Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

From now on, we won't need to cook anymore; we can just feed the old man raw food.

As long as he can fill his stomach, and the food isn't too bad, he can eat it. In fact, because of his immortality, he doesn't have to worry about poisoning anyone.

After swallowing the vegetable leaves, Anda became more sensitive and squinted as she scrutinized her butler:

"Were you thinking of anything that could harm me?"

Marum's expression was resolute, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination, as if he were about to face the most brutal battlefield. He said:

"Yes."

There's no way around it, extreme warriors never lie.

Anda became furious and started jumping up and down, like a little kid whose parents wouldn't buy him a toy:

"Thought Imprint! From now on, I will definitely imprint the thoughts of all Astartes!"

Marum said regretfully, "My lord, this is the constraint that you, in the future, would least want to impose on humanity."

You've already said all the good and bad things, so what can I say?

Enraged, Anda felt a surge of anger coursing through his chest, causing his face to swell with real rage. Finally, he stretched his hand towards the sky in a pitiful manner, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, dying instantly.

Xiao An finally snapped out of her drowsy state and glared at him:

"Wow, Dad's furious."

In the room, Aaron also woke up and stretched comfortably.

It turns out that staying in bed late feels really good; laziness really does bring immense comfort. I just need to control how often I do it, so I don't end up like my father, a complete pig.

Otherwise, he would worry that there might be some Astartes animal image that is a pig in the future.

The swelling on Anda's face, which had been lying there for a short time, quickly subsided. He got up from the ground and hurriedly told them to cook.

The family wouldn't stay in this small border town for long; they still had to get to the capital of Babylon.

Aaron's grandfather's grave is there, but I don't know if it can still be found after so many years of changes.

As the group sat down at the table to eat, Aaron asked curiously:

"Father, did you leave any markers for Grandfather's grave? What if we cry at the wrong grave later—"

Anda slammed his hand on the table: "What are you saying? How could I make a mistake about something so important? You need to watch your mouth. That's your grandfather. Don't spread any impolite ideas!"

Xiao An didn't think about it that much, and simply asked:

"Dad, will Grandpa eat these bland dishes I made?"

Adachi leaned back in his chair, one foot raised and resting on the seat, looking every bit the thug.

"It's good enough that the old man has something to eat. It's just a ritual, not like we're actually digging him up and stuffing food inside."

He even got excited by that sentence, since Aaron had always called him an old man behind his back.

Today, Anda realized that he could also call his father "old man"!

Besides, his father had died long ago, so no one would kick him in the butt if he called him whatever he wanted.

This is one aspect in which I surpass Aaron—I win!

As long as you are good at discovering, you can summarize more aspects of winning. You are truly a human role model who is even better than Asia!

Thinking of this, Anda unconsciously put on a silly smile, which made Aaron quickly wink at Xiao An, telling him not to look at his father and to focus on eating, so as not to be infected by this silly smile.

After the family finished packing, they were about to set off again in the afternoon. Just as they finished packing their luggage, the door to the small courtyard was pushed open, and two Quatland guards led in a man dressed as a local official.

"This is the family. They have hand tools when inspecting luggage, so they can be sent to the capital as artisans."

The guard pointed at Aaron's family and, without asking any questions, went straight to explaining to the officials.

"That should be enough people, so we don't have to worry about the people from the capital causing us trouble."

At this moment, an official stepped forward, a formulaic smile on his face, and removed his hat to greet him.

"I am Bordeaux, an official in charge of conscription in Quatland. Because His Majesty the King is building wonders, skilled craftsmen have been conscripted from all over the country and assigned tasks. Quatland has enough slaves to carry materials and do hard labor, but it lacks skilled craftsmen."

"If you are willing to go to the kingdom as craftsmen of Quatland and participate in the construction of the wonders, His Majesty the King will surely reward you handsomely after the work is completed, and we in Quatland will also treat you as honored guests."

Bordeaux was a kind-looking middle-aged man with a broad face. He was a little overweight and not in good shape, with his belly bulging slightly in front of his clothes.

They are the kind of ordinary person you would never suspect, making you think they are just like any other person you would see in everyday life.

However, he explained the important matters clearly in just a few words.

The consequences of Quatland failing to hand over a sufficient number of artisans, or the calamities that would result if the wonders were not properly completed, were not mentioned.

Anda, however, ignored everything and cheekily leaned over to ask:

"Do you care about the food?"

Aaron grabbed the old man by the waist and pulled him back, letting Xiao An carry his father back into the house first.

It's not that the old man is completely indifferent to the risks behind this, but rather that he wants to avoid being in the public eye for too long.

So, an adult was dragged back by a three- or four-year-old child, leaving Bordeaux speechless.

Bordeaux's eyelids twitched. He had just felt that the old father of this family had a special kind of charm. Was he seeing things?

How could he have such thoughts about a slovenly old man?

He couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly:

"Your brother is quite strong, huh? Looks like you're the one in charge of your family. Shall we sit down and talk?"

