"Good morning, father, Marium, oh, and you, Old Five. You've been quite still lately. Once I'm done with this time of business, I'll take you for a walk outside."
Aaron woke up from bed, waking up very early today. His father and Marium had not gone to work yet.
Strange, are you waiting to cook for yourself?
In fact, he has become somewhat accustomed to this rhythmic life of family and small talk.
This is a normal family, one that would certainly be proud when the mother returns, knowing that the father has finally taken on his responsibilities!
Anda today prepared to take a bath after a long time, no longer making an appearance in the strange dirty old man's posture.
"I had a dream last night. I am a new me today. Know it? In the future, many humans will use this sentence as an excuse for themselves."
Aaron just yawned, arranging the ingredients, and sighed while doing so:
"I understand, father. I'd rather you tell these things to mother. That's why you'd rather tidy up your strange hair instead of helping me cook."
Anda lifts one side of his long hair, revealing several strange hair branches, and coldly says:
"Look here, all this suffering is for your dear little brothers."
"Today is the time when that war chariot is granted life. One must be dressed appropriately and attend in formal attire. We might have to face an extremely detestable demon, and I'm going to make it puke out its excrement!"
"Oh, right. There's nothing on today, so you don't need to go out. It's great that you're staying at home to tinker with your wooden things. I heard Marium say that it's a kind of musical instrument, quite nice, just like your mother's style."
Only after Anda had tidied up his hair did Aaron set the food on the table.
He looked worried:
"Will it be even more terrifying than the last Erst? But that guy couldn't even fight back in front of Marium. If it's so detestable to you, then how terrible can it be."
Marium respectfully said, "No demon can reveal its cunning schemes in the presence of Lord."
Aaron quickly shook his head:
"No no no, not according to your advice, Marium. In anything, I will seek your advice, but only when it comes to my father's judgment, I only believe in myself. You all seem to have some strange filter on him, thinking he's beautiful is one thing, but treating him like a standard of perfection on top of his head and saying 'Emperor is above' every day is quite another."
"He even picks his nose and snores when he sleeps. Never mind, I'm not one to be rebellious. Since you don't let me go out, I'll just stay here."
Anda satisfactorily said, "That's right. If the other few rebellious sons listen to me obediently, there would be no more trouble."
He finished his meal quickly, got up, and tidied himself up.
Loudly declared: "Marium, accompany the emperor and witness the birth of the first Nius engine!"
Aaron just shook his head, sighing, "It's not just that you're not saying those crazy things anymore; now you're starting to talk nonsense. I don't think the current father is affecting the future; it's more like the future is influencing the past."
Just pretend, at least as the future Emperor. That's better than being an irresponsible father.
Aaron pulled down the canopy in the yard, revealing the large hand organ.
The overall frame is now complete; all that's left is the strings and some finishing touches on the appearance.
It will definitely be very stylish when installed behind the war chariot.
Although Aaron didn't know why, they originally intended to build a motorcycle, but gradually added more components until it became a war chariot.
There is a percussion instrument called a drum. If we make a set according to the sizes of the little brothers and place them on top of the war chariot.
It would be so stylish.
Hopefully, the Pharaoh doesn't get angry that his war chariot was stolen (surely he wouldn't get angry at this point), but this is also to avoid stirring up war and let the people at the intersection of three continents live in peace for many more centuries.
Aaron found a file and began to carve the instrument according to the style of his mother's temple he remembered.
Old Five silently walked a bit further away, to avoid inhaling too much dust.
It somewhat misses Khan's agile and perfect body, his strong thigh muscles, and licked its lips quietly.
At the same time, in the temple square.
The craftsmen gathered here are putting on long robes with the Horus eye symbol, causing many people to become excited. This means they have been accepted by the temple and have the opportunity to climb from the manual labor class to the religious hierarchy.
An underground passage was excavated, both sides were collapsed walls, hundreds of slave laborers were blindfolded with black cloth, pulling the chains on their bodies, connected to the deepest part of the passage.
As soon as the Pharaoh arrives, that war machine will be released from the abyss, coming into the sunlight to display its fangs on this fragile world of civilization's early days.
What stands in front of it, are just a tiny Primordial Father and Primordial Son.
Soft selling article, this defiled artifact creator, wearing the robe of the Sun Temple priest, staggered to walk up the high platform.
The original priests had not appeared, and no one asked about this suspicious situation.
The aging craftsman swept around, but could not find any traces of the Dark King spoken by the gods, or the abyssal darkness that Nala, the daily adversary of the Sun Goddess, battles.
It seems that it's not here.
At this moment, Andah is scratching at the hem of his robe; it's bothering him because he was bitten by a mosquito yesterday.
Last night, after his consciousness sank into the future, his body became identical to humans. Mosquitoes couldn't stand the sight of him without seeing his face.
Because the Dark King was soothed, the Andah at this moment was more like unaffected Andah Will, even if Vashdl came himself he couldn't see anything.
Besides, the face on the throne switches randomly between the appearances of Kiriman and Aaron, what does it have to do with him?
Ah, poor ones. Many families in the future Human Empire have no savings, poor children.
Today, the sun was a bit big, and the material of this clothing wasn't very good. Once it sweated, it would easily become seams, and sometimes you would have to pull it twice.
Even someone like Marium, a super warrior trained in combat, must be able to endure the pain of hemorrhoids and complete the task, right?
Anahar was maliciously thinking.
As the sun gradually climbed to its highest point, a distant trumpet blast echoed from the faraway path. The Pharaoh's chariot was approaching along the main road.
Under such a level of productivity, to show off their grandeur, they can only use more manpower to achieve it.
The huge carriage is more like a house being pushed, surrounded by primitive landscaping.
Light veils hang down, covering the interior scene, dimly visible is a man with an upright and regular appearance, wearing a golden crescent-shaped headpiece, with metal armor decoration on his neck and shoulders, sitting straight and upright.
"Horus!"
"Horus!"
People kneel down on the ground, shouting in unison. Andah tugs Marium down and has to avoid this kid going up and directly using his chainsaw sword to smooth out the face of the Pharaoh.
"Don't carry any mental burden. I don't know how many lies and nonsense I've told, how many smooth-talking things I've done. Marium, keep your mind calm."
"Kiriman has even kneeled before the Space Wolves."
Andah handed over a banana that he didn't know where it was acquired. At this moment, people's attention was on the Pharaoh, and no one cared about them stealing it.
He even made a show of shouting "Horus" a few times, doing it with all his might.
Then he looked at Marium and whispered with a smile, "Learn from me to shout like this, let out your anger. After all, others will think you're too excited. Then I'll let you personally cut him into fine minced meat. How about that?"
