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

"That's a bit of a bummer," Perturabo admitted grudgingly.

It's not that he's unwilling to admit he has flaws, he's just not willing to admit it so easily to Wop.

But the aftereffects of Wop's personal apology yesterday were still there, and Perturabo couldn't bear to refuse.

Wop looked at the girl, "Caliphine? What do you think?"

Caliphini pondered for a moment, the morning light casting tiny specks of light on her drooping eyelashes. "People change. If one day in the future, I'm the one who hurts my brother first, then should I be held responsible for that mistake now?"

Wop: "Are you accusing me of punishing Perturabo for something that didn't happen?"

Caliphini winked playfully and said, "You're the one who said that."

Wop: "I didn't punish him. This is part of his education."

"Teacher, please forgive me for being frank. I have never seen such a teaching method before."

"Neither have I. This is for Perturabo, and I'm not very proficient yet."

Perturabo's brow knitted into a sharp frown. "Only me?"

"You're the only one who's so twisted."

"Not as twisted as you!"

Caliphonie: "Teacher, perhaps my brother isn't as twisted as you think?"

Wop: "In the future, he will be ten thousand times more twisted than he is now, but he is still young and the twists have not yet fermented."

Perturabo: "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I didn't intend to tell you, but am I not telling you now?"

"You could have told me sooner, and I would have—"

"Accept it humbly? I don't think so. You're not that kind of person, otherwise I wouldn't have to correct you."

"You are so self-righteous!"

"You want to argue with me?"

Carlyphini's slender fingertips lightly covered her cherry lips, and two shallow dimples were revealed when she smiled softly.

Caliphini asked softly, "If you didn't intend to tell me from the beginning, why did you change your mind?"

She wasn't asking for herself, but for her stubborn brother, a question he would never ask in person.

Wop's eyes flickered between the two siblings. There was a sly glint in Caliphine's eyes, while Perturabo turned his head away, but kept his ears perked up.

"The original plan was to wait for a more mature time, letting the answers slowly surface over time. But the awareness he showed when he apologized to you yesterday exceeded my expectations. I thought he would resist, but he had no complaints."

Carlyphane glanced at her brother beside her. He was not without complaints, otherwise why would he be waiting outside her door before dawn?

Wop's gaze lingered on Perturabo's tense face. "Your reasoning truly surprises me. Self-knowledge is the most important thing."

“He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened.”

"You are a natural judge of others, but now you are not a judge of yourself."

"But since the seed has already sprouted, instead of letting it continue to grope in the dark, it is better to dig up the soil and let it peek at the sun."

Not all germinated seeds can thrive, and perhaps they will never see the light of day that breaks through the soil in their entire lifetime.

Even if they were once infinitely close to the sun, they could only gradually fade away in the dark and damp soil.

First it turns yellow, then wilts, and finally rots.

The insects and ants lurking deep in the soil will take advantage of the most vulnerable moments and devour the tender roots.

"Self-knower," Perturabo murmured, and he would move in this direction.

But it was definitely not because of Wop's expectations, nor was he secretly happy because of Wop's praise.

He just happens to agree that this path is correct, that's all!

Chapter 184 Don’t Lose Because You Can’t Express Yourself (5K)

"Teacher, I don't understand how he hurt me?"

Caliphony tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with confusion and curiosity.

She and Perturabo had both tacitly accepted that Wop could see the future.

"He took your life."

"But why?"

"He's broken down."

The rebellion in Olympia wouldn't have caused Plankton to kill his loved ones; he killed because his defenses were broken.

The Lord of Mankind came to Olympia and found his cherished offspring.

He saw in Plankton an indomitable will and unshakable determination.

He believed that his descendants would never surrender, never retreat, and never give up, and no matter how difficult the situation was, his descendants would win.

For Mr. Krabs, both boring drudgery and glorious victory are tests that must be overcome, and neither can be shirked.

It was because of witnessing Mr. Krabs' noble qualities that the Emperor entrusted him with the most difficult mission.

This is not because the Emperor underestimates his value. On the contrary, the Emperor believes that no one other than Mr. Krabs can take on this important task!

However, Mr. Krabs always chooses the most difficult path and fulfills the mission entrusted to him by the Emperor in an almost self-abuse manner.

This kind of self-torture has gradually evolved into a kind of pathological martyr complex.

He dragged his scarred body and staggered among the crowd, stretching his bloody wrists in front of everyone, as if silently shouting "Look, look at the suffering I have endured for you!"

But his unmistakable pride built an insurmountable barrier, and any deliberate care would be shattered on that cold wall.

What he longed for wasn't the cheers under the spotlight, but the casual exclamations of people: "Look! That's the great Mr. Krabs! See how he silently and without regrets carries a burden that ordinary people can hardly imagine!"

Caliphate mercilessly revealed the truth that he was most reluctant to face, and accurately exposed the most unbearable side of his soul.

In a rage, he murdered the only person in the world who understood and loved him.

It was as if by murdering Caliphine his vulnerability would disappear.

But until the last moment of her life, what appeared in Caliphini's eyes was not fear and hatred, but a compassion that was almost gentle.

This compassion broke his defenses more than any condemnation. She even felt sorry for him in death!

