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

He taught the Primarch to be humble towards mortals, and it would be hypocritical for him not to be humble himself.

Then what kind of mentor is he?

The so-called unity of knowledge and action.

If he wanted to teach the Primarch, he had to lead by example.

In order to become a twisted person.

Wop has been humiliating Dammex just now. If he refuses to apologize after making a mistake, he really doesn't like eating beef.

This is just like when Guan Yu let Cao Cao go at Huarong Road, Zhuge Liang wanted to kill him.

It was useless for anyone to plead for him. Only Liu Bei could convince the people by kneeling down himself.

Wop gazed into Perturabo's icy blue eyes. "What have you learned?"

A thoughtful look crossed Perturabo's eyes, and he responded with a composure far beyond his years: "True strength lies not in wantonly trampling on the dignity of others, but in being able to restrain the arrogance that comes with power."

A trace of relief flashed in Wop's eyes: "I'm glad that you can understand this."

Perturabo's voice was filled with dissatisfaction. "You could have just told me all this directly. It's not like I don't understand!"

Wop: "People can't teach you, but things can teach you once. For a stubborn person like you, it's useless to preach to me until the end of time!"

"I'm not twisted!" Perturabo raged at Wopau.

"Don't be stubborn, Twist Babo."

"Humph!"

Perturabo snorted coldly. He didn't want to argue. The iron fist was with Wop, and he couldn't win the argument.

But he is definitely not a twisted person!

Wop turned his gaze to Dammex, "Damex, how about doing me a favor?"

Dammecus: "You can say whatever you want! As long as it's within my ability!"

Wop patted Perturabo's shoulder. "Adopt this child. Be his father."

Perturabo looked up suddenly when he heard this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his ice-blue eyes.

He glared at Wop with a mixture of shock and anger, his lips pressed into a stubborn line.

why?

Dammecus was startled when he heard this, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.

You two have such a good understanding, why don't you just adopt him? What else do you need me to do?

Dammecus did originally intend to adopt Perturabo, believing that this legendary child could help him unify Olympia.

But what can he do now that he is caught in the middle?

Dammex asked cautiously, "Why me?"

He still wanted to test it out, fearing that Wop was serious.

Wop: "You are the tyrant of Rocks. There is no one more noble than you in Rocks. I can be his mentor, urge him, spur him on, and teach him, but if he wants to grow up healthily, someone must give him the warmth of home."

Dammekos looked embarrassed and politely declined, "I'm afraid I'm not a good father."

"It seems you agree," Wop patted the back of Perturabo's head. "Come, call me father."

Perturabo gritted his teeth and uttered the word, "Father."

Dammecus was numb, and Perturabo looked as if he wanted to eat him!

Did he agree? He declined!

"Since we are a family now, let's invite my sister-in-law and the children to have lunch together so that Perturabo can get to know the family."

Wop's tone was relaxed and natural, as if this was just an ordinary family gathering.

Dammecus was slightly startled when he heard this, then smiled politely: "This is naturally an excellent arrangement."

He turned to his attendant and ordered, "Go and ask the queen and the princes and princesses to come to the banquet hall immediately."

Perturabo stood by, frowning.

He stared at Wop's back, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and he was very resistant to this suddenly arranged family.

Wop seemed to notice his gaze and turned to wink at him, "Are you twisted again?"

"I'm not stubborn!" Perturabo retorted habitually, then sneered, "Is the mentor also considered family?"

Wop raised an eyebrow and looked at Perturabo: "If you don't welcome me, I can leave Rocks at any time."

Perturabo turned his face away awkwardly without saying another word.

Dammekos personally led the two to the banquet hall. On the way, Perturabo suddenly said, "My real father will come one day."

Wop: "Don't worry, I know your father very well. Your other brothers have two fathers, and some even have three fathers."

Perturabo clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

He really wants to ask who his brother's father is. Is it you or someone else?

If it's you, why am I the only one who can't do it?

He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare because he knew Wop would definitely call him twisted.

But he is not twisted at all, he just doesn't want to be called twisted by Wop!

Even though he had realized it, he seemed a little twisted.

In the private banquet hall, Dammecus introduced Perturabo to his future family. "This is my wife, Catherine, this is our eldest son, Heracles, our second son, Andros, and Caliphonie."

He pointed at the only girl, whose long, jet-black hair fell softly, her skin was as smooth and flawless as snow, and her every move revealed her innate noble temperament, like a princess from a fairy tale.

Heracles was fifteen, Andros was twelve, and Caliphonie was only ten.

They were all curious about this new brother and had all heard of his legend to some extent.

