Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He enjoys the process of doing these handicrafts himself.

By the afternoon, the shaped pottery had been placed in the kiln. My father hadn't fired clay slabs in a long time, so the kiln hadn't been lit for a long time either.

On the contrary, there was never any worry about the chimney getting clogged, because Anda would always make Anglon climb up it a couple of times.

By evening, Aaron had cleaned the cooled pottery and was preparing to sun-dry it for a few days before adding some tea leaves.

Then find a place to bury it.

It is still unknown whether Guilliman has found the clay tablets he buried in Egypt.

There is also a record above that her father had previously said "appoint Guilliman as Emperor of Mankind," but judging from what Little Pete said, her father seemed to have also told her to succeed him.

Sigh, that old man, he can't keep his mouth shut, he's caused so much trouble.

So far, of all the brothers, only Ryan has explicitly expressed his disdain for the throne.

Magnus was probably an academic, but it was hard to tell from Loga; he seemed to be good at everything and always had a sense of composure.

As for the Khan and Dorne, they are not within the scope of consideration. Giving them to them is fine, not giving them to them is also fine.

After considering all factors, Guilliman is probably the most suitable candidate.

But Aaron has already promised Little Pei that he will not participate in the struggle for the throne; let's leave it to fate.

After burying the teapot, which might have been tens of thousands of years old, Aaron returned home and happened to see the withered, pale arm grabbing for food in the kitchen.

It didn't grow a mouth on that hand either; after grabbing food, it would throw it into the dark crevice that it emerged from.

"Hey, that's really tough. It's been so long since I've caught you. Are you Koz or Clarks?"

Aaron found the way his younger brothers met later to be somewhat peculiar.

Not to mention Vokhan, which has only one scale to date.

I haven't even seen the hand in front of me, and I don't know how we communicate except for eating and drinking.

The arm made a very confused gesture; it had no mouth and couldn't speak.

Aaron had no choice but to walk over quietly and count on two fingers:

"The one on the left is Kurtz, and the one on the right is Clarks. I'll know who you are the moment you move a finger."

Fortunately, he could still understand what was being said, and the finger representing Coz trembled violently at the end.

Oh, I see.

"Conrad, Kurtz!"

Aaron picked up the pot that housed his entire hand, held it close to his chest, and shouted his younger brother's name.

The latter was somewhat constrained, wanting to break free but unable to.

“It’s a bit impolite to feed you leftovers every day, even though they’re clean. Why don’t you come out by yourself at mealtimes instead of waiting until evening?”

Aaron held the hand in his arms, his expression serious.

It's not good to sneak out every night. In the past, Lao Wu could turn into a person and eat at the table. Having an extra hand at the table wouldn't have been a problem.

The only thing to worry about is the old man staring at him in horror, wondering how his son could turn human flesh into food.

Cooking human flesh is a form of sterilization, but this thing is still raw, moving, and jumping around!

That's not all; Aaron was worried that his father would actually treat this thing as a dish and take a bite to taste it.

It seems we'll have to add another rule to the family: if you see a human hand on the table, don't try to eat it; that's not food!

Coz's little hands were unable to break free, as if he could not gain his freedom unless he agreed to Aaron's demands.

In the end, I could only flick my wrist as a gesture of nodding.

Aaron then happily put his brother's hand down, thinking that living in the pot all the time wasn't a good idea.

Or maybe we should make a glove.

Having previous experience building robotic arms, it was quite easy to make something the size of a normal arm.

At least the arms that are visible now are no different from those of an ordinary person, not the size of those big guys from the original body.

Soon the little hand showed a desire to return to its own time, and Aaron had no choice but to let it go.

Currently, apart from the donkey, no one else has returned to the house. I've been sleeping more often lately because I'm not sleepy at all.

Aaron then began to make a device specifically for Coz's little hands, so that at least he could take them out shopping and not have to stay at home waiting to eat leftovers.

If all else fails, just hang it on your father and say that he has phantom limb syndrome and always feels like he has a third hand.

An elderly father should contribute something to the family, not to mention his worthless pride.

Otherwise, he would really only be good for nothing.

If Marum were to come back now and see these custom-made gloves, he might remark, "Is this a coffin for your hands?"

Aaron even thought that imitating Marum's way of complaining might be Marum's way of expressing himself directly, rather than being sarcastic.

He was a little curious. Would Guilliman speak to his brothers like that? It certainly wasn't the first time.

Aaron started to feel sleepy as no one returned home until almost midnight, but he didn't need to worry about their safety.

After all, his elderly mother was still hanging in the sky. If anything happened to her, the world would change drastically and thunder would roar.

Aaron slept soundly until sunrise the next day, but when still no one returned, he began to worry.

But after cooking for himself, he waited in front of the pot where Koz's little hand had appeared yesterday and tapped the bottom of the pot.

Fortunately, the promise I made last night came true, and the child really did appear just in time for breakfast.

"That's more like it. Hiding isn't a good habit. We're all family. Even our father dares to sit at the dinner table openly. You only have one hand, not some demon's claw. Be confident!"

Just like coaxing a child to do early childhood education every morning, Aaron watched as the little hands finished grabbing the food and disappeared before he prepared to go out to see what had happened to his father.

I asked around among passersby before heading out, only to discover that the competition last night had inexplicably added a night fishing element.

It seems that the temple priests themselves suggested it. Apparently, when the priests were inspecting the area yesterday at noon, they found that the top-ranked contestants were behaving in an extremely arrogant and disrespectful manner.

It is recommended to start night fishing at the same time.

Fishing also requires endurance, and given that followers of other gods are not doing well in Macedonia, it's clear they're being targeted. So when the priestess spoke, the king naturally agreed.

After hearing these words, Aaron slapped his forehead. Oh no, it must have been that his father had offended his mother too much when he encountered her on patrol.

To find out exactly what happened at the time, we can probably only ask after everything is over.

The mother must have seen the father's inhuman behavior.

At that moment, even the best filters would shatter; all I could think about was how to kill that bastard.

Sigh, I'm rushing to the river now, hoping to see my father's body, not his rotting corpse.

When we arrived at the competition area, there were actually very few spectators nearby, unlike the dense crowds of the first competition.

Aaron didn't search for long before he saw his old father standing to the side with a long face.

After all, the automatic fishing machine next to him was quite conspicuous.

"Father, I brought some food."

Aaron brought the leftovers from the morning. He had eaten so many leftovers; it was time for the old man to have some too.

Then he sat down next to his cynical, world-destroying father and asked him what had happened.

Then the old father spoke:

"I was just saying a few words of sentimentality. This wooden box is really comfortable to hold in my arms. At least it won't bite me like your mother does."

"Then I just sat here in the wind all night, Aaron, do you think your mom's lost her mind?"

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Aaron didn't know how to answer the question, after all, he wasn't married yet.

Seeing his son's blank expression and speechless silence, the old father patted Aaron's shoulder with a sorrowful expression and slumped to his feet.

His back had become much more hunched, and he really looked like a little old man.

"Aaron, be careful of love, it can bring misfortune."

Anda left behind this proverb, packed up his automatic fishing machine, carried it on his back, and held a fish basket in one hand. Although he returned with a full catch, the pain in his heart could not be filled even by the fish jumping in his hand.

Aaron was caught off guard by his father's sudden change of heart, and he found himself unable to speak about the things he had wanted to ask his father.

Oh no, I've been scammed!

The father may have suffered a bit from the mother's torment, but by his nature, he should have enjoyed it, at most complaining a bit.

Instead of the current melancholy and sorrow, where even walking seems to be a stumbling, and the surrounding environment, including the desolate fallen leaves, seems to be stuck.

It's not like we're rehearsing a play.

This is the old man's clever escape plan!

Even if Aaron had something important to do, could he possibly inflict further torment on a mentally unstable old man?

Hopefully, the old man won't have to put on a pitiful act to get away with being beaten by his brothers in the future.

Aaron caught up with his father in a few steps, and only when he reached his father's side did the jerky, blurry imagery of the surrounding environment fade away.

"Father, did you just use psionic energy? Why did you do that?"

Adachi's hair was blown by the wind, his beard was unshaven, and his eyes were unfocused.

"You don't understand, this is temperament."

"Oh right, make some more food at home, the food I made this morning is getting cold."

The old man quickly reverted to his unrestrained demeanor, raising the fish basket high like Zeus wielding a thunderbolt:

"Here, use these fish I caught. By the way, did you have Peturabo make this machine?"

"Cough cough cough, I want to reward him!"

Aaron quickly snatched the fish basket from his father's hands, telling him that he was a grown man and shouldn't make a scene on the street, doing things that would attract attention from passersby.

"Then we'll have to wait until noon. Angron and Marum haven't come back since they left, so I'll have to go look for them again this morning."

Anda looked displeased, and the old father said fiercely: