Refined and Easygoing

As the saying goes, where there is Sleeping Dragon, there is a phoenix Phoenix Chick. As Imperial Gourmet, Mordred always wanted to try some novel crops. After all, there was such a large Corn there, and it wasn't marked who planted it. What's wrong with him eating some? The Imperial Warmaster eating some of your Corn is giving you face. The Serenity is indeed the boss.

It's just that Mortarion is honest and kind-hearted. If it were any other old farmer, he would have already killed these two rice thieves with a pitchfork. Kalas already had his hand on the pitchfork.

However, before that, Mortarion had more important things to do.

Looking at the Golden Giant looked embarrassed and didn't know whether to put down the Corn or not, Mortarion recognized him at a glance as his father.

"Father! When did you arrive?"

"What? He's Nakhre!"

Inside the earthen house, three burly men sat on the floor, a slightly awkward atmosphere spreading throughout the room. Only Kalas, like a timid wife, busied herself around the stove, preparing dinner for the night.

But his gaze kept drifting towards the three giants. After hesitating for a moment, he finally poured all the stored food into the pot.

Soon, Kalas, carrying a bowl of thick porridge, squeezed in and served everyone a bowl of Corn porridge in front of him.

"Eat!"

Mortarion, now smitten with Big Daddy, had no appetite. He was overwhelmed with a mix of grievances, confusion, doubt, and joy, and could only sit there in a daze.

He was not good with words and didn't know what to say, and his father didn't say anything either, just staring blankly at him.

But Mordred didn't care about that. He picked up the big pot and started shoveling porridge into his mouth. He hadn't even had enough of the raw Corn he had eaten earlier.

Kalas was quite conflicted by this scene. He thought that having one good-for-nothing like Mortarion around was already enough to make him suffer, and now two more had suddenly appeared.

How are we going to live from now on?!

What Kalas didn't know was that this little bit of food wasn't even enough to satisfy Mordred's cravings. Seeing Mortarion and the Emperor acting like they were having a seizure, Mordred was very puzzled. He remembered that Mortarion wasn't stupid, so why was he acting like an Ogryn?

With an expression of concern for the mentally challenged, and drawing on his years of experience hanging out with Ogryn, Mordred pulled out the leftovers he had prepared earlier and handed them over.

"Eat up! From now on, follow your Second Brother, and I guarantee you'll live the high life. Look at you, you're so skinny, you're not even as strong as my little bean sprout."

Mordred wasn't lying; a love of food is one of Slaanesh's powers. Ever since those Aeldari sprouts Atlas, they've been indulging in a real gluttony.

Every day, you can see them fighting over food in the Abomination's canteen. They've practically evolved from bean sprouts into green beans. If you take them out, people won't believe they're Aeldari; they've all gotten so fat.

Seeing the exquisite food that had suddenly appeared before him, Mortarion finally came to his senses, though he didn't know why there were teeth marks on it.

But the taste alone made his mouth water.

The golden, crisp bread, the tender and fresh vegetables, and the tempting aroma of the steaks were all foods that Mortarion had never seen before. Without any hesitation, the two hungry people started eating instantly, like African refugees who hadn't eaten for half a year. The Golden Giant watched in a daze, as if he saw the shadow of an unborn Sisyphus in Mortarion.

While the other person was wolfing down the leftovers, Mordred began to ask Mortarion what had happened. It would have been better if he hadn't told them, because after they heard it, they both felt terrible; it was just too tragic.

But the Emperor had no understanding of human nature. Instead of comforting Mortarion, he launched into another long-winded speech about the Great Crusade, the revival of humanity, and other lofty but empty rhetoric.

"Child, join the Empire! Everything we do is for the sake of making humanity great again, so that humanity will no longer be enslaved by Xenos."

"No way! Your empire doesn't sound like anything good, and I still want revenge!"

Mortarion's answer greatly displeased the Emperor. He had already said so much; shouldn't you have turned around and bowed down?

In the Emperor's emotional intelligence, which was on par with that of a wild (non- Serenity) Ogryn, his offspring's refusal to join the Empire must be because of those damned Xenos.

From the moment he came into this world, the Emperor had smelled that lingering stench, and knew without a doubt which bastard was responsible.

No, I have to kill that bug right now.

The logic of the golden Psychic Power Ogryn is so simple and straightforward: the best way to strengthen the bond between offspring is to kill the Nakhre. Once this Xenos is dealt with, Mortarion will surely respect and love him as much as Horus does.

However, Emperor did not know was that Nakhre had become Mortarion's obsession, and everything he was doing now was to accumulate power in preparation for killing his adoptive father.

Fortunately, Mordred had anticipated this. Seeing that the Yellow Skins was about to cause trouble again, he grabbed a food bowl and smeared it on the weasel's face, catching him completely off guard.

"Big Silly Huang, what are you up to now?"

This sudden scene shocked everyone. Seeing their food bowls smashed and now without dinner, Mortarion and Kalas both looked at the blond giant, then at the scattered food on the ground.

In a flash, the Emperor suddenly remembered what Mordred had said to him earlier.

Although this Rebellious son usually has a peculiar way of thinking and often does Abstract Maneuver that are hard to understand, he knows more information than I do.

Was Mordred reminding him of something?

But the Emperor soon changed his mind, simply Mordred stepped on Mortarion's hand and lifted Kalas, who was also trying to pick up something to eat.

This action provoked a huge reaction from Mortarion, who pulled his hand away and lunged at Mordred.

Having never had a proper meal and as thin as a stick, Mortarion was no match for Mordred. A single groin kick sent him sprawling to the ground, unable to rise again.

"Kid, what kind of look is that? And what kind of expression is that? I won't allow my brothers to crawl on the ground like dogs. He's just a Nakhre, I can slap him to death."

Do you want revenge? Do you want to ensure everyone in Barbarus has enough to eat? Do you want to be as powerful and domineering as me? To become the number one in the Chain of Prestige!

Answer me!

Upon hearing that it would ensure everyone in Barbarus had enough to eat, Mortarion instantly calmed down. For the people of Barbarus, food was always the most important thing. If he could get revenge and have a full stomach at the same time, he would be willing to take a few more kicks himself.

Turning to look at Kalas beside him, Mortarion's eyes met, and Mordred kicked him again.

What are you doing?

"Why are you asking me? Are you brainless, you idiot? Look at me, look at your mother! If you look at me again, I'll slap you!"

I hadn't noticed before, but your name is Kalas, right?

When Kalas was stared at by Mordred's golden eyes, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't Mortarion; if his small frame were to take a kick, he would be crushed on the spot.

"Big brother, big brother, let's talk this out. I, I'm Kalas."

An incompetent father, a suffering brother, and the capricious Mordred — Mortarion was once again certain of one thing: this so-called Imperium of Man was definitely no good.

To spare his good brother from further suffering, Mortarion acted with unwavering resolve this time, immediately roaring:

"Stop! I want to join the Empire!"

Upon hearing this, Mordred seemed to transform into a different person. He immediately dropped the Kalas he was holding and, with a flawless smile that no one could fault, helped Mortarion up.

"Good brother, I was just joking with you. As everyone knows, I, Mordred, have always been gentle and easy-going."

"Elbow, I'll take you to see some good deals."