Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron took a deep breath, slung his bag containing the family portrait statue over his shoulder, and sneaked off to another part of the venue, approaching Peturabo from behind.

He believed his footsteps were already very light, and were masked by the noise of the banquet.

But when Xiao Pei was still dozens of steps away, she turned around and walked straight over:

“I have some matters to discuss with this apprentice craftsman. For specific details, you can seek assistance from our officials at all levels.”

In Peturabo's eyes, receiving this bald man was better than receiving those hypocritical flatterers.

The foster father had already heard the story of this "Hermes" and seen the shield that could not be destroyed no matter what.

They had prepared a plan long ago, instructing their subordinates not to pay too much attention to Aaron's appearance, so that outsiders would not realize that a "god" was visiting.

This is a crucial time for unifying all of Olympia, and the tyrant has a premonition. After the heroic deeds are accomplished, the true god-king will arrive.

Peturabo is not going to stay.

But if one could make Hermes have a child with one's daughter, then one would also be a demigod.

These behind-the-scenes maneuvers remained unknown to everyone. Peturabo finally managed to use his brother's visit as an excuse to leave the banquet and get to a private reception area.

This is a pavilion surrounded by stone pillars, larger than those wooden balconies.

The stone pillars are engraved with special patterns, which cast strange shadow symbols under the moonlight or sunlight, forming patterns on the ground.

Her adoptive father had always forbade her from researching these things, but he only recently relented, so Xiao Pei specially made this as a gift for her sister.

Wait, why did I unconsciously lead Aaron here today?

At this time of day, the light and shadow of the stone pillars projected a giant petal shape onto the ground.

Aaron approached the pillars with great curiosity and reached out to rub the patterns on them:

"My goodness, what exquisite skill this is. I thought that two-dimensional painting or three-dimensional sculpture was enough to represent human skill, but I never imagined that multiple three-dimensional structures could be superimposed like this."

"I have an idea: if these pillars could move on their own, and combined with the movement of sunlight and moonlight, wouldn't it be possible to project moving images onto the ground?"

Aaron was amazed and praised his younger brother for his skillful hands.

This is a beautifully crafted craft project that my younger brother, who is in elementary school, made today, and that I could post on social media more than two thousand years later.

Perturabo snorted coldly, tolerating Aaron's casual touching of the patterns:

"Ha, it's just a tiny fraction of my wisdom. Once I have some free time and raise the technological level of the entire society, I'll be able to make anything I want."

Aaron placed his bag on the chair and invited Peturabo to sit down.

"Tell me what you want to do. We have another brother who wants to build a perfect city. When you meet him, you can help him. He's a good younger brother too."

Xiao Pei coughed twice, her serious expression faltering slightly, and sat down stiffly.

Calm down, he was just trying to explain the principles to his brother who was finally able to appreciate his skills.

Although Katherine was tolerant of herself, she couldn't understand the intricacies of these skills.

What she found enjoyable to talk about turned into torture for Katherine.

As for the others, well, they only care about whether the weapons they make are powerful enough.

Only Aaron—

Xiao Pei observed carefully and noticed that Aaron's hands also had calluses from long-term use of tools, including some of the ways his arm muscles exerted force.

He was a craftsman, or at least someone who had done manual labor.

Only Aaron was genuinely curious about these technologies and offered suggestions for improvement.

He felt absolutely no other emotions because of his demigod-like status.

Xiao Pei explained in a low voice, not even realizing that his tone had softened:

"It is a means of transportation. As our expansion and the territory we occupy become larger and larger, the timeliness of information flow determines how effective the ruler is in the area he governs."

"Therefore, I plan to build a track and matching vehicles. In relatively flat areas, the power source will be a human-powered turbine."

"Once I figure out the airtightness required for steam power, I can use steam to drive it. Steam is the force that makes the pot lid bulge when the water boils."

Xiao Pei explained her design direction and ideas, her expression becoming increasingly excited:

"When we end a conflict with war, we can use these vehicles to connect all the places, whether they are wild or civilized."

"With roads, people can overcome natural distances and connect their hearts! It seems there will be no more conflicts or wars!"

(The Emperor frowns: What, you want to build roads too? My son, you switch places with Dorn!)

His tone grew increasingly forceful; he even stood up, raised his arms, and proclaimed his vision.

Aaron also felt that such a scenario was wonderful. If people, no matter where they were, could understand each other's thoughts immediately, wouldn't all the hostility caused by the fear of the unknown disappear?

“But I think that after such a road is built, we all need to work hard. You can’t just build the road and the transportation after you’ve finished,” Aaron looked up at his younger brother, his eyes filled with hope.

