"Prepare 50 denarii of silver, for his father is worth the money."
Dalit instructed without expression, then looked at Andra with compassion.
"Your son does not love you, but you need not worry about the future."
He expected to see anger, bitterness, and confusion in Andra's eyes.
He had made a new yellow fur hat with lion mane, which he planned to wear on his head to disguise himself as a majestic lion.
Enjoy your charm.
The silver is not a big issue.
These Roman spies stand no chance against Auster's battle-axe; that fellow has been blessed by the gods, having once killed a Nile crocodile and an hippopotamus all by himself.
Therefore, Dalit had no intention of sparing these two from the start, it was just a matter of changing to a more honorable death.
Auster will chop off their heads, and Dalit will ask to keep Aaron's head, hanging over the bed to oversee everything happening on the bed.
That feeling would be so wonderful.
By that time, Andra in my arms would surely cry and stumble with tearful eyes, a sight that I would find both pitiful and adorable.
Dalit casually left, not minding to wait a bit longer.
After all, the ceremony for welcoming the ritual is approaching, and it's better not to give Auster any more trouble. That guy always likes to pick a fight.
Then, he would kill a few of his beloved retainers and servants and chop off their heads.
After Dalit left, everything fell into an eerie silence once more.
Marrum dared not look at either of the two, for he couldn't afford to anger either of them.
Dalit's servant brought 50 denarii of silver, placed in a small box.
Marrum was accustomed to carrying luggage on his journey, so when Aaron twisted his mouth slightly, Marrum casually took it over, not realizing that it was the money for his servitude to the emperor.
Approximately 4.5 kg of silver can save the lives of four convicts sentenced for blasphemy.
Aaron opened the box, exclaiming in admiration and clenching his fists inwardly. Good heavens, he managed to get a good price for his father's servitude.
And the bald priest will be busy with religious rituals, so he won't do anything disrespectful to my father.
It seems that the priest Auster is a war maniac, and he might just be the war demon they are looking for!
Marrum closed the box, and another servant brought over Dalit's guard armor and weapons.
After all, it needs to be done in full.
The three were arranged in the same tent, according to Dalit's words, this is his kindness and mercy.
To give Andra a chance to say goodbye to the past.
"Marrum, do you know what you have in your hands?"
Andra's face was dark, and the lack of tact in the Night Guards wasn't a good thing. Although Dorn was stubborn, at least he knew how to recognize priorities.
What about Kiriaman? His behavior style once led his other sons to suspect that the Night Guards had staged a rebellion.
Marrum respectfully said: "Sir, it is 50 denarii of silver. According to the current purchasing power, it is enough for you and Aaron to enjoy a good life in Egypt."
Andra slapped the table:
"You swear to serve me! And now you're selling me like this!"
He now desperately needs seven wolves, an artifact that will repair the relationship between father and son in 2,600 years.
Marrum hurriedly knelt down but said nothing.
He had already understood that dealing with these matters that criticize the Emperor's lips and tongue should be left to Aaron.
The conflict between Uncle and Grandpa is a family affair.
His father is only the thirteenth son, and why should a grandson meddle in such matters?
Oh, he's not really a grandson.
Aaron started to protect his nephew:
"What's all this shouting about? Throughout your life, even when you were angry, you haven't talked to me much. This time, you scared someone else; can't you just talk to me directly?"
Andra's mouth seems to be stuck when it comes to referring to an object with the word "son".
The sons behind are all lost in the outside world and picked up when they grew up.
During the disciplinary times, Old Horse was always watching. With scoldings and beatings, it all came together.
He became uncomfortable, suspecting that he couldn't communicate normally with his son. Perhaps it was because of the future battle with Horus that caused countless versions of himself to be affected.
It's a genetic issue——
Andra became firm. The future requires the Primarchs to act as tools, and he cannot hesitate because of the present.
Even if the future wants to deceive Erda to return and help himself.
He decided to directly ignore Aaron's question and started:
"Let's get back to the main topic. Auster is most likely the embodiment of the war demon we are looking for."
Marrum finally found a topic he could talk about and respectfully said:
"Sir, as soon as the location is confirmed, I will directly destroy the demon's anchor in reality."
Andra said with a cold look:
"You think you're Tytus? Although your performance isn't bad, when I'm bored, I find it like watching a bunch of blurry, pixelated combat scenes."
"But the demon who intervened in the early civilization development of Terra, who could influence reality before a storm in subspace had even begun, possesses extraordinary power."
Marrum confidently said, "That's why its power in the real world cannot be too great. Its anchor in reality is still just a mortal."
Andra's voice became even colder:
"The Night Guards are always so optimistic about the situation, which is why I didn't want to say anything when Kiriaman jumped in without hesitation."
"Listen up, that thing is very cautious, we can't give away our hand. Do as I plan."
Aaron can understand that the Subspace is the domain of demons.
As for Kiriaman's jumping in, he couldn't understand it, as if it was something that would happen in the future.
It has nothing to do with him.
Aaron complained:
"Father, I am following your plan and buying time to seek clues. You see, we were able to so smoothly obtain information about Auster today, not because of my choice?"
"And now you're fine, not lying on that priest's bed."
Andra's face, which had just calmed down, turned pale again.
"Enough! Now rest. If you have a dream tonight, dreaming of those traitors, do not bring back anything randomly!"
"This world is fair; there is a cause for every effect!"
"But I am not a fair trade item, sons. I need to start psychological preparation now to be able to bear the thought of abandoning you."
Andra sat in a corner of the tent with a gloomy face.
Marrum looked at Aaron, who was also unhappy.
This father really can't even speak a human word.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep. My brother talks nicely and knows how to take care of me, covering for me to leave."
Aaron also turned over and fell asleep loudly.
Only Marrum lay silently in the middle.
"Father Ah, the great Kiriaman, please bless me so that I can complete the task smoothly."
As for the reason why the prayer isn't directed towards the Emperor, it can be attributed to the deep love and respect he has for his father.
Hmm, during Marrum's first few days, he still continued Asteth's daily prayer every day. Then Andra would wake up from sleep in a moody state, asking him to go away.
And he would also swear at those prayer documents, blaming the idiots who wrote them. The sound of them being recited in his mind was like the snoring of the fool Rus after drinking and falling asleep, endless and endless!
