When Aaron returned to his residence, his father and Marum were still not back.

    Theoretically, the task of investigating intelligence should be enough for Marum.

    He is naturally a born spy; taking his father along is nothing but a burden.

    However, because of this issue, on the way to Yuno, Aaron once asked Marum if the palace guards were all perfect existences, good at everything.

    Marum had once replied that Asturats of different original types serve different purposes, and while they might share many common traits, those are only displayed in war.

    After all, the enemy wouldn't care if someone was killed by a bullet or a knife.

    If we drill down into specifics, there are many differences.

    The Marauders are not Asturats who excel in every aspect, but by chance, they have a bit of skill in each.

    So, the father's words yesterday, to let him learn things from his brothers in dreams, may not have been idle talk, but rather something that has a certain feasibility.

    However, first, we must pacify Genghis Khan!

    Aaron lay in front of the table, tapping his fingers on it.

    It seems like we need to make a gift for Genghis Khan to ease the tension between the brothers.

    As his son was deep in thought, his father was dancing.

    Perhaps there's no such word for this era, but the behavior is quite similar.

    The temple of the sun god Yuno, the statue of the sun god Hephaestus (Apollo is not a traditional sun god), is still there, but the local people have already begun to hoist the banner of Ra.

    The priests of the local god of wine Isetre are still debating whether to throw a rave or keep it classy when they get down to it.

    After all, turning the wine god festival into that strange kind of party is a custom of the northerners, while here, people are much more reserved.

    Sometimes the reason for rejecting cultural invasion isn't so mundane. What if my god becomes your god king's son, then are we not grandchildren?

    With the help of Pharaoh Sa'Id, the people here have come to believe that it is their duty to revive the glory of Amun-Ra.

    It's time to expel the system of that king with the peculiar god complex!

    At this moment, the king with the peculiar god complex is carrying a large wooden cup filled with wine and moving among the crowd preparing for the wine god festival.

    He wore a veil to cover his face, to avoid any group gatherings.

    Marum faithfully stood guard by the king's side, but still worried:

    "My lord, we are not here to gather intelligence?"

    Anda guzzled a large sip of wine:

    "While Aaron isn't around, I came out to enjoy life. I can check the intelligence thing on the side. After all, I estimate that I could crush that demon with one hand. You guys want me to keep my humanity, right?"

    "I think this is a good way to do things."

    Anda would occasionally dance with the temple maids who passed by, looking no older than Aaron in terms of psychological age.

    Marum took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions in his heart.

    He doesn't know if such a king can keep his humanity intact four thousand years from now.

    He only knows that as an Asturat, the angel in the eyes of the common people of the empire, he is increasingly like a human being.

    As if he even had an urge to protect the current king's smile.

    After all, in Marum's previous memories, he had never heard of any official records of the emperor ever smiling.

    "By the way, Marum, why don't you join us? Your bodies can decompose alcohol directly, right? In theory, as long as it's not the wine from Fenrir, there should be no problem."

    "I once had a plan to retire the Marauders and open a bar. But I never expected Kilimanjaro to turn out that way, bringing all of you along with him."

    Anda picked up a beer from another table casually: "Oelpsson likes this; I guess you will too."

    He added: "This is the will."

    Marum took the beer, watching silently as the liquid inside swayed.

    Ah, the Primarchs are a part of the Emperor. Objectively speaking, if the Emperor were to act like Fogrhim now, there would be no problem at all.

    He was originally the most perfect human in the world.

    Watching Marum's hesitant expression, Anda looked at him as if he were a wooden brain:

    "All right, all right, all right. I'll make an exception and let you pray before you drink, whether it's to me or to Kilimanjaro."

    Marum exhaled, sighing: "Long live the Emperor, and may the Regent live forever."

    And he drank the entire cup of beer in one go.

    At the sight, Anda laughed heartily, "Ah ha ha ha! I can already imagine how Rus will mock Kilimanjaro when they meet for the first time, both of them at my feast!"

    Marum just thought to himself, "If Your Majesty says these things, the sons will definitely think you're intentionally stirring up trouble."

    His eyes avoiding Anda's teasing, flitting away, looking towards the surroundings, the position of the market vendors.

    Just now, his inner instincts had sensed something amiss, an intuition that even the powers of psychic ability could not explain. Many senior Asturats could rely on these intuitions to escape from almost certain death.

    This ability had saved himself countless times in that dangerous forging world.

    He absolutely cannot waver.

    Marum promptly put down the glass, muttering:

    "My lord, I sense an abnormal presence, I must investigate!"

    Anda looked disappointed, "All right, all right. We'll be heading back to Aaron, and he'll want to know if we've found any clues. I'll still follow you. Just now, a few girls tried to rip off my veil. We can't stay here anymore."

    He followed Marum to the outer market vendor area. In fact, regardless of culture, as soon as a basic social organization is formed and an economic system develops, markets of some kind will inevitably appear.

    During the early civilization, they are usually related to religious holidays.

    Even two thousand years later, it's still the same.

    Besides seasonal fruits, the roadside was lined with textiles that were quite valuable for their current level.

    The remaining were mostly various handicrafts, such as household baskets, straw sandals, and occasionally a few strange items.

    The later generations might find it somewhat meager, but Anda still enjoys it.

    For example, he particularly likes those strange items:

    "The biggest item in Aaron's luggage was the performance prop he almost got chosen for the theater in Diospolis. I think he could use a toy, or a local item."

    Anda pointed to the wooden shields and some staffs, all marked with the symbols of Egyptian gods.

    They are all for performance purposes, and civilians are allowed to make their own and sell them. As long as you don't make anything like metal shields or leather armor, no one will hassle you.

    Particularly in the city of Yuno with its strong religious connotations, people would be happy to get more of these things.

    Marum sighed and said, "My lord, please wait here. I will start searching the entire street from the beginning."

    Anda waved his hand, "Go ahead, go ahead. I'll look around. Get a shield for Aaron, the one with the Eye of Horus on it would be nice. And then a pillow for Kilimanjaro; Aaron has mentioned it several times."

    Marum suddenly stopped in his tracks, something was off, very off!

    What did His Majesty just say! He wanted to buy a pillow for his father!

    Anda was still chattering on:

    "There are quills and papyrus over there. Give them to Logar, so he doesn't have to write on his body."

    "And the last one is a toy Trojan horse, it happened more than five hundred years ago, and the actual shape of the horse wasn't like this. Hmm, I'll give this to Genghis Khan."

    "By the way, the brothers that Aaron is seeing now, there are only three of them, right?"

    "Damn it, don't look at me with that expression! Am I not a good father?"

    Anda spoke with righteous indignation, thinking that this would make the brothers trust Aaron more.

    He could then use this to convince Varda to cooperate with the "procreation" of the next child.