Marum rearranged the tables and chairs, and stood behind Aaron like an iron tower, which made the two guards next to Bordeaux feel insecure.

Even though they still had spears in their hands, they felt as if the strong man would break them in half like toothpicks if they tried to pierce through them.

Bordeaux sat down and felt awkward.

They came to recruit craftsmen, and they themselves were officials, so why couldn't they act arrogantly in front of this family?

Aaron poured them each a cup of tea and asked with a smile:

"The wonder the king wants to build is said to be a garden, so he should hire a gardener. If it's still under construction, the most important thing is to find some people who understand architectural design."

“We just make small handicrafts, which don’t play a big role.”

Bordeaux took a sip of tea and felt that something was wrong with the taste, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The taste flowed between his tongues, like some kind of thread of fate connecting life and death.

Does this tea taste like death?

He quickly put down his teacup and explained:

"We need to make small-scale handicrafts. The wonder the king wants to build is a hanging garden. At least from a distance, it should look like it's in the air. Now many master craftsmen are worried about how to build it. Someone came up with a solution: since the wonder will cover a large area and require many craftsmen, we can recruit craftsmen in advance to study it together and make a small model of the hanging garden."

"Once the feasibility is established, then we can discuss how to build the real wonder."

From the window behind them came Anda's roar: "The Hanging Gardens must be in the air!"

Chapter 511 The Median Kingdom and Babylon (3K)

Marum was quick-witted and turned around to close the window.

Bordeaux looked at Aaron, puzzled, and asked, "Did your father shout something just now? Does he have some idea?"

Aaron shook his head and laughed, "That old man used to make clay tablets. He made money by carving characters on clay tablets for people, because he could read. He knew nothing about architecture."

After the window was closed, the noise inside decreased significantly, leaving only faint sounds like, "Architectural design, big is good! Gold is strong!"

It is possible that a king might suddenly have the idea to build a kingdom made entirely of gold, which in the original history would very well have been just a small object.

Just like ivory chopsticks, if even this small item is made of gold, then wouldn't all other food, clothing, and daily necessities be even more luxurious?

Therefore, countless legends about the Golden Kingdom have been passed down to later generations.

King Nebuchadnezzar at this time was the same; he simply wanted to build a large garden that would appear to float in the air from a distance.

Whether it's through visual effects or some other method, the foundation must exist. After all, the king wasn't stupid; he knew that a second floor must have a first floor to be a second floor.

It's not like we're actually building a rooftop garden.

The client has only made such a simple request, surely it can be fulfilled?

Perhaps in the king's eyes, he thought, "I have been so reasonable. If you craftsmen can't come up with a solution, you can forget about losing your heads."

However, there was a problem: the artisans of this era still couldn't figure out how to make the garden appear to be in the air from the outside.

They devised several plans and considered them in their minds, but none of them seemed feasible, and they dared not present them to the king.

So the artisans in the capital thought to themselves, "I've been thinking about this so much that my hair is almost falling out. If I were to tell the king directly that this can't be done, I might lose my head too."

If I am not doing well, the other craftsmen cannot do well either. So I reported to the king that when the country sends out laborers, it should also send its local craftsmen.

At worst, we'll all lose our heads together; the more people who die, the less alone we'll be on the road.

There was even a glimmer of hope: design an impossible sky garden, build it halfway, and then blame all the mistakes on the out-of-town craftsmen.

Bordeaux naturally wouldn't explain these behind-the-scenes details to Aaron. He simply mentioned that the recruitment of craftsmen was carried out at the king's behest, and briefly mentioned that the craftsmen of the capital were the ones who facilitated this matter.

Aaron, having figured out the intricacies of the project, began to ponder how to build a structure that resembled a hanging garden, with the only person currently reviewing it being the king.

The artisans in the capital were trying to drag more people into the mess precisely because they dared not report the difficulty of the matter to the king.

So the key is to make the king believe that this is a hanging garden.

Aaron wasn't opposed to participating in the design of the Hanging Gardens, since, according to his father, all the human armies of this era combined wouldn't be enough to defeat Marum alone.

As a result, the family members had a blind confidence no matter where they went, and they were never at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

The officials who were originally prepared to use a tough stance to conscript the family arrived, but before they could even utter a harsh word, they obediently sat down to drink tea and explain the situation clearly.

They seemed to realize that being able to sit there and have a cup of tea was simply because Aaron was treating them as guests out of politeness.

If they did anything dangerous or said anything, the king wouldn't even need to take their heads; that strong man would be enough to smash them all into the ground with his fists.

This thought had been lingering in the minds of the guards and officials ever since they saw Marum forced to smile at the guests under Aaron's pressure.

"Okay, I understand. Shall we leave this afternoon?"

Aaron waved his hand in front of the stunned Bordeaux, who quickly replied:

"Okay, okay—I'll go back and register the list right away."

Bordeaux stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair, and as he hurriedly left, he didn't forget to turn back at the door and repeat: