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

Dammecus felt a headache after hearing this. What on earth are you guys arguing about?

Chapter 182 Hakibo (5K)

The dispute between Perturabo and Wop ended in silence.

In the repeated verbal exchanges, Perturabo was unable to gain any advantage over Wop.

He gradually realized the fact that he would never be able to win in the face of Wop's endless sophistry and logical traps, but he refused to admit defeat.

Perturabo said viciously, "You are wrong!"

Dammecus sat down tiredly in the chair. The two of them had been arguing from the dawn till the sun rose high.

Wop accused Perturabo of being a twisted person, but Perturabo hysterically denied it.

The content of their quarrel was meaningless, but it kept buzzing in his ears.

Since the tyrant did not leave, the other nobles naturally did not dare to leave either.

But he felt tired just listening, and he didn't even have the energy to sigh.

Wop didn't argue with him. He just winked and asked, "What are we doing?"

Perturabo was slightly startled, and after a brief thought, he answered, "A quarrel."

Wop: "Yes, we are arguing, not debating."

"Debate requires rigorous logic and aims to convince people with reason."

"But when we argue, we only pursue one thing: winning! Even if we can't win, we absolutely cannot lose!"

Perturabo asked stubbornly, "But what if you are wrong?"

Wop asked in return, "I talk to you about reason, and you act like a gangster; I act like a gangster, and you talk to me about the law; I talk to you about the law, and you talk to me about national conditions; I talk to you about national conditions, and you talk to me about integration; I talk to you about integration, and you talk to me about policy; I talk to you about policy, and you act like a gangster. I act like a gangster, and you talk to me about the law."

“Only fools talk about right and wrong in an argument, because no one can lose!”

Perturabo's voice was filled with a stubborn refusal to give in. "What if I silence you?"

Wop chuckled when he heard this. "If you can refute me and make me speechless, then it's not called a quarrel."

“Arguing doesn’t require logic, only the courage to stick to one’s own opinion.”

"Even if I realize I'm wrong, I won't admit defeat. I'll cleverly change the subject and continue the fight on a new battlefield. If I'm still wrong, I'll change the battlefield again and defeat you with my vast experience!"

Perturabo frowned. "Willn't the quarrel ever end?"

Wop held up a finger. "Of course, with a simple spell!"

"what?"

"My Silencing Technique!"

An almost childish look of confusion crossed Perturabo's face.

Wop: "When the iron fist hits you, even the most stubborn mouth will learn the art of silence!"

The war of words never ends. When the two sides are deadlocked, violence can break the stalemate!

Whether it's being silenced by Dafa with your mouth covered, or being elbowed into unconsciousness or even death, it can bring endless arguments to an abrupt end.

Perturabo looked down at his fist. "What if I can't defeat him?"

His fists aren't big enough, and he doesn't have the authority to ban people from speaking.

Wop: "Then don't bother yourself, or you've already lost when you insist on getting into a losing argument."

"The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons. In this world, truth will inevitably give way to power."

“If you don’t have enough strength to support you, even if you hold the truth, your arguments with others are doomed to be in vain.”

"Even if you have the upper hand logically, the other party can still punish you with an iron fist."

“Don’t try to reason with others during an argument; that’s the most foolish thing to do.”

"Debates require rationality, arguments rely on emotion."

"People who argue never want the truth, but to win. Even if they can't win, they still want to disgust you."

"The moment he succeeds in disgusting you, he's already won. You're the only one who'll be upset anyway."

Perturabo: "Even if the truth is on my side?"

“If you are debating, truth is your sword, and it will make you invincible.”

"But if you're arguing, the more you're right, the more frustrated you'll feel. Because you can clearly win with the truth, but the other person will never listen to reason with you."

Perturabo's brows knitted into a frown. "So you've been deliberately disgusting me?"

"boom!"

Wop's iron fist hit him hard on the head. "I'm telling you how to behave in society, and you're being stubborn again?"

The red-faced boy straightened his neck and said, "I'm not a twisted person!"

Wop grabbed his head and pushed it down. "Who cares if you're right or wrong? Do you think I'm trying to reason with you? I just want you to bow your head. As for whether you're sincere or not, I don't care!"

Perturabo dropped his head. He could have struggled.

Although Wop was an adult, he could not be restrained by force alone.

But Perturabo chose to obey.

Wop just doesn't use psychic powers, not that he doesn't have any.

Even if he resists now, Wop can still use his psychic power to make him surrender.

In fact, the more he resisted, the more excited Wop became.

Woppe is right, this is not a debate.

Wop's big hands rubbed his hair, neither too hard nor too soft.

"I'll give you another piece of advice: if you can't win, don't fight."

"Since you know that there is no winner in an argument, then don't argue."

Perturabo's eyes burned with resentment. "But I simply cannot swallow this!"

Wop: "Then keep silent first, and then find a way to punch him to silence him!"

Perturabo silently raised his head, staring at the back of Wop's head, and clenched his fists.

