The father and son seem to have never completed a normal, logical conversation.
Under the tense atmosphere between the two, Anda suddenly spoke:
"Yesterday's roasted fish hasn't been finished. This morning I caught a rabbit, so come and make a hole in it."
Aaron pulled a sour face at his father, tucked away the pen given to him by Loja, and glumly said:
"Why do I always have to do these things? The rabbit is so cute, why do you——"
Click!
Marum had already looked up to see his will and reached out to break the neck of the wild rabbit.
"Lord, these things can be handled by me."
Let the Emperor see, each of our Ultramarines is a fully balanced talent, the descendants of the thirteenth lord will not lose face!
Marum got busy, setting up the simple table and chairs and the barbecue stand in an orderly manner.
With great dexterity, he peeled the skin and started a fire, even fetching wild fruits on the roadside and extracting the juice.
The conditions were poor, and if there were utensils for making fruit wine, it would have been even better.
The wine from Makurag, though not as wild as that from Fenris, is also delicious and aromatic.
Marum had become a regular human, rather than the Astreal who used to kill in and out of the casting world polluted by the warp.
His actions were also driven by personal motives.
So that the Emperor, for a moment, after three million years, might feel that the Space Marines could put down their weapons after the Great Crusade and return to a normal human life, which would be a good thing.
This might also be the key point to avoid the conflict between the Emperor and some primarchs.
Marum himself didn't think that much about it; it was all prepared in advance by the wise man Col, with instructions for him to act in such a way as to preserve the Emperor's humanity four thousand two hundred and sixty years ago.
Wait a minute -
Marum thought of a terrifying result: if Col knew all about the Emperor's "flaws" in his humanity, and the Emperor's nature as a human, clearly had some pettiness.
So, is the wise man Col now facing some form of extreme revenge?
Four thousand years later, the Holy Terra.
The Mechanicum has established a sacred sanctuary to maintain the Golden Throne and selects children with technical talents from the Terra nobility.
The selection process usually involves some form of mechanical technology assessment.
And during the worship of the god of all things, the priests can feel the mechanical resonance from the god of all things and receive enlightenment.
Occasionally, one of the great sages would descend personally to instruct those chosen by the god of all things.
Today, Col the Great Sage was doing just that.
However, these children, the products of close inbreeding among the noble families, with unopened minds and snoty noses to rub their faces on the sage's robe, were Emperor's carefully chosen students.
It was enough to make Col collapse in despair.
His work today was to watch these children play with his precious mechanical constructs, and he couldn't correct their wrong uses.
It didn't matter if the screwdriver was misplaced, as long as force could work miracles, and even if it slipped threads, it would still be okay.
Running the machine wrong or placing it in the wrong position was all the same; it was just a matter of elevated blood pressure.
Oh, his blood pressure values were different from ordinary people, it should be that the pressure and voltage were elevated.
At least after today, he can fix these treasures.
But——
However, the behavior of these children, who cannot control their physiological functions and directly urinate on expensive mechanical components, makes Col's intestinal pipes rumbling loudly.
Fuck, you're done urinating and you're done, I just consider it a pile of phosphorus.
Hey hey!
You went on the tongue! How did you get there!
Humanity is doomed! Terra is doomed!
"My Lord! Emperor! Forgive me! Pardon me!"
"Please do not torment your servant in this way!"
The immobilized sage roared in agony, begging the little brats to not take interest in him.
And the remains on the Golden Throne remained silent forever.
With no one else in the room, no one knows that this is punishment for Col by the Emperor.
While rumors outside the room suggest that Col may be representing the Mechanicum to gain support from the noble families of Terra, and there may be a significant move soon.
The nobles of other factions locally should be vigilant and prepare in advance to meet the unpredictable twists and turns of fate.
Four thousand years ago.
In the first month after Aaron left Thebes, his sleep cycle became more regular, and he no longer dreamed of his brothers.
Perhaps their situation wasn't as critical.
There are twelve days' journey from the Nile River basin, or perhaps three days from now.
Because Marum was manufacturing a device, a carrier that could bring together Anda, Aaron, and the donkey as well as a pile of luggage racks.
Then this celestial guardian will lift it and start running. In theory, he could reach there in a day.
However, the donkey could not bear such a fast pace and threw up several times.
The Emperor's property should be treated with the utmost respect.
Anda went to the nearby town to exchange money, as the currency of Thebes loses value the further south one goes.
So we need to take advantage of the trade caravan at the town before exchanging for a suitable value.
Aaron helped Marum by handing over tools and materials, and Loja gave him a pen knife that was very useful, but Marum refused to use it.
With just the nail of a celestial guardian, most wood could be cut.
Aaron took a sip of the juice and fed a mouthful to the donkey next to him, joked:
"Let me see, you can cook, sew, sharpen tools, even sing and tell stories."
"I think that's very Roman style, they call Zeus Jove. So, Kiriman, the cloak of my brother should also be in Roman style. I hear Romans like to drink and have a good time with their adopted sons. The leaders of legions usually have many adopted sons."
Marum believed that this was a dangerous topic, as he knew that the chaos and corruption that lurked in the emotions of intelligent beings could be unleashed every time they indulged.
He spoke seriously:
"Andaron, humans must follow morality and order. Indulging our desires and seeking out the hunt for the strange will be dangerous, it will turn you into, very terrifying things."
Andaron waved his hand casually, speaking easily:
"Oh, don't worry, I may not become a saint, but I will at least be a good person. It's just that I'm curious about those rumors. According to your information, my brothers are the leaders of their respective legions, and you are their soldiers and sons."
"And according to my understanding of you, your celestial guardians would never be shameless with their fathers. Oh, how hateful, what was I just saying, how could such a thing happen!"
Marum fell into a deep silence, and even the wills of the shadowy gods, which were unshakable, wavered again before Aaron.
He sincerely doubted whether the humanity of the Emperor was something good.
Considering the confusion from the Emperor's eldest son just now, and the fact that almost all primarchs have some form of mental issues, we should give up on this humanity thing!
Marum's silence left Andaron baffled, and his mouth began to stumble:
"You, you, why don't you speak? I'm sorry, Marum, if my words offended you and my brothers. I sincerely apologize."
"But please don't tell me that those things, the sons and their fathers, really happened, those outrageous things?"
Boom!
Marum's frame shattered into pieces as the truth really did happen.
And it happened to the primarchs, the most hated figures among the Ultramarines.
And that is why, once upon a time, there was a special squad of Ultramarines who searched for the reasons behind the Emperor's sons and their primarchs' fall from grace. In the literature of Makurag, there are records of those secret affairs.
(See the actions taken by the Emperor's sons to drive out the demon within Fruity Grim.)
