Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

A day earlier, after waking up, he discovered that they had already arrived in Yunu. The city already had a strong Athenian style, with relatively tall city walls and temples built with arched Doric columns.

These are the oldest and simplest columns. It is said that people in Asia Minor are studying how to add more patterns or change the style of these columns to show their beauty.

In Rome, they were even considering building a temple with an arched dome.

When there's no war, these architectural artists tend to create wonders where bigger is better and bigger is stronger.

Aaron's last memory of this knowledge was that before his mother left, an architectural artist had tried to secretly sketch his father's sleeping posture with his painter friend, intending to build a human-shaped pillar in that form.

This image was to be used to renovate the temple of the Mother Priestess.

Then they were beaten up by their mother and father together.

My mother probably hated that she could see that old man whenever she looked up, while my father probably didn't want the world to see his sleeping posture.

Aaron was lost in thought. This experience of a double dream had left his mind in a state of flux, and he needed to concentrate to recover.

So much so that the fish in the pot are still swimming and blowing bubbles. Damn it, why didn't they scale and bleed it before throwing it in?

He frantically scooped the fish out, watching the poor little fish wriggling and jumping in his hands.

Marum came over and gently broke off the fish's head. He had seen some hideous fish-like aliens and heard about the heroic deeds of his ancestors who had spent more than ten years chopping fish on certain alien planets.

"Aaron, what are you hiding in there for! Let Marum get the fish, you come and start the fire. This time it's all new, those market stall women won't even take my money. Haha, now we don't have to eat those wild grasses and vegetables."

Anda called out to his son in the yard. His beard had grown back because no one had taken care of him for the past few days. In a while, he would be back to his slovenly appearance.

Marum took over the work at the stove and whispered before Aaron left:

"It was the master who threw a live fish in there when you weren't looking. Don't doubt whether you've lost some memories."

Aaron's dazed thoughts suddenly snapped back to reality, and he angrily rolled up his sleeves and stormed outside.

Once outside, my father was setting up a barbecue grill and then using his clay-making skills to create a stove-like shape.

Aaron brought over some firewood and examined the thing:

“Father, what is this? I thought you only knew how to mix mud, smooth it, and then carve words. I never imagined you could make a stove.”

"I only learned how to make clay tablets from you, but you didn't teach me any of your other skills."

Anda patted the surface of the clay and said with a smile:

“The only methods I ever taught you were these. I mainly wanted to see if you would pee and play in the mud. But you never did that, so I lost interest in teaching you anything else.”

Aaron's face darkened, and he was about to retort when he heard his father continue:

“You were about four years old then. I made a bet with Erda that you wouldn’t pee in the mud, and obviously, I lost.”

"Then I had to make her a bracelet myself. It was actually gold-plated iron, but the woman couldn't tell the difference, hehe."

Aaron's description of his parents' love no longer evoked any emotional response.

He breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, his mother wasn't crazy and had raised him well when he was young.

"Once it dries a little, we can light a fire. The room we're renting is very close to Yunu's temple. In a few days, there will be a festival of Osiris, the god of wine, which is essentially about fueling public opinion and then mobilizing troops."

Anda spouts some strange truths, which sometimes seem completely unrelated to his seemingly unreliable demeanor.

Aaron lit the firewood and asked curiously:

"Father, can the Dionysian festival really accelerate the pace of war? Why was the Dionysian festival in Athens all about pleasure-seeking?"

"As long as the people here don't step on the fruit and pulp, it's fine."

Anda's hands never stopped; he was installing the outer frame of the stove, and in a rare display of paternal affection and filial piety, he answered Aaron's questions:

"Humans are creatures driven by desires and emotions, which is not necessarily bad, but it needs to be guided. If a prosperous and peaceful region is about to face war, then it is necessary to stir up people's emotions. It would be best to hold some bloody sacrificial ceremonies, martial arts competitions, and so on on the spot."

“Under deliberate guidance, people tend to obey orders and vent their emotions. Even if reason tells them that if Egypt moves north, it will face encirclement by Macedonia, Rome, or even its old rival Persia.”

Aaron yawned and said, "I think it's best to just lie at home doing nothing. So you're going to the Osiris festival? The Egyptian god of wine is different from the one in the north. They're not as indulgent."

Anda laughed loudly: "Who can tell the difference between Dionysus and Isilis, the variant of Osiris, now? The important thing is alcohol, child, that's the key. What determines the mind and soul has always been matter."

Marum, who was cleaning fish in the kitchen, looked up. This seemed to be the origin of "Imperial Truth".

How many key time points has he recorded?

Macedonia, Temple of the Sun.

Erda sneezed, glanced at the weather, and realized it wasn't yet the season for cooler temperatures. She looked at the bracelet on her arm, knowing it was fake, but didn't care.

As long as this bracelet represents that I beat Anda once, that's enough.

However, because of this bracelet, touching it evoked emotions.

She remembered the time when she let her son go a whole day without water when he was little. Kids are resilient, it wasn't a big deal.

Chapter 47 The Astounding Wisdom of Anda and Vashtor

Aaron, who had successfully started a fire, lay under the stove, blowing hard on it without worrying about getting his face covered in soot.

My father was unreliable in other areas, but when it came to mixing mud, no one could find fault with him.

He even designed a technique that Marum called a duct when making this clay stove to ensure that the smoke from the combustion would not leak out.

It sounds like the duty of Helios, the god of craftsmen.

Aaron looked at his father expectantly: "Father, can you teach me these things too? Although I consider myself skillful, there are many things I have to learn and understand before I can make them."

Anda patted his muddy hands and casually said:

"Don't you see your brothers in your dreams? I vaguely remember there are a few skilled craftsmen among them. You can learn from them when the time comes."

He looked at his son and said earnestly:

"Besides, it's useless for you to learn these things. Human society and civilization at present do not support you to make any exquisite objects, nor will they improve your standard of living."

Upon hearing this, Aaron began to complain:

"I can teach my younger brothers instead!"

“Guilliman and Loga are adults now, but they’re both busy. One is taking care of your mess, and the other still has his own world to settle down. Both of them have to deal with those demons.”

"Chagatai is still young. Although he is taller than me, he is only four years old."

"What if the younger brothers in my dreams get smaller and smaller, or even remain as infants? I'll have to learn more to teach them."

Anda fell into deep thought, which was unusual for him, and certainly not a good thing. For Aaron, when his father started to think, it was usually his mother who frowned and sighed, indicating that his father was about to have some bad idea, and a particularly stubborn one at that.

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't talk, don't open your mouth. Let's finish dinner tonight, and then go see what's going on with the Dionysian festival here this evening."

Aaron acted decisively, stopping his father's thoughts from going any further.

Anda washed his hands, rubbed his thick beard, walked to the gate of the courtyard, leaned against the wall, and muttered:

“If the eldest brother can help watch the child in the dream, then I will have more reasons to persuade Erda to have the child for me in the future.”

“Erda thinks I’m unreliable, but how could her son be unreliable? Besides, I’m not that unreliable, so why do all those brats have a problem with me?”

Aaron didn't hear his father's "reflection" and hurriedly told Marum to bring over the prepared ingredients.

Cook normally in the kitchen pot, and take out any leftover food to experience the new design of the stove.

Marum steadily carried out an entire table, examining His Majesty's "invention".

This appears to be a new type of oven that prevents smoke and flying debris from contaminating the food while maintaining sufficient temperature for baking, thus preserving the food's texture to the greatest extent possible.

He couldn't keep up with the praise any longer, after all, extreme warriors aren't good at flattery.

To an efficiency-obsessed perfectionist, a flat pan, brushed with oil, and either frying or grilling will yield the same result.

It's a pity that Father will never be able to have such joyful family moments with His Majesty.

Anda came back and pushed Aaron aside: "Go put out the food, I'll watch the stove."

Aaron muttered, "The fire's all started, now all we need to do is add more wood. If you want me to do something, just say so, instead of making up excuses."

Anda remained unfazed: "Controlling the heat is the key. If you burn it, we'll be starving tonight. By the way, what era and region is this proverb from? My memories of the future are a bit too complicated; they keep flooding my brain."

On the other side of the table, Marum looked at Aaron, who was focused on arranging the food, with envy. The Primarchs must all envy this older brother.

Although he had no right to comment on His Majesty's parent-child relationship, at least the father and son were together. Moreover, without the constraints of a monarch-subject relationship and the goal of the Great Expedition, Marum's reaction was the same as Guilliman's: he felt it wasn't so bad.

As the sun gradually sets, huge torches are lit throughout Yunu City, along with bonfires in various neighborhoods. The bustling streets outside and the lively atmosphere of life among the people create a comforting ambiance.

The three sat down at the table. On the other side, instead of chairs, there was a huge feeding trough, reserved for the fifth donkey.

Marum was very attentive to the cleanliness of the fifth son, and it seems he spent his daily prayer time on maintaining the son's hygiene.

As a result, this old and dirty donkey now appears much cleaner and tidier, and its food has no unpleasant smell, consisting entirely of fresh fodder.

Perhaps tens of thousands of years later it will be a native crop of Holy Terra, the kind that even nobles won't get to eat much of.

"It's been a long time since I dreamed of Chagatai. I only saw him taming White Scar, a huge Chogoris wild horse. I wish he could teach me some riding skills."

Anda grabbed half a piece of fish with his hand, chewing as he spoke:

"Why learn to ride a horse? We only have one donkey at home, and it's always on Marum's back. Should I use a pun?"

Aaron asked in confusion, "Hmm?"

Anda waved his hand, indicating that nothing was wrong: "It's nothing, just some strange thoughts drifting through my mind."

"You don't need to learn to ride a horse, and you don't know how to drive a car either. You go to watch other people's competitions just to see girls your age wearing long robes that only show their arms during festivals."

Aaron, enraged, snapped, "Enough! Just eat your food!"

Anda chuckled and looked at Marum: "You see, young people just don't have a strong mentality. Oh, your father Guilliman was the same."

It seems that among the other directions around the table, only the fifth donkey is unaffected by the mockery, since it doesn't understand human language and is just a stubborn donkey.

“By the way,” Anda’s anthropomorphism was a regression curve, returning to a more appropriate level after a series of rambling remarks: “There will be a market near the Dionysian festival, and some so-called inventors will be tinkering with their gadgets on the side.”

"Aaron, Marum and I are going to gather intelligence. You can wander around as you like, but remember this!"

Anda's gaze turned serious, and Aaron unconsciously sat up straight. Was his father finally going to say something important?

He began, “Don’t waste your money investing in those self-proclaimed inventors. All the money in the house comes from my own earnings, so be careful with it. I’d rather you go after girls with a tan—” He pointed to his skin, “healthy.”

Aaron didn't know how long he had held back before he stopped flipping the table.

After cleaning up the dishes with Marum, she went back to her room to sleep, fuming.

Meanwhile, three kilometers away, in the center of Yunu, beside the Temple of the Sun.