Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"Mostly? Does that mean there are exceptions?"

“Even if there are exceptions, the difference is only a few months.”

"Are you telling me that it only took my brothers three to five years from birth to conquering the world? One of them only took six months?"

"Yes."

Chagatai Khan's face was as cold as the winter steppe.

At six months old, his brothers had already conquered the world, while he was still drinking mare's milk at six months old. Even Angron was an exception, as other brothers only took three years, but he had just lost his adoptive father at the age of three and had massacred the Hulailie tribe!

Chagatai Khan was unwilling to admit that his brothers were stronger than him. The only reason his brothers were faster than him was that it was Wop's teaching that allowed them to seize the initiative!

If Wop had come a few years earlier, he was confident that he would not be inferior to his brother.

And even now, he is still no worse than his brothers!

Chagatai Khan's voice was like a cold wind blowing across the snowy plains: "In four summers at most, I will conquer Chogoris!"

Wop: "Xiao Mo's situation is similar to yours. He is the same age as you. And within three years at most, he can unify Barbarus."

"Mortarion."

Jaghatai Khan silently recited his brother's name. He knew that Wop would shuttle back and forth between him and Mortarion, and that teaching two Primarchs at the same time would surely be a burden for Wop.

The conditions in Barbarus were far more hostile than those in Chogorith, and Mortarion's enemies were far more powerful than his own. If it took Mortarion only three years to unify Barbarus, he would have to take even less.

He didn't want to prove how great he was, but to prove that he was no less capable than any of his brothers!

Whatever they can do, he will do more perfectly; whatever they can conquer, he will crush more thoroughly.

Especially Mortarion!

Chagatai Khan narrowed his eyes slightly. Motarien Towopu brought him a message that he still remembers vividly.

"Sorry, bro, but I don't regret it."

The flames cast a shadow over Chagatai Khan's sharp features.

He didn't understand why his brother apologized, maybe Wop knew the truth, but he wasn't going to ask.

He didn't know his blood-related yet estranged brother, but the glint in Wop's eyes when he mentioned Mortarion was striking.

It's like a herdsman talking about a wild horse he has tamed with his own hands, with a kind of pride that is almost ostentatious.

Jaghatai Khan was keenly aware that, although Wop never stated it, his eyes showed a clear preference for Mortarion when he spoke of him.

Rather than the grasslands and blue skies of Chogoris, Wop would rather endure the deadly poisonous fog of Barbarus and live with Mortarion.

This subtle discrimination was like a tiny ice pick, slowly and steadily piercing his self-esteem.

In the end, Chagatai Khan could only come to a bitter conclusion: in Wop's eyes, the brother from Barbarus was more worthy of patient teaching than him!

Perhaps this is why Mortarion apologized?

His brother thought he could win Wop's favor more than him, and every moment Wop's eyes lingered on his brother meant that the time and teaching that belonged to him were quietly stolen.

"Childish." Chagatai Khan sneered.

His brother was horribly childish, and what did he think of Wop as? A father?

Chagatai Khan could understand his other brothers' admiration for Wop.

After all, what else could one call a father if not a father than Wop, who had nurtured them with wisdom and patience since they were infants?

But Mortarion was different.

When Worp met Mortarion in Barbarus, his brother was already a man at the age of three.

He should have been a mature warrior, but when he first met him, he was like a child longing for shelter, and he bowed down and called him father without hesitation.

His brother was weak and childish, a child at heart within an adult's body; he had never truly grown up.

He sympathized with his brother's plight. The torture Mortarion endured at the hands of his adoptive father was unimaginable to Jaghatai Khan, and he could understand why his brother could so easily regard Wop as a father.

It is indeed difficult for those who have never been blessed by the sun to resist the light shining into the abyss.

This is just like how Xiao Chuannan repeatedly fell into carefully designed emotional scams. The number one dragon turtle in the country is a typical case.

Sadly, the warmth they crave is nothing but an illusion. Behind the sweet words of these scumbag women, they only covet the gold in their pockets.

But Wop wanted nothing more, and his unconditional sincerity even frightened Chagatai.

Either Wop is truly as selfless as a saint, or he has a bigger agenda.

Wop is the latter, because he has never concealed his ambition - to revive human civilization!

He placed the fate of the entire race on his and his brothers' shoulders. This almost paranoid belief was like a heavy crown, and even the usually free and easy Chagatai Khan felt suffocated under its weight.

Mortarion's apology thus seemed natural.

Deep down, this brother from Barbarus was engaged in a silent battle with him for Wop's attention and favor.

The situation is like two children vying for their father's favor. When one of them clearly has the upper hand, the seemingly apologetic statement actually implies the winner's subtle show-off.

His brother was horribly childish.

Chagatai Khan did recognize Wop's value as a mentor, and the outsider won his trust and respect with impeccable sincerity.

However, this recognition always remains at a rational level.

Wop's wisdom and care are certainly valuable, but in his eyes, this mentor is just a trustworthy partner, not a father who needs to be worshipped.

He had never thought of competing with his brother for Worp's favor. They were the Primarchs, and they should have been working together to banish the ignorant Old Night Age, not indulging in the father-son game.

Mortarion craves Wop's favor, so give it to him!

This was never what he wanted; all he wanted was Wop's vast knowledge.

He never considered Wop as a father, his real father was dead!

Chagatai Khan spoke slowly: "Please give my brother a message."

