600 BCE, Terran Empire, Thebes.
Anda Wei, your son is truly handsome. If he were to participate in the chariot races of Thebes, he would surely come out on top.
"Of course, if you were to personally take the field, I think even the noblewomen of Athens would go crazy for you, oh, my Anda."
The wife of the city lord, as a woman, is trying to stick her fat body to the man who is baking clay tablets. Meanwhile, the "son of Anda Wei", Aaron Wei, who was leaning against the wall drowsily recently, has been somewhat sleepy lately.
In dreams, there is always someone shouting loudly, "Where is the father! Humanity needs him!"
Whenever Aaron wants to communicate with the people in his dreams, there will always be countless colors twisting his dreams and driving him out.
He vaguely remembers the person opposite him, or rather, the demigod?
That man, towering over two men, his entire body seemingly crafted by the most renowned sculptor of Athens into a perfect form, wearing a white robe with an olive wreath atop his head, looked melancholic and asked where his father was.
How ridiculous, you come to ask me when you can't find your father?
Judging from the situation, this big guy seems to have encountered an extremely difficult predicament and is seeking help.
If they can't find their father, even his relics would be enough to turn the tide of the battle.
Would the offspring of a demigod wield Zeus's thunder to defeat those Titan demons?
In the end, the demigod struggled to say his name, it seemed to be something like "Radiant Tower". It seems to be a busy time for the ritual of the tower.
Aaron shook his head, finally waking up, he just couldn't understand the accent of that man.
He was around seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, his upper body bare, draped only in a loincloth made of animal skin.
His father said it was the hide of a Miami Giant Lion, found in the tomb of Heracles.
Otherwise, Aaron thought he would go naked until adulthood, thanks to his mother's persistent insistence on him wearing something.
So his father had a big production, spending the whole night, and upon returning, he held these stitched hides in his arms.
Each time he grows a year older, his father would mend and patch the loincloth made of animal skin.
Aaron guessed that his father had probably randomly taken a lion skin from one of the noblewomen who were chasing him, who were the hunters.
His father never cared about him. When he was young, he used to just throw him into the river to bathe, and he would be carried away for kilometers before crawling ashore, spitting water out, and it was something commonplace.
Anda Wei is not a father who knows how to take care of his child.
He is just a blacksmith in Thebes, who occasionally helps the city people burn clay tablets inscribed with writing.
The mother also couldn't bear the father's impulsiveness and stayed in the northern kingdom of Macedonia as a female priestess.
It's really strange. People in Athens say that a priest must be male or female child.
Aaron yawned and stood up, stretching his body that had never been exercised but possessed an exceptionally muscular and handsome figure.
Just that the woman's eyes never left his father's body.
The man with dark skin, calloused fingers, and coarse linen clothes that were dirty and ragged, looked like an old man.
Zeus, how could such a man capture the hearts of noblewomen?
Could the arrows of Eros be made by his father and tampered with?
He shook his head, touched his shaved head, and enviously looked at his father's long shoulder-length hair.
He finally spoke:
"Madam Leda, the carriage of the city lord will pass here in ten minutes."
Leda only reluctantly left Anda's arms, those muscular and powerful arms that seemed capable of lifting ten of her up.
She combed her hair, revealing a smile that was physically uncomfortable, and took out several Staters from her bosom, on which Heracles' head was exactly printed.
"Aaron!" Leda called out loudly. "Take care of your father!"
"That deadbeat will be back later today, the Roman envoy has arrived, but you reminded me, young man. I have to prepare the evening banquet."
Aaron skillfully pocketed these Staters, which would be enough for the family expenses for the next few months, equivalent to ten years' income of his father's blacksmith shop.
Aaron imitated the gestures of the warriors in the arena who had just finished their battles and saluted with a smile:
"Naturally, Madam. Rest assured, I won't let any damage come to my father's hide."
Aaron turned his head and looked back at his father's slightly stooped, thin body, thinking, perhaps that's what people like.
Ah, Mother, our family can only survive on my father's beauty.
Thankfully, it's not yet time for me to sell my beauty.
Aaron was so glad and accompanied Leda out.
He had many questions and tried to ask:
"Madam's family name is Leda, but the city lord's family name is Minondas. Why is it still called Madam Leda?"
"Today, Leda is in a good mood. She came to the roadside, climbed onto the carriage prepared by the servants, turned around and stuffed her plump body inside, only showing her head and face, with flesh bulging everywhere, laughing: "
"If I were to marry your father, I would willingly become a member of the Wei family. Unfortunately, my husband and I are merely a cold political marriage, just as I cannot prevent him from going to the brothel for pleasure. We only need to maintain face."
Aaron asked next, "But, I've heard the rumors around the market that you don't care much for your father and have cursed him several times for not dying yet, calling him an old thing."
The woman's face changed and she spoke coldly: "I am loyal to the Leda family, not to the worthless man who shares the same father's name with me. That old man is just my biological father."
"Little brat, that's not something you should worry about. However, since it's your father, I'll look into those heiresses for you and see if there's anyone suitable for you. Hahaha."
The woman, pretending to giggle softly, disappeared behind the curtain.
Aaron retreated, watching the carriage gradually leave, then returning to the house.
"Father, father? Alright, you always don't care about me. But—today you have to listen to me. My sleepiness is getting worse and worse. If Mother were here, she would be preparing some herbal medicine for me by now. Not like you, fiddling with these clay tablets. By the way, what's for dinner tonight?"
He was arrogant, but when he reached his father's side, his tone had already weakened down to a weak and feeble voice, like a little cub facing a lion. All he could do was huff and puff.
Finally, his father stood up and took out the clay tablet that had been formed into shape with his bare hands.
Turning around, his father's face, that of an ordinary, unremarkable Asia Minor man, showed no change in expression. He spoke coldly:
"Just catch some fish, and buy some spices to roast."
Aaron sighed helplessly: "Alright, we're eating fish again. I've almost caught all the fish in the area."
He deeply suspected that his father had only started learning to fish a few years ago and hadn't caught a single fish, which is why he had started liking fish.
Aaron walked into the house, put away his wooden fishing spear and picked up a bamboo basket.
"And, Father, remember to ask the noblewomen who are chasing you if any of them know medicine. I'd rather take medicine than be touched by a priestess at some god's shrine."
Aaron never expected a response; he just didn't feel comfortable with silence.
And Father, apart from food, he rarely talks to me.
It wasn't until the moment his foot was about to step out of the door that a voice from within the house rang out;
"By the way, in your dreams, what did you see?"
Aaron happily turned around, this was the first time in months that his father had answered any of his other questions. With a trembling voice, he said:
"It was, a demigod, no, even a god-like figure. He asked me where his father was. I suspect it's Ares, but how can the gods of Olympus not know where the great Zeus is?"
