Farming His Favor Again!

Chapter 7 6. Farm His Favorability!

Heller Pass, in front of Hades' dilapidated house.

The morning of the day after escaping.

Hades stood at the door, wondering how to start a conversation without being misunderstood.

Otherwise, with Mortarion's strange personality, one wrong word and he'd hold a grudge for a decade.

This reminded Hades of his old pain-in-the-neck boss, whose brain circuits were so peculiar that he could interpret "The printer's out of paper" as Hades insulting him.

How come other transmigrators are all about monster slaying and leveling up, while he's stuck figuring out how to chat?

No choice, when you're under someone's roof, you have to lower your head.

Hades' chatting class, let's begin!

He knew Mortarion probably wanted to vent, he just needed to ask a few simple questions and then let the other party ramble on their own.

"Will those lords come down?"

"They will… those bastards, their miserable, pathetic lives depend on their so-called authority."

"And now, livestock from the bottom, the trash in their eyes, have trampled on their faces, they won't let it go so easily."

Mortarion gritted his teeth, looking like he wished he could grab a knife and chop off those lords' heads right now.

"Are you planning to face them alone?"

"..."

"The fire of oppression burns in the heart of every slave..."

"...If I have time, I will awaken the fire of resistance in everyone's heart, overthrow these tyrants, victory belongs to humanity."

Hades shrugged, "You'll have time."

But… when you finally face your foster father, time will be running out.

"Not necessarily," Mortarion stared intently at the mountains, "My foster father might come for revenge now, but I'm not sure, he's cunning and won't act rashly."

In fact, if Mortarion's alien foster father, Nac'Lare, really chose to take revenge immediately, this small village would instantly be reduced to rubble by highly saturated artillery bombardment.

Mortarion knew his foster father well, he never did anything risky. When he fought against other lords, unless he chose to mock Mortarion by throwing him onto the battlefield, Nac'Lare would, in most cases, first bombard the opponent with saturated fire, and then use witchcraft to drive a large number of puppets to wear them down.

He never easily went to the battlefield himself, even though Nac'Lare was the strongest sorcerer on this planet.

"So you're waiting for him now, you're afraid he'll attack the village?"

"...Yes."

"I'm waiting for his revenge, I'm the one who betrayed him, not you."

"If he wants revenge, he should come to me, not you."

Uh… is it possible, Hades sweated, that we, as slaves about to be harvested, also blew up his truck and ran away.

"But we ran away too, didn't we?"

Mortarion lowered his head and glanced at Hades again.

No way around it, Mortarion was too tall, Hades was too short.

"He won't care about the bottom..."

But he might slaughter these villagers in front of him to strike at and mock Mortarion.

Perhaps he should leave here.

But what if his foster father attacked the village after he left?

Hades looked at the other party speechlessly, feeling like he was being mocked. Indeed, as a human, would you remember how many small breads you've eaten?

Of course, he knew that Mortarion's worries were indeed justified, if he hadn't read the script, he would also be afraid of the lords attacking.

But they didn't.

Speaking of which, this place is actually very suspicious, as if it's deliberately meant for Mortarion to experience human life, and not to mention that in the original story, it was the psyker Typhon who came to rescue Mortarion.

Actually… all of this might be…

Stop!

Hades slammed on the brakes, he couldn't think any deeper, he didn't want to be noticed.

Let's just end the topic, it looks like Mortarion is going to stand here for a few days, and Hades wasn't planning on persuading this lord.

"That… the bandage on my left arm, did you re-bandage it for me, or Typhon?"

"Me, your left arm was festering, if it wasn't bandaged, you might have had to have it amputated."

"Ah, thanks, haha."

"Don't be so serious, now that we've escaped, let's have a good meal tonight to celebrate!"

Hades had been planning to pat his good brother on the back to boost their relationship, but he tragically realized that he only reached Mortarion's waist.

And he was just a seven-year-old kid.

Damn it, you're tall, so what!

I want to grow taller!

Hades thought secretly, I'm going to grow to 2.1 meters, and then get an Astartes surgery to reach a height of three meters.

But to be honest, Mortarion was among the top three tallest Primarchs. Even if Hades could reach three meters, he would still be short in Mortarion's eyes.

Is this the cruel reality of Warhammer?

Hades awkwardly stopped his instinctive hand-patting gesture, rubbing his hands together awkwardly.

"I'll go now. I'm going to get something to eat. You keep watch."

On his way back, he saw a fresh horse carcass lying in the field, probably after the Pale Laugher attacked the stables.

It looked like it had just died. After a night, a simple butchering and it would still be edible!

Triggering the farming and cooking passive!

It would be gone if he was late. Thinking this, Hades said a quick goodbye to Mortarion and darted off with his dagger.

Mortarion stood there, staring at Hades's back in a daze.

What did "thank you" mean?

And why was he so enthusiastic about eating?

That night, he was won over.

Hades, watching the two of them devour the horse meat skewers by the fire, thought, This is just the beginning! If I had more seasonings, I could show off my ultimate culinary skills!

From the moment he started skewering and lighting the fire, Typhon had been circling him. After answering "Really? For me?" at least a dozen times, this big guy finally stopped spinning and sat down next to Hades, staring intently at him grilling the skewers.

Uh, it was a bit like the golden retriever Hades used to have, wagging its tail and circling him whenever Hades cooked.

Mortarion, standing at the door, had long been restless after smelling the aroma of the grilled meat, but he still stood his ground. He was a warrior, a weapon, and had to be ready at all times.

Then he was persuaded by Hades's words:

"It's just early evening. If the lords are going to attack, they usually choose dawn. Why not eat something now to conserve your strength?"

A correct choice, Mortarion thought silently, taking another skewer.

He never knew eating could be so interesting. In the past, he mostly ate the corpses of enemies he had killed. Sometimes, his adoptive father would throw him some hard, moldy bread.

But when he tasted the crispy, tender, and fragrant skewers, Mortarion finally understood why Hades was so enthusiastic about "eating."

I need to find a way to get Hades to cook more often.

After eating his fifty-second delicious meat skewer, Mortarion strengthened his resolve.

As for Hades?

He was now looking at Mortarion across from him, his eyes shining as he ate like crazy, and couldn't help but sigh, Big brother, eat a little less. You've already eaten half a horse.

Can Primarchs really get full?

For a long time to come, Hades remained puzzled about the answer to this question.

But for now… of course…

Hurry and grab some! The skewers are going to be eaten up!

In the end, Hades stared at Mortarion with bright eyes, "Mortarion, shall we start a rebellion? I feel like you can do it."

Compared to the later Primarchs who began to be mythologized, the early Primarch descriptions mostly showed their very human side.

Actually, besides the male lead, everyone else is very serious, really.