Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Stir is actually about the same age as Master Duluven, but he looks much younger, and his eyes are clear and bright, without the bloated look of an artist who has been working late into the night.

"This is common in mythology. The gods in the heavens like to portray themselves as vulnerable in society in order to test whether mortals are kind."

"Before the God-King first unleashed the Great Flood, he appeared as an old man, knocking on doors on a night of torrential rain. He was eventually taken in by only one kind family, and then decided to destroy the world."

"Only that kind family was able to build the large ship and preserve it."

Aaron was taken aback. What kind of unofficial history was this?

Wasn't it because Prometheus left a prophecy for his sons and nephews?

So, it turns out that more than one company survived by building huge ships.

Ster laughed heartily:

"It's a story told to us by the Queen of Gods herself, so it can't be wrong. She always joked that if the King of Gods were disguised as a real king or a wealthy man seeking help, he would think that humans are quite kind."

Well, it seems like it's another story made up by the mother.

Aaron could only glance back at the old man who was already fighting with Angron for food before the banquet had even started, and said helplessly:

"He wouldn't actually do those things, even though he talks about floods and fires. It's impossible for him to actually go out in the rain disguised as someone seeking help; he's the laziest and most afraid of trouble."

(A lion from over 40,000 years in the future: "Brother, you can't say that. Our father just likes to play tricks on me.")

Ster rose to greet them and prepared to leave:

"I have other things to take care of, but we will be there for you if needed."

Even Ster himself didn't know exactly how many people the mistress had assigned to Aaron.

In short, if you don't know Aaron, just go to Anda; that "person" is quite conspicuous.

Alas, Hera was indeed kind to her own sons, but looked down on her other sons and even brought disaster upon them.

Ster's gaze shifted to Angron, wondering which category this man belonged to.

Just as he was about to leave, a chill suddenly ran down his spine, and a cold draft shot up from his tailbone, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

A cheerful voice came:

"Turn around and look me in the eyes, kid. Do you think I'm deaf?"

Anda had already raised his head at some point, not even bothering to clean the food crumbs from the corners of his mouth. Leaning back in his chair, he slapped the back of Angron's head, who was still coolly showing off his food.

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat! Your dad's being called petty and you don't even know what to say!"

Anglong lifted his face from his food, looking bewildered.

"Dad, my brother said that telling the truth doesn't count as swearing."

Enraged, Anda smacked Anglong on the back of the head again, but dared not use too much force, fearing he would be thrown out with his chair tonight.

He tried to calm himself down, leaning back with his knees resting on the table to maintain a delicate balance.

Angron held no grudges and whispered a reminder:

"Dad, you're going to fall if you sit like that. Why don't you sit up straight?"

Anda looked smug and chuckled coldly:

"Ha, I'll fall down? You're kidding, I'm so old—"

"Ah, hey hey hey—"

Anda suddenly stopped, then felt the chair slip, and he was about to fall to the ground along with the chair.

Fortunately, he slammed both hands on the table and managed to stand up, only to hear the chair fall over on its own.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were drawn to them.

Master Diluwen and his students were naturally in the main area. Looking back, oh, it's this fool.

Their poor junior brother, who could have sat with them, had to take care of this crazy old father.

Anda didn't think anything of it. He looked down to see what had caused the chair to slip, then stood up with a dark expression, stomped his feet on the ground, picked up the chair, and sat down properly.

"Brother, these are the food scraps that Dad dropped while wolfing down his food. They're right next to the chair leg."

Angron said in a low voice, puffing out his cheeks to show the sides of his mouth:

"Look, my place is spotless; there's nothing left here."

He wasn't trying to expose their shortcomings, but rather to avoid taking the blame that might fall on them.

Anda would definitely say that these scraps were dropped by Anglong.

This left Anda speechless, but luckily he called on Marum to skip dinner and go to the public area outside to chat with a group of fishing experts.

With Marum by his side, Aaron no longer had to worry about anything going wrong, and the family was finally able to sit down and have a proper meal.

Now it's just me, Angron, and the fifth brother left.

Chapter 303 The Bottle of Life, A Loving Father Is Watching Over You (3K)

“Brother, are we just going to let Dad go out like this? Although Uncle Marum will protect him, I can feel more and more that he is getting impatient with him and is not as respectful as he used to be.”

Anglong said in a low voice that he still cared about his family.