Regret gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake, but the Primarch was both proud and stubborn, so how could he admit his mistakes?

So he pushed all the blame onto others, saying that he killed Caliphine because she rebelled, and that he betrayed the Empire because the Emperor was unwilling to forgive him.

Anyway, it's not his fault.

He made countless self-deceiving excuses and built a high wall with layers of lies, just to maintain his shattered self-esteem.

But his self-esteem was trampled upon by himself!

Some of the most difficult and tiring battles were missions assigned by the Emperor, but more of them were taken on by him on his own initiative.

He longed to gain recognition in this way, but he was never able to demonstrate convincing talent and always appeared in a miserable state.

His brothers can always turn the tide in desperate situations, creating legends of defeating the strong with the weak and making the most of the small.

The tactics of the Fourth Army were extremely rigid, with almost no other tactics except large-scale frontal attacks and fire coverage.

The Fourth Legion has no shortage of outstanding generals, and this rigid tactic is exactly what Mr. Krabs deliberately did.

Under the leadership of Mr. Krabs, the Fourth Legion pursued a tragic victory of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of its own.

Mr. Krabs doesn't want a clean triumph, but rather wants his honor watered with blood, as if the greater the casualties, the more it proves their loyalty.

But people always move towards the light, and when all the praises go to his shining brothers, he sinks deeper into the shadow of oblivion.

Sadly, the less attention he gets from people, the worse he gets.

The longer the applause takes, the more he will turn this tragic victory into a medal.

Every tragic victory of the Fourth Legion is a silent accusation: Look, look at how much we have paid, isn’t that enough?

He is like a person who keeps falling into the abyss. He clearly longs to be rescued, but he twists the rescue rope into a noose.

He could have been admired by the world for his brilliant appearance, but he chose to beg for mercy with his bruised and battered appearance.

This method is not unfeasible. After all, the crying child gets the milk.

But Mr. Krabs has to be tough inside and out, and he will grit his teeth and swallow it even if he suffers a lot of grievances.

His entire life was permeated with the word "twisted", and twisted was his motto - look, the world really owes me!

When Mr. Krabs insists on achieving a pyrrhic victory, the Emperor should not commend him but rebuke him.

Tolerating and praising him will only make him worse. Only a wake-up call can make him wake up!

Dammecus ordered his guards to remain outside the tower. When he pushed the door open, he paused slightly and asked tentatively, "Perhaps I'm not here at the right time?"

Dammecus's caution was not without reason. The atmosphere in the room was particularly solemn, and the three of them were silent, each with their own thoughts.

Perturabo speculated on why his defenses would be broken in the future, Caliphine was curious about what would happen in the future, and Wop was silent, giving them time to think.

The only one who was still struggling was Perturabo.

Wop suggested to Dammex, "Damex, from now on, let Caliphony study with me. Perturabo needs a study partner."

"Isn't she already standing here?"

There was a mixture of doting and helplessness in Dammex's tone. He came here just for Caliphine.

"You are her father, I need your approval."

Seeing that Wop was still waiting for his formal consent, Dammex smiled and said, "In that case, I will make the decision as a father. It is an honor for Culliphant to be taught by you personally."

Both parties tacitly maintained each other's dignity. Wop gave the tyrant due respect, and Dammecus took the opportunity to make this beautiful story come true.

If the tyrant insists on refusing, he will only lose face.

Damex looked at Caliphonie gently, "Caliphonie, this is a gift from Annoinkai. Take advantage of this opportunity and don't let Wop down."

Caliphine: "Father, I will keep your teachings in mind."

Perturabo suddenly looked up. "Who is Annoinkai?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Dammecus's eyes. How come this child didn't even know the gods?

Caliphonie's voice was still gentle. "Annoinke is the goddess of fate. She is one of the gods, weaving the fate of all beings on Mount Telephas."

Perturabo: "Have you seen those gods?"

Caliphony slowly shook her head, "No."

"Has anyone seen God?"

Caliphonie: "It only exists in legends."

Dammecus smiled. "The divine realm and the mortal world are independent yet overlapping realms. They are distinct from each other, yet they influence each other. The gods will not easily descend from their mountains, so mortals naturally have no chance of meeting them."

Dammex's gaze lingered on Wop for a moment. He always believed that Wop might be a messenger of God.

Perturabo stubbornly denied, "There are no gods!"

Dammecus' smile froze. Even though he was a tyrant and not devout in his faith in the gods, he did not dare to blaspheme them like this.

Perturabo saw through Dammex's thoughts and turned to Wop stubbornly, "Do you also believe in those illusory gods?"

Wop: "God is not worth believing in."

Perturabo's expression softened slightly, though he could sense a hidden meaning in Wop's words.

But they are unanimous: people should not believe in God!

He could no more prove that God did not exist than Dammecus could prove that God existed.

However, this did not hinder his belief at all - there is no God!

It was a belief that transcended reason and logic, and he firmly believed that it was the truth!

Dammecus had no intention of arguing with them about the existence of gods, as he could neither win nor defeat them.

He was a tyrant, not a priest.

Dammekos untied a jeweled golden dagger from his belt and handed it to Perturabo. "Perturabo, this is my gift to you."