Chapter 570: The Value of Anesthetic Keeps Rising
"Ungrateful son, what are you doing? Put Jaghatai down! He's your full brother, born of the same father and mother!"
Hearing the Emperor actually speak up for him, Khan bawled like a child weighing over a ton. If it weren't for the ball gag stuffed in his mouth, he might even have been able to recite a poem.
But a father's love came and went quickly. The Emperor did have some fatherly affection, just not much—especially once Hogg knew what sort of person he was.
"Don't play the good cop. This brat actually tried to rob me. If I don't drag him to a seat in the Inquisition, I'll already be doing his Primarch status a favor. What's wrong with eating a little? This cow doesn't have his name written on it. Rare treasures belong to those with virtue—and my fists are the biggest."
Hogg took another bite of raw meat, then beckoned the Emperor over, wanting him to try this natural delicacy. The Emperor hesitated between Khan and the fresh, juicy-looking slab of meat that seemed delicious at a glance. In the end, he sat down beside Hogg, and the two of them tore into the hapless dairy cow.
"Hmm? It really does taste good. How did you know?"
"Heh. You can question my brains, but you can't question my tongue. If it didn't taste great, why would I have snuck out to steal cows in the middle of the night back then? Yellow Weasel, I haven't forgotten about you. There are another three hundred cows over there, all saved for you.
"Here, there's some freshly cut, tender pasture grass too. It's no worse than the leaves on your dinner table. It helps settle your stomach and gives you vitamins. Chogoris