Mortarion sat calmly in the room, reviewing documents without any emotion.
He sat in what could be considered the best room in Babarus, reviewing what could be considered the most documents in Babarus.
It had been exactly two years since Nakre's death. After staying in the central hinterland for a year and accumulating a batch of food, he and Hades chose to leave that area and came to the "safe haven".
They began to build a new home with the Barbarus people who voluntarily followed them here.
It is very consistent with the stereotype that after Hades instructs Mortarion for a period of time, he decisively put Mortarion in charge of the construction of the safe haven.
On weekdays, Hades is responsible for teaching craftsmen mechanical skills, as well as roaring and rushing to the ground.
Today, Hades rushed out to plow the land with great enthusiasm. Today, Pluto's goal was to plow a hill.
He just doesn't want to work.
It’s not that there is really not enough food.
Mortarion was acutely aware of this.
After completing the day's farming task, Hades would be in a daze for a long time. He liked to sit by the river and sit there all day long.
He doesn't look like someone who loves construction or work.
In fact, Mortarion was not fond of clerical work. Deep down, he knew that he was not suitable for this kind of work.
But since he couldn't beat Hades or outrun him, he was always left behind to be responsible for construction.
For example, today, Mortarion planned to go out to collect plants on Barbarus. He quietly got up, packed up, and prepared to leave first, but just as he was standing at the entrance of the city and meeting with several doctors,
A terrifying laugh sounded behind him, and a dark shadow flashed before his eyes—
Bang!
The next moment, Mortarion's vision was reversed. Hades threw him over his shoulder and the Primarch fell to the ground successfully, with stars in his eyes.
When the doctor beside him pulled him out of the human-shaped pit more than one meter deep on the ground, Mortarion could only see his back as he walked away with a big laugh.
This time Hades will probably be away for another four or five days.
The safe haven must be guarded by someone. Mortarion stared expressionlessly at Hades who had skipped class and ran away, and swore that sooner or later he would pile Hades to death with documents.
Therefore, the person who worked overtime today was Mortarion. He reviewed the documents calmly and with a dead heart. In less than an hour, the documents piled on the table were cleared. Next, he patrolled, trained the army, and moved bricks at the construction site...
Mortarion's writing hand paused slightly, and the Primarch's keen hearing caught something.
Finally something happened.
The Primarch put down his pen with a sigh of relief, stood up and left. Before leaving, Mortarion glanced at the desk. The important documents had been approved and there were not many left - no problem.
Mortarion strode to the city gate, where many people had gathered. He saw the patrol pushing and shoving a man. Mortarion walked over and people immediately made way for him. He saw a thin and immature boy.
[What's going on?]
Mortarion asked, and the patrol saluted when they saw him coming.
The patrol captain, Morag, stepped forward to explain the situation to Mortarion, who listened while paying attention to the boy's expression.
Upon seeing Mortarion, the boy was visibly frightened - but he managed to keep it under control.
Mortarion didn't care. Anyone who saw him or Hades for the first time would feel scared - especially him. Some people would have admiration and respect for Hades, but for Mortarion, everyone's first reaction was fear.
"He tried to force his way into the city," Morag said with a slightly hesitant expression, "We stopped him."
Mortarion glanced at Morag, and could tell from the faces of the people that there was something else going on.
[You can come in after registering,] the Primarch said calmly, [The city is in need of population, especially labor force, for its construction.]
"I can go to the construction site to carry bricks! I can also go to haul manure!"
Seeing the Primarch speak, the boy suddenly shouted, "I don't need much food - I just - I want to see a doctor in the city, my mother is very ill!"
The boy's voice trembled slightly, and he almost cried. After shouting the last sentence, he knelt down in front of Mortarion and buried his face deeply in the ground.
Mortarion opened his eyes wide. He had never experienced anything like this before. After all, he had only been out of Nakre Castle for two years.
But the Primarch keenly noticed that when the boy finished speaking, everyone around him frowned and took a step back.
What is going on
Don't panic, Mortarion, think about what Hades would do.
What are you hiding
The boy said nothing, just knelt on the ground and looked like he was crying.
Morag frowned and spoke.
"My lord, he is Karas Typhon, the child of his mother and the alien lord - both he and his mother were cursed because of it."
Karas, who had been buried in the ground, suddenly raised his head. His face was covered with tears, and he stared at Morag with a murderous look.
Even though he was strong, Morag, who was holding the scythe, felt uncomfortable under Karas's gaze.
I see…
Mortarion thought.
[Bring me my herbal bag, and two weeks' worth of food.]
Mortarion paused, thinking of Hades. Hades had saved him from the alien lord Nakre. Hades usually took care of the weak, so...
[Go to the third jar behind Hades' room and take three strips of meat from it.]
He probably wouldn't care.
The Primarch's words almost clearly told the people around him what he was going to do. People looked at him in astonishment. Morag seemed to want to step forward to persuade him - Mortarion waved his hand.
[I am the adopted son of the alien Nakre, this doesn’t mean anything…]
Mortarion looked at Karas, who felt like he was about to cry again.
Was he in this state when Hades rescued him? Mortarion couldn't help wondering—but at least he didn't cry, right
[But if you do anything out of line, I will kill you with my own hands. ]
The Primarch's voice cooled, and Mortarion raised his voice.
[Talent must be used, merit must be rewarded, and crime must be punished - this is the rule of the Death Guard! Since there is no crime, anyone can get a chance.]
Seeing that Karas was about to kowtow again, Mortarion quickly added,
[Don't kneel, prove your worth to me, prove that the person I saved is not a waste. ]
Karas stopped immediately, the boy wiped his tears and stood up stubbornly.
Mortarion took the medical bag and stuffed the bag of food into Karas's arms.
Tell me where is your mother
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After speaking a few words to the patrol, Mortarion followed Karas out of the safe haven.
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[That night]
Outside a thatched hut,
[Very sick,] Mortarion said, looking at Karas in front of him, with his head bowed, and remained silent.
"My Lord... and... how long will it take?"
[About two weeks.]
Mortarion said, "This is already her limit. She has many old illnesses, and it's a miracle that she has managed to hold on until now."
"She can't let me go..."
Karas pressed his arms tightly against his eyes.
Mortarion remained silent, giving the boy some time to digest the message.
After a few minutes, Karas's disordered breathing calmed down again. He breathed rapidly.
"Thank you, my Lord."
Mortarion stared at Karas, "You should thank Hades more. He taught me all this."
[I'll go see your mother again and give her some...painkillers.]
Karas nodded and made way for Mortarion, who stooped into the room and saw the weather-beaten woman.
Karas did not enter the house, and after a while, Mortarion heard low sobbing outside the house.
The Primarch squatted down and took out a syringe - this was specially made by Hades after improving the glass technique. He skillfully prepared the potion.
"My Lord," the woman who was almost dead on the bed suddenly spoke, startling the Primarch.
"Thank you, sir," tears rolled down her cheeks, "you are a kind person, we have nothing to repay you."