Aaron simply sighed:

"Let's eat first. The old man is gone, so everything on the table is yours."

Anglong suddenly realized that this was so that he could eat all the food by himself!

Hello, brother!

He growled softly, then began to devour his food like a whirlwind, not forgetting to crush any "parts" of the food that might not end up in his stomach, accepting everything that came his way.

Angron discovered long ago that there are many things that he can eat without any reaction.

My brother has always taught me not to waste food, unless I had clearly stated from the beginning that bowls and plates are not food.

Otherwise, Anglon felt he would just shove the whole plate into his mouth, which would be faster.

No, why don't we just eat the table? That way we'll definitely be able to beat the old man to it.

No, he's started calling his dad "old thing" too. That's not a good habit; he needs to correct it.

Angeron felt a strange change in his heart and thought that he should be a good boy.

"Brother, you eat too! I can't eat that much, just enough to fill me up."

"Fifth Uncle, you should eat too!"

Anglong subconsciously believed that he was the youngest in the family, and that the old donkey was an elder of his parents' generation, so he should also call him uncle.

The fifth brother grunted a few times, stuck out his tongue and licked Anglong, then turned his head and picked up the wine glass that Anda had left there, tasted it, and then didn't eat much.

Aaron was the most normal eater in the family. He ate until he was about 60% full, then sat down and waited for the ceremony to begin.

But after I finished eating, I realized, oh no—

He was suddenly led astray by the old man and Anglong!

Before the banquet had even officially started, they had already finished everything on the table!

Many servants turned their gazes toward them, and slowly brought out new dishes.

Angron kept thanking him and waving his hands:

"Thank you, uncles, but I'm already full. There's no need to set the table any more."

Aaron felt he should feel ashamed at this moment, but for some reason, the shameless instinct that seemed to come from his blood allowed him to maintain a serene smile and sit upright at the main table.

If the table were full of people at this moment, he would love to stand up, open his arms, introduce the dishes to everyone, and then share the bread and wine.

What a strange feeling.

Soon after, the ceremony officially began.

The new king, who still looked somewhat weak, appeared, and it was clear that he valued every public appearance since his ascension to the throne. He used many strange things to cover his weakness.

Philip I was in his early twenties, much thinner than his predecessor, and not a war maniac.

It is hoped that he can bring peace and prosperity to his people.

The latter, barely holding on, delivered a passionate speech before being quickly helped away by his servants.

Before leaving, he raised a glass in the direction of Aaron from afar as a way of expressing his gratitude.

He still remembered the young man who came to his rescue immediately; it turned out to be the child of High Priest Erda.

What's even more terrifying is that Erda's husband turns out to be that fool who thinks he's a handsome man.

Despite his rough, unkempt face, he still had the audacity to shamelessly beg for free things in front of others.

Shameless.

Could it be that only such a shameless guy could win Erda's heart?

Philip I glanced silently at Anda, who was mingling with the fishermen in the distance at the fishing competition, his eyes filled with disdain. Anda was trying to grab the arms and fishing rods of each fisherman and tease their hooks.

Those hooks are the result of every angler's meticulous work. How dare you approach them with such ambiguous eyes and a dazed look, and reach out to flick their hooks!

Why don't you take out your own hook, cough cough, fishhook and show it to others!

No, wait, why are you touching someone else's fishing rod? With your hands, still wet from eating, covered in food scraps and grease, you're stroking the otherwise flexible rod, your eyes gleaming suggestively.

Ahhhhh—why are my eyes so clear!

Since being rescued last time, the king felt that his previous minor health problems had all recovered, so much so that he was able to see Anda's lewd behavior clearly in the darkness of night.

His upbringing made him unable to bring himself to be so shameless.

If I were to exercise the power of the king, I would have expelled Anda long ago—no, expelled him from the country and forbidden him from ever entering Macedonia again!

They should be exiled directly to barbaric Rome!

Alas, it's a pity that now the sun god has manifested his power, and no one in this temple should provoke him.

Even Aaron and Anda themselves did not expect that their so-called transgressions of etiquette could be tolerated, all because of Helios's contribution.

Once the banquet entered the drinking and dancing phase, people were finally able to leave their seats and stroll around the neighborhood.

Aaron, with the fifth child on his back and Angron sleeping on the fifth child's back, headed towards Erda's location.