Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This scene filled Marum with admiration; he understood that the Primarch's roar could inspire the warriors of their respective legions.

Unexpectedly, it also works on mortals, and just like a demon influencing people's thoughts, this power undoubtedly drives changes in people's emotions.

Aaron didn't immediately comfort his younger brother; he focused on taking care of the fifth child first.

Anyway, there's only one thief in the house, so we can just ask him again later to confirm.

The old man, currently the prime suspect, remained calm and unhurried. Upon returning, he immediately sprawled out in his recliner, waiting for his meal, and even reminded everyone:

"If you're out of food, hurry up and get some more. I don't want to have sawdust soup tonight."

Angron was incredibly fast; he leaped out of the kitchen again, landing precisely in Anda's arms like a cannonball.

His face flushed red, and his hair flew wildly backward, which made Anda very envious.

Erda has been away from home recently, and his hair growth has slowed down.

Poor little An, unaware that his father was still preoccupied with his hair, simply raised his fist and pounded on his father's chest.

"Dad! Did you sneak food without leaving any trace? You even cleaned up the crumbs on the floor!"

"Those ingredients were something I went through a lot of trouble to find, and I carefully selected each one. Now that they've all been eaten, how am I supposed to know what they'll taste like when cooked!"

With a wicked smile, the old father grabbed his son's arms, lifted him up, and swung him around in the air.

It's like an artificial swing, except the swinging motion is a bit too big, as if you could throw Angron outside the door if you let go.

The old man's face was full of disdain, and his eyes held a hint of mockery.

"Stealing food? What's the point of stealing food if I'm eating my own? Besides, I'm too lazy to clean up. If there's crumbs on the ground, so be it. It's just a freebie for the ants."

Angron swayed in the air, and his little brain finally figured it out.

Yes, his father would openly steal food and never clean up after himself.

He didn't care if others found out, so naturally there was no need to clean up the crime scene.

So who is this food thief?

Anglong's little head was deep in thought, even recalling the first theft, where the earliest loaves of bread had also disappeared without a trace.

Following my brother's advice, a significant portion of the cakes were made. However, since everyone in the family was there at the time, the expenses were difficult to calculate, so even if there were fewer cakes, it was still a bit less.

But today, this terrible crime has gone so far that even ingredients that haven't been made into food are being stolen!

It's simply outrageous!

There are still some flatbread and bread left at home, you can just eat those!

They just had to steal these "treasures" from Angron.

Xiao An's long-planned new ingredient cooking scheme was forced to stop, and he had to spend several days preparing these things again.

His little face was flushed red with anger, and the redness didn't fade anytime soon. Even more striking were the blood-red, sharp claw-like markings that appeared to grow from his forehead and the hairline on both sides.

Marum was momentarily stunned.

Fortunately, he looked closely and found nothing else besides the hair and the freckles on his face.

"Brother! I'm going to go find some more ingredients now, and I'll set them up in the kitchen tonight. I want to catch that thief myself!"

"I'm leaving dinner to you tonight."

Aaron's eyes swept around, and he could still find some food for others among the food supplies given to the fifth brother.

He nodded and said:

"Okay, I'm also quite curious about what's been stealing our food. It doesn't seem to have any malicious intent."

If that thing were to steal even a few valuable items—

But upon closer reflection, it seems that their most expensive possession is that donkey.

The fifth son has become a legend in the Egyptian racetracks, a priceless treasure.

Further down the path is my father, who had been sold with a clearly marked price.

As for him and Marum, they were both free men, not slaves, so there was no question of their value.

I haven't cooked in a long time, but my skills haven't deteriorated. I found something edible and made a simple soup, which served as dinner for the whole family.

The old man wasn't interested in catching the thief and simply slipped into the house to sleep.

According to him, he performed over a hundred surgeries today, enough to kill a person.

I need to think of a way to get money out of these people while I'm resting.

It's just a few pieces of food going missing at home; it's such a small thing, don't bother him.

Besides, isn't Erda watching from above? If there's a problem, call your mom.

At midnight, Angron, now in red-faced mode, retrieved some more ingredients and began to meticulously set up traps.

He hid inside a pot in the kitchen, his eyes gleaming as he stared intently at the window and the door. He was even able to direct his gaze to different places at once!