"You also have to lead people onto this path."

Peturabo stood frozen in place, leading the people...?

Damn it, I hate being around these mortals who don't understand me!

He's already fixed the road and the cars, so you can just use them directly, right?

Why do we still need to lead the way ourselves?

However, seeing Aaron's expectant eyes, Perturabo couldn't utter a single word of complaint, and could only manage to say:

“If they are willing to follow me.”

Aaron corrected him, “No, no, no, you have to first become someone they’re willing to follow. These are two completely different things.”

Peturabo spoke reluctantly, like a little kid who had just finished writing a self-criticism and was being forced to swear an oath in front of his parents:

“I understand. I will lead them, and I will become someone who can lead them.”

No, that's not right!

Why did I agree to those things?! Damn Aaron, do you have some strange ability to control me?!

Chapter 100 Family Portrait Statue and the Emperor's Human Cannon

Before his younger brother could react with obvious confusion or come to his senses, Aaron took the family portrait statues out of his bag.

He proudly showed it to his younger brother:

“Look, Xiao Pei, this bald guy is me.”

"That blond guy with the buzz cut is Guilliman. He's quite tired and busy. If you see him, you can make him a bathtub. I heard from Marum that it's quite popular where he's from."

“This bald man is Luo Jia. Although I’m not good at sculpting faces, all of you brothers are of average height, so you don’t need to worry about mistaking him.”

"The one with the braid standing up on his head and riding a horse is Chagatai. He is about to become the Khan of his tribe, that is, the leader of their world. He has a carriage given to him by his father."

"Hmm, these are my father and mother. I'm going to sculpt them together because they seem to have had some conflicts in real life and haven't seen each other for a long time. My father is an old man with a stubble beard and unkempt hair. My mother is a beautiful woman, a priestess. Strangely, my memory of my mother is a bit vague; I only remember her eyes."

Aaron pushed the statues to the front, then took out the last two statues that were covered with cloth.

He lifted one of them: "Ta-da! This is you, Peturabo! How about it, handsome or not!"

A hero stands atop a rock, one hand holding a giant lion in his grasp, facing the wind, while the other hand holds a golden apple.

“I made your statue based on Hercules’s model; you’re definitely a hero like him anyway.”

Peturabo snorted coldly: "I have to say, brother—cough cough, Aaron, your sculpting skills can only be described as apprentice level."

He thought for a moment, then changed the subject, saying, "But I like it, so I accept it."

He then pointed to the last statue covered by a cloth and asked curiously:

"And what is this? I understand you came to find our brothers in order, and after me you met another one?"

He felt relieved. Fortunately, he could count his brothers on one hand, so it wasn't a big problem.

My brother should have plenty of time to come see me.

Aaron unveiled the last statue, revealing it:

"This is Katherine, she's your sister, so naturally she's family."

Peturabo gasped, clenched his fists, and tried to restrain himself. This was his brother; he couldn't lay a hand on him.

"She's alright, but not as pretty as she actually is."

He stammered, putting the items away, "I will give them to—"

"Ah! I've finally found you, Xiao Pei, Aaron! I knew it was Aaron who risked being scolded by your father to leave the banquet where you were the main character!"

Katherine's voice interrupted their conversation. The young woman walked over gracefully, leaned against a nearby pillar with practiced ease, and looked at the statue in Perturab's hand:

"Is this...is this a sculpture of me?"

Aaron replied with a smile, "Yes, although Xiao Pei said my skills aren't very good, I think they're all about the same. This is our family photo."

Katherine became interested, walked over, took her own statue from Little Pete's hand, and examined it:

"So-so. She's about a tenth as beautiful as I am."

Aaron exclaimed in surprise, "Princess?"

Seeing Aaron's surprised expression, Katherine couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Hahaha, I am but a mortal princess, how can I compare to you gods? But if you are willing to bow to me, I will gladly accept."

Aaron bowed, and his emotional intelligence, unusually, began to kick in instead of giving up.

"Greetings to the beautiful princess."

Xiao Pei had clenched her fists so tightly that they were cracking.

"What are you talking about—Katherine, he hasn't completed my trial yet!"

Aaron turned around curiously and asked, "Trials? What trials?"

Little Pei said proudly, "Aaron, I'll allow you to find helpers, but you need to beat me twice in three events: horse racing, wrestling, and poetry."

Aaron asked doubtfully, "That's easy, but the question is, what can I do if I win?"

Xiao Pei's eyes widened in anger: "None of your business!"

His nostrils were flaring, clearly he was getting angry again, but he suppressed it as he said: