"Except for Kirimin, would I always break the first impression of a new little brother when I meet him?"
Aaron covered his head and got up from the bed, a little sore all over his body, though he could recover soon.
But there was still a lingering sensation of being smashed, making him feel as if his heart was now beating in two pieces.
Even the rhythm on both sides was different.
The tent was lifted, and Aaron looked inside. After gathering intelligence, Marum slowly walked in, too scared to make any noise.
Because Ando was sleeping soundly on the lounge chair outside, occasionally changing his sleeping position and scratching his armpit.
Only after lowering the curtains again did Marum bow respectfully:
"Aaron, I have gathered the intelligence we need. Once the lord wakes up tomorrow, we can start making our plans."
"Being the weaker party in the war, Egypt indeed plans to take advantage of the turmoil in Thebes, to press their army down to Upper Egypt's Thebes, and then further advance northeastward to occupy the passes between the three continents."
Aaron need not worry that his voice would disturb his father, who sleeps soundly and cannot be woken up no matter how loudly he calls.
He exclaimed:
"You say Egypt is going to launch an offensive against Europe and Asia Minor? How is that possible? Their natural environment doesn't have enough metal minerals for weapons making, and their population isn't as large as the north."
"How dare the Pharaoh decide to occupy this central region himself? Just for trade and commerce?"
Marum answered softly, extracting a bundle of papyrus from his chest, which was filled with notes. This was what he took from Dalait's estate before leaving:
"The disadvantages of Egypt are apparent. Therefore, when Thebes of the Athens culture was established in Upper Egypt and attempted to incorporate the gods of the Egyptian culture, Egypt was unable to prevent them. They could commit such foolish actions because—"
"Just as the lord said, there indeed is a war demon stirring up the war."
"I felt the demonic aura that was extremely weak, yet definitely existed."
Extreme Soldiers all have the innate talent to be extremely compatible with a scribe. It is said that if the situation permits, they would even consider taking direct action to help the new planetary governor handle affairs.
Due to the path dependence of five hundred worlds, these planets that have been helped are indeed very much like members of the five hundred worlds.
Of course, these unverified rumors undoubtedly became one of the reasons why the Primarchs didn't trust their brother during the Great Crusade.
"What do you intend to do with your own system, the Thousand Worlds of Otra, in the territories newly conquered by the Empire!"
Will this human empire be ruled by the Emperor or by you Makrog in the future?
Looking at the densely written text in Marum's arms, Aaron even doubted whether the guy had the energy to maintain stability of his upper body while running over here, just to write.
"Alright, put all these notes away. I don't think he'll even want to see them tomorrow, as he hates this kind of stuff. To be honest, even looking at these report texts makes my head spin."
Aaron quickly reached out his hand to decline Marum's attempt to present the reports in front of him.
This stuff, just looking at it is tiring.
"Additionally, there's this strange tone," Aaron jumped off the bed and came to Marum's front, imitating the posture of the report: "This is exactly the same as Roman civil servants. Is it really so tiring for you to speak like this?"
Marum was taken aback and hurriedly said:
"This, this... As Extreme Soldiers, we listen to teachings, follow the sacred texts, and have always done so without feeling any fatigue."
Aaron looked at Marum dumbly, and finally shook his head helplessly.
"Alright, alright, go rest as well. There's still some time until dawn. I'll relay whatever you want to say to my father tomorrow, otherwise he'll have a bad impression of Kirimin again."
"If he becomes so capricious that he doesn't want to have children in the future because of Kiriman's character, that would be a disaster!"
Marum was shocked beyond belief, and even failed to notice that he had lost control over his outward appearance granted by the Emperor, revealing his true form as a Star Soldier.
"How is that possible! By the Emperor's grace, how dare I hear such words!"
Marum immediately knelt down and began to pray.
If their father were to disappear in the future, without the gene pool of primarchs, the Extreme Soldiers would also cease to exist.
Aaron shook his head, concerned, and reached out to comfort the unknown-weighted nephew, sighing:
"Alas, since I realized that I would have a brother in the future, I became more determined to push my parents to reconcile. You can rest assured, my brothers will all be born without exception."
Marum thought, there was no need for that, just don't let the few who mutinied be born?
Internally within the Empire, speculation that the birth of the Primarchs was related to the interdimensional demons has always been top secret.
Marum did not know about these things, but only felt that if half of the rebels were not eliminated, the Empire would not be in such a predicament.
The next morning, Marum was even more gentle and respectful when taking care of Ando.
This was all to gain the Emperor's recognition of the potential of the Extreme Soldiers, to prevent him from having sudden whims. If there are a bunch of rebellious sons in the future, it might be better not to have children at all.
Although the birth of the Primarchs is not yet known to have any direct relationship with human knowledge of production and reproduction, it is still uncertain.
Ando didn't notice any change in Marum's attitude, and in his eyes, Astartes were all the same, like molds in the future. They would be produced in batches.
Only the Imperial Guard were individually crafted, meticulously shaped into perfect human paragons.
Just like, when painting the pieces on a chessboard...
All of which are fully equipped with filling, coloring, and finishing techniques. They would rather be kept in a glass cabinet than worn out at the dining table.
Those are just shaped with colors, and a simple label is attached before they're placed on the table.
Discrimination, people are all the same.
Ando scratched his nose, as soon as he got up, a servant from Dalait's house was sent to clean his body.
The servants had never looked forward to the new day more eagerly, until Ando saw a finger-thick animal skin tube sent over, connecting fresh water and the herbs being mixed.
Clearly, it's not for putting in people's mouths.
Tomorrow is the day to face Ester, Dalait made up his mind to kill Aaron anyway, so he would prepare today.
Tomorrow night, it will be time to enjoy Anda, who has fallen into sadness.
As a priest who adheres to the disease of Sehemet, he naturally knows that the degree of cleanliness and lubrication can effectively prevent cracking and infection.
The servants had made the preparations and asked Anda to lie on a frame covered with white cloth, with a basin placed below and the curtain drawn to shield him.
Aaron curiously smelled the aroma of the herbs, approached and asked:
"Father, why are these things connected by such a tube if they have been brewed? And what's with all the commotion?"
Seeing his son's innocent, naive, and stupid eyes, Anda clenched his fists.
His hair spread out, as if an invisible force blew it up, and then Aaron witnessed his father's hair on fire.
"Marum! Kill all of them!"
Aaron was flustered: "Father, you yourself said not to stir up trouble so as not to disturb that demon! If it escapes, it will be hard to find again."
Anda's eyes also gradually revealed a divine glow, golden lightning flashed between his hair, and he spoke in a suppressed tone:
"Knock them out. I will reshape their memories."