It may look silly, but it is also a manifestation of the Primarch's ability to control the body.

Marum was instructed to patrol the area outside the house as usual to check for any unusual activity, but not to enter the house.

Aaron just needs to rest normally, and he can come out when he hears noises outside.

It wasn't until dawn that the cold moonlight blanketed the entire city in a pale white frost, and the stars in the sky finally moved to a position close to winter.

Late at night, after the cold wind blew, it really gave people a sense of natural desolation.

It's possible that Macedonia will experience another rain shower tomorrow. After the rain clears up, the daytime hours will be significantly shorter, and the temperature will drop noticeably.

Seasonal changes are always so abrupt.

Finally, the Primarch heard some unusual flapping sounds of wings.

He spotted a bat flying slowly from the northwest.

The thing seemed to know its way around easily, accurately finding the window into the kitchen.

But it didn't fly in immediately; instead, it hung on the edge of the windowsill.

Then, with its two forelimbs fluttering its wings, it began to scratch its scalp, making a soft, soothing rustling sound that was not harsh.

Natural bats simply don't have this ability, right?

When Anglong was searching for food in the wild, he encountered many groups of bats and was very familiar with the habits of these creatures.

That thing went straight for the things in the kitchen; it didn't even need Uncle Marum's ultrasound to locate it!

It might be some kind of power manifesting!

Anglong quickly made a judgment, his hands ready to tear apart the pot he was hiding in and jump up to grab the thief!

Chapter 321 Get My Brother Some Food, Koz Visits the Eldar (3K)

"You wretched bat thief, this time you won't get away!"

"But why didn't Uncle Marum notice him?"

Angron spread his arms wide, ready to pounce on any bat that flew toward the food!

Strangely, the little bat seemed to sense the danger as well, and stopped moving, remaining hanging on the window and scratching its head.

This movement doesn't resemble that of a bat at all; it's more like something mimicking the shape of a bat, and I don't understand bat habits.

Those eyes, which should have been deteriorating, were now darting around, their faces showing a shrewd and wary expression.

What angered Angron the next moment was that the bat suddenly turned around and twisted its tail in the direction where he was hiding, clearly having discovered him and was provoking him.

Sure enough, after wagging its tail, the bat began to circle above the kitchen, refusing to come down, teasing Anglong.

On several occasions, the angle of its flight was so steep that it seemed to swoop down and drop something.

It's like the kind of bird that Dad always hated for pooping anywhere.

It is unbearable!

Anglong finally stopped hiding, and he lifted the pot lid with both hands and jumped high into the air.

The pot in his hand was originally intended as a weapon to deal with thieves, meant to be used to strike someone on the head.

But then he thought that the thief was so small that he could easily catch him, so he swung his sword with great force.

Primarch's movements and agility are far beyond those of ordinary humans. Even without wings, when his body leaps into the air, he can defy the laws of physics with all his might.

With a precise flip, the large pot slammed down on the bat, and with a heavy thud, Angron's belly pressed tightly against the table, pinning the thief down.

"Brother! Uncle Marum!"

"I've caught the thief!"

Before he could finish speaking, Marum and Aaron arrived. They couldn't help but chuckle as they looked at Angron slumped over the pot.

Aaron looked around carefully and saw only this pot, which meant that the thief was not human.

He laughed and said:

"Could this thief who stole the ingredients be a rat? That would make perfect sense."

Anglong shook his head and spoke loudly:

"It's not just rats, it's flying rats! It's bats!"

"No, it's not a bat, it's something else that looks like a bat!"

"Dad said bats locate themselves using sound waves, but this thief has excellent eyesight."

Aaron shrugged and was about to walk over and pick up his younger brother.

"Now that you've caught them, you don't need to press them down on top. With just this one pot, small animals can't break free."

He grabbed Angron by the arms, lifted him up, and placed him in Marum's arms.

Then they squatted down, the three of them staring at each other, glancing at the other side from time to time, and then at the pot that had been turned upside down on the ground.

There's absolutely no sound from inside. Whether it's a rat or a bat, there should at least be some noise of resistance or thrashing.

Aaron reached out and tapped the back of the pot; the sound was clear.

"Do you think Xiao An failed to catch the thief?"