Wop suddenly turned around and sternly warned him, "Don't try that on me, you'll regret it!"

Perturabo snorted coldly, "I am the Primarch!"

Dammecus cleared his throat and said, "My two distinguished guests, lunch is ready. Please follow me to the banquet hall. Rocks' finest delicacies and wines await you. I'm sure there will be many more topics worth discussing at the table."

Ruling is an art, and he is by no means a man who lacks artistic talent.

He must show dignity when dealing with his subjects.

But Wop and Perturabo were not his subjects; they were living legends.

Even though Dammecus was a tyrant, he had to treat others with courtesy.

Besides, Wop also gave him due respect. Just now, everyone knelt except him, which gave him enough face.

Wop rubbed his brows and said, "Tyrant, we have traveled day and night to get here."

Dammecus immediately apologized upon hearing this. "I was inconsiderate. I will have my servants take you two to rest."

Wop stared at the tyrant with a half-smile, "You take us there yourself."

Damekos put on a welcoming smile and said, "It would be my great pleasure. I will show you the way."

Before he finished speaking, Wop waved his hand again: "Forget it, let's eat first. I'm hungry too."

The tyrant's cheek muscles twitched imperceptibly, but he forced a smile and nodded, "Of course, the wishes of our distinguished guest come first. The banquet is ready."

Wop did not respond to Dammex's invitation, but leaned over and whispered to Perturabo, "What do you see?"

Perturabo: "I saw you toying with Dammecus."

Dammecus' smile froze instantly, and the carefully maintained majesty of the monarch collapsed at this moment.

Wop: "When you hold the power to crush the rules, the arrogant will bow, the stubborn will give way, and even the self-proclaimed king will have to bow before you."

A glint of understanding flashed in Petula's eyes. "Are you telling me that since I have power, I don't have to bend to the rules, but rather make the world adapt to my rules?"

"Wrong!" Wop patted Perturabo's head. "I asked you to apologize."

Perturabo's expression was extremely reluctant, and he practically gritted his teeth as he uttered, "Kneel!"

Perturabo knelt on one knee, but this was definitely not out of obedience to Wop!

But even if he refused to kneel, Wop would use his psionic power to force him to do so.

Rather than being forcibly suppressed by external forces, kneeling down voluntarily can preserve the last bit of dignity.

"Not to me, but to him."

Wop placed his palm firmly on the back of Perturabo's head, turning his gaze towards Dammekos.

He originally wanted Perturabo to just bow, but since he had already kneeled, it couldn't be in vain.

"Why?"

Perturabo frowned. He could kneel before Wop, but not before anyone else!

Unless Wop gave him a reason.

Wop: "You have trampled on his dignity. This kneeling is not to make you submit, but to make amends. Say sorry, tyrant!"

"I'm sorry, tyrant."

Perturabo shouted, then raised his head and retorted, "What about you? You humiliated him, too. Why don't you apologize?"

"Yeah." Wop nodded.

Perturabo had expected Wop to resort to the argument that might makes right, but instead, Wop bowed deeply and decisively, missing only a private Marseille.

Wop's expression was calm, and his tone was extremely solemn. "My Lord, I'm sorry. I was truly offensive just now."

The tyrant was also stunned, but he still hurried forward to support Wop, "How can this be allowed? We were just joking!"

Wop had humiliated him repeatedly. As the ruler of Rocks, how could Dammecus not feel dissatisfied and resentful?

However, when Wop bowed solemnly and apologized, the sincerity of the apology was enough to eliminate any resentment.

After all, with the absolute power displayed by Wop, he could have continued to act recklessly, and no one could have stopped him even if he had taken the tyrant's life.

He was willing to humble himself and apologize. If he continued to hold a grudge, it would make Dammecus seem inconsiderate!

You can't really expect Wop to kneel down, right?

A narrow-minded person cannot be a tyrant.

Besides, the weight of Wop's bow was so heavy!

The humility of the strong man made Dammecus' heart surge with emotion, and he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his heart, as if even his soul trembled!

Wop straightened up and saw Perturabo making a move to get up as well. "Who told you to get up?"

Perturabo slammed his knees back to the ground, stiffening his neck and demanding, "Why?"

Wop: "The tyrant has not forgiven you yet."

The boy's stubborn gaze pierced Dammecus like a knife, and the tyrant happily helped Perturabo up.

"Children's words are innocent, why would I take them seriously?"

At this moment, Dammecus finally realized that he and his ministers were just part of the play of Wop and Perturabo.

In order to educate Perturabo, Wop did everything he could, even setting an example with his own humble attitude.

Dammecus's resentment had vanished by the time Wop apologized, replaced by a natural respect.

The higher the position, the more likely one is to regard dignity as a bottom line that is more important than life.

Kneeling not only means bowing one's head, but also symbolizes the denial of one's own power and status.

If Wop had been replaced by Dammecus, the tyrant would have never been able to apologize so readily.

But this is exactly Woppe's philosophy of life.