……

“True resilience often lies in silence, which is as good as gold. Only those who are frivolous at heart chatter all day long.”

Mortarion smiled. Was this a provocation, or a criticism from his brother?

His brothers lived between the grasslands and the sky of Chogoris, while his tenacity was born in the poisonous fog and oppression of Barbarus.

Mortarion always believed that his brother would be as tough as he was because they had the same father, so he never criticized his brother.

But now, Chagatai Khan began to criticize him. Did his brother know what perseverance was?

"It's really high and mighty."

Mortarion's eyes gradually grew colder. His brother completely disdained to conceal his arrogance. He looked down at him with an almost cold rationality and denied everything he said.

Why?

"Ha, childish."

Mortarion sneered as he cut off the Overlord's head, venting all his raging rage on his enemy.

He sincerely apologized to his brother, but was met with ruthless criticism from the latter.

His brother denied his toughness, perhaps to prove that he was tougher?

It's so pitiful that he even has to snatch his own characteristics from his brothers. Don't his brothers have their own characteristics?

What was his brother showing off? What was he trying to prove?

Or, what is he hinting at?

"Wop," Mortarion took a deep breath of the poisonous mist, letting it burn his lungs. His voice was low and hoarse between violent coughs. "Give him a message for me."

"Am I your mouthpiece?"

Wop couldn't help but laugh. Why are these two brothers still competing with each other?

But Chagatai Khan was indeed a bit aggressive.

In the official history, Mortarion's tenacity is indeed not enough. Jaghatai Khan, Rogal Dorn and Sanguinius have all demonstrated what true tenacity is.

But none of that happened.

Wop believed that Mortarion would become more resilient than ever before, and besides, Mortarion did not often talk about the word "resilient".

He only asks others to be as tough as he is when teaching them, rather than treating toughness as some kind of achievement to be boasted about.

He even stopped breathing poison, no longer obsessed with using poison gas to torture his body to increase his toughness. You know, poison gas is rooted in Barbarus's environment.

However, Chagatai Khan's criticism was still merciless, which was too much.

"I was wrong, father." Mortarion lowered his head, his voice so low that it almost disappeared into the air.

"Don't worry, I'm not complaining, and I'm not blaming you."

Worp's palm gently fell on Mortarion's lowered head. With his height, he couldn't reach it, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Mortarion squatted down like a child.

They have always been in sync in this regard.

Wop was relieved, but at the same time felt deeply helpless.

Mortarion was a good boy, but Chagatai Khan never truly accepted him. There was always a sense of alienation and scrutiny in his sharp eyes.

Everyone has the need to be recognized, this is called the positive feedback effect, and Wop is no exception.

Imagine if he poured all his energy into teaching a Primarch, only to receive silence and indifference. Anyone would feel frustrated and even defeated, and eventually want to quit.

The reason he has been able to persevere until now is because of the recognition given to him by the other Primarchs. They all recognize his value as a mentor and a father. Wop is not teaching them unilaterally, they are inspiring each other and moving forward together.

But Chagatai Khan was different. He saw Wop as nothing more than a provider of truth.

Wop barely received any feedback from him, not even a simple thank you. He was even too stingy to call him teacher, but even Typhon would call him teacher.

Even the slightest sign of recognition was much warmer than Chagatai Khan's cold silence.

Even though Wop knew in his heart that Chagatai Khan was not targeting him deliberately.

He has always been like this, always keeping just the right distance from everyone.

Even so, Wop never got discouraged and always performed his duties conscientiously.

But a sense of loss and frustration still arises in my heart.

In contrast, Mortarion, like the other Primarchs, was a source of comfort to Worp.

At least Mortarion was never stingy in responding. The feedback he couldn't get from Chagatai Khan could always be made up for by Mortarion.

Wop asked softly, "Xiao Mo, what do you need me to say to him?"

……

"You seem a little crazy."

"I, am possessed by a demon?" Chagatai Khan's mouth twitched slightly, and finally turned into a chuckle with a hint of self-mockery.

He kindly gave his brother advice, but his brother actually said he was crazy?

"Xiao Mo thinks," Wop chose his words carefully, "that you may not fully understand your situation."

Chagatai Khan: "He thinks I have no self-awareness?"

Worp didn't respond, and that's what Mortarion took.

Chagatai Khan frowned slightly and said, "Xiao Mo, you are calling me that in a very intimate way."

Just as he thought, his brother was too dependent on Wop, which was not a good thing.

A mature Primarch should learn to be independent.

They can acquire knowledge from Wop, and Wop can also teach them, but they should not regard Wop as the whole of their lives, nor should they think that Wop is above their duties.

He reminded his brother in a tactful way, but his brother did not seem to appreciate it, or even understand it at all.

In this case, Chagatai did not try to persuade him. He respected his brother's choice.

"Chagatai." Wop stared at Chagatai and said in a low voice, "Do you know what your biggest weakness is?"

"I'd like to hear the details." Chagatai's eyes were calm, and his expression was as focused as a knife blade.

He was not like some of his brothers who blindly worshipped Wop as a father;

But he never despised Wop's teachings. In his eyes, Wop was always a mentor worthy of respect.

Wop sighed softly, his eyes penetrating. "There's a line from an ancient Terran poem: 'I cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, because I am within it.' And you always see everyone as Mount Lu, observing from a distance with a cold eye, claiming to be objective. But if you've never truly set foot on that mountain, how can you know what's inside?"