Wop said bluntly: "I don't like being overbearing."

Perturabo lowered his head; he knew Wop all too well.

"Apologize, Perturabo."

Perturabo: "To whom?"

He felt that he and the brother he had never met must have something in common, and he obeyed Wop's orders.

But he was forced to do it, because even if he didn't, Wop would have psionically forced him to do it.

This was definitely not his intention.

Wop: "Your sister."

Perturabo: "Why?"

He can kneel, but he must be given a reason.

Wop: "You don't owe anyone in this family, except your sister."

Perturabo stared at Wop for a moment, then knelt in front of his sister in one smooth movement, his knees making a dull thud against the marble floor.

Not one knee, but both knees.

He felt this was what Wop wanted.

Wop was silent. He asked Perturabo to apologize, but he didn't say he had to kneel down!

"I'm sorry, sister."

Culliphant was panic-stricken. The poor girl looked at her father helplessly, her slender fingers tightening the hem of her skirt.

But Damex simply turned his face away calmly and cast his gaze towards the stained window in the distance.

My daughter, this is a high-end education bureau, and I, your father, can’t help you!

"Brother, no...you don't have to do this." Caliphine frantically leaned over to help her brother, her long, silky hair falling from her shoulders. "Get up quickly. I forgive you."

"Is this okay?"

Wop's voice hit like an anvil, and Perturabo's knee, which had just been raised, fell heavily to the ground, raising a fine dust.

"boom!"

Perturabo looked up, his eyes showing no anger, only almost innocent confusion. "Why don't you tell me where I went wrong?"

"Hehe." Wop smiled proudly, "Because I'm twisted!"

Petula's jaw was clenched, and he wanted to punch Wop on the chin. He had a grudge against the twisted man in his life!

But think of Wop's strength.

Forget it, just bear with it.

Chapter 183 Self-Knowledge (5K)

"Good morning, brother."

In the palace corridor filled with the dim morning light, the girl stopped and called softly, her long eyelashes trembling in the early sun.

Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the folds of her skirt. Perturabo had knelt before her for so long yesterday, and it still made her feel uneasy.

He owed her nothing, they had never met before, but Worp demanded that Perturabo apologize to her.

Wop called him twisted, but the girl didn't think he was.

A twisted person will never admit that he is twisted. It is more like a teasing in the name of twisting. The girl can't help but feel sorry for the boy.

Even if he really did something wrong, he should still be told the reason, right?

How can you apologize if you don’t know where you went wrong?

Even if Wop forced Perturabo to admit his faults, it would likely not lead to repentance and reform, but instead would sow resentment in his heart. Wop's forcefulness would only make Perturabo resent him and take his anger out on Caliphonie.

Just like a ball being forced into the water, no matter how much pressure you apply, it will bounce back even more violently as soon as you let go.

Wop can force him to bow his head, but who can erase his trampled self-esteem?

The girl was a little afraid of Perturabo, afraid that her newly recognized brother would bear a grudge against her for her apology yesterday.

"Good morning, sister." Perturabo stood between the columns dappled with morning light, and when the girl's greeting rang out, he also gave a polite but unfamiliar response.

In fact, he has been waiting for her here all the time. He needs to get some answers from Caliph.

Carlyphane wanted to explain, at least she wanted to say it out loud so as not to leave any lingering feelings.

The girl mustered up the courage to take half a step forward.

"sorry."

Caliphony and Perturabo said in unison.

Perturabo frowned. "Why are you apologizing to me? Are you pitying me?"

"No, it's not sympathy." The girl's voice was as light as a feather. "I just don't want you to be..."

Her eyes slightly avoided, and Perturabo caught her gaze sharply. "Are you afraid that I will hate you?"

Carlyphane lowered her head like a frightened white swan, revealing a section of her white neck. "I...yesterday..."

Perturabo: "I bear no grudge against you."

Caliphony pursed her pale pink lips, raised her eyes slightly, and then lowered them hastily the moment she met Perturabo's gaze.

"Wop's bad taste has nothing to do with you, sister." Perturabo's tone softened slightly. "You don't need to blame yourself for this. I won't bear a grudge against anyone for this."

Caliphini blurted out, "Even if he did that to you?"

Perturabo gazed at his sister, the morning light casting a soft outline on her delicate profile.

Perturabo: "He never truly hurt me."

The girl was unable to speak, "But yesterday he forced you... to kneel down."

Perturabo: "He forced me to do much, more than you can imagine. I emerged physically unscathed, but my spirit was enriched. I learned much."

"The only scar he left on me was my dignity being trampled upon repeatedly."

"So I have to figure out why. What do I owe you?"