowly. Like his father, when he gets excited, he wants to get things over with quickly and decisively.

The difference is that the old man is too lazy to clean up after finishing his work, while Aaron will still be responsible and follow up on things to the end.

He already had a clear understanding of the situation.

Clearly, the initial image of the mad mother originated from Gaia.

And if we are to continue searching for such figures in mythology, Medea cannot be ignored.

After all, he's the kind of person who's capable of dismembering his own brother.

Hmm—Aaron felt he probably knew the truth that Lessaré's mother had told him.

If this lineage of Jason's descendants is to be saved, then besides spending a huge sum of money to purchase the Golden Fleece, there is no other way.

He would probably have to follow Medea's example and dismember his mother's brother, who was also his uncle.

Lessaré was placed in his mother's family's caravan for this very reason.

His brothers, upon learning the truth, were unwilling to take action. Therefore, the lady was also unwilling to tell her youngest son the truth, fearing the curse would not be broken.

But what was the reason this woman plotted to murder her own brother?

Family problems?

It's worth noting that after Medea returned to avenge her father, she also helped him regain the throne and establish a new nation.

She was definitely a career-oriented person, and I haven't heard of any curses circulating about her afterward.

No, I've never heard of Jason having any descendants!

On the contrary, many city-state kings claimed to be descendants of Zeus, without any concern that such claims would cause problems with the bloodline of their kingdoms in a certain generation, making it impossible to investigate.

Anyway, they claim it's for their own use, right? The ancestors are dead, so there's nothing wrong with wearing a hat.

Chapter 286 Killing one's son without regret, loving father and mother, Luo Jia is back in action (3K)

Outside the city in the mountains, Angron felt a chill run down his spine and curiously touched his head.

"Uncle Marum, is my brother really okay on his own?"

He was sorting and packing the collected ingredients, taking a bite of each one to check the taste.

The Primarch's intuition was extremely sharp, and he quickly realized that his brother might be in trouble.

Marum shook his head and looked in the direction of the cluster of buildings; there were no explosions or sparks.

No advanced technology suddenly appeared that brought the entire Macedonian kingdom to destruction.

He smiled and said, “Your Highness, I think you should focus on finding suitable ingredients. If we’re lucky, we can come up with a new dish before breakfast tomorrow.”

To be fair, Marum was quite concerned about Angron's ambition to become a good chef. This was crucial to whether the entire World Eater Legion could once again become an ally of the Empire.

Marum dared not hope that the World Eaters could turn the tide of the entire Great Rebellion.

He wasn't as bold as their great emperor. After regaining control of Loga, the Black King had already been plotting to turn the tables.

In Marum's eyes, being able to leave some seeds in 30K and eventually awaken a portion of the World Eaters to embark on a redemption expedition was already an extraordinary achievement.

It would be good to relieve some of the pressure on his father, Guilliman.

As for Aaron's safety, it's not a big problem. He should say to those demons who are nobody else:

"You are the challenger!"

Indeed, that was the case. Aaron was still thinking about how the seemingly weak and indecisive Lesare would kill his uncle, dismember him, and throw the body into the sea.

It even specifies whether it's riding a camel in the desert or sailing a sailboat at sea.

When Aaron thinks about these things, he always feels that he has a bit of a perverse sense of humor.

Finally, Lessaré was reprimanded by his mother and forced to accept his fate.

The lady was the only one left in the room. She did not remove her mask, and her only movement was breathing. It was unclear whether she was asleep.

Aaron tiptoed over and gently touched it, then circled behind the lady, carefully examining the Golden Fleece that represented chaos.

Well, if you make Uncle Apollo's head glow and then have Uncle Hades spit on it, this is the effect you'll get.