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

Perturabo didn't reach out to take it, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Why give it to me?"

Dammecus was stunned for a moment. Does this require any special reason?

Wop: "He has lost his memory. You must tell him in person the meaning of this gift."

"You're making things difficult for me!"

Dammex was helpless, staring down into the boy's stubborn eyes, still searching for answers.

At that moment, something seemed to touch Dammecus, driving him to open up to his heart.

Dammekos leaned forward slightly. "Because since yesterday, you are my heir."

"I know you still have doubts in your heart. I also know that you don't yet consider me a father. You think I adopted you only to use you. I won't deny that your talents have given me the ambition to unify Olympia."

"Our relationship may have started out of interest, but I will try my best to look at you with the eyes of a father."

"I dare not promise completely pure family affection without any selfish motives."

"but……"

Dammecus took a deep breath. He was an eloquent tyrant who often debated with noble priests in the council hall, but at this moment he was at a loss for words.

He made up his mind because he really liked the child Perturabo and because he wanted to use this opportunity to show his favor to Wop.

But revealing his true feelings still made him feel a little embarrassed. Even to his own children, he had never expressed his emotions so directly.

Dammecus simply placed the dagger horizontally in his palm and solemnly extended it half an inch forward.

He knelt on one knee and stared into the eyes of his future offspring.

He couldn't speak, so he just knelt down.

There is nothing wrong with kneeling. This is his offspring, it's not shameful.

Perturabo stared silently at the golden dagger that was handed to him. The golden scabbard inlaid with gems glowed beautifully in the sunlight.

He could clearly feel Dammex's burning sincerity at this moment, just as he had clearly felt his undisguised greed yesterday.

Two completely opposite emotions, yet they actually come from the same person.

Perturabo's fingertips touched the cool sheath, and the unfamiliar name stumbled between his lips. "Thank you, Father...Father."

Dammecus remained on one knee, handing over the dagger. When the hesitant word "father" rang out, the usually calm tyrant trembled all over.

"I and the ministers have received you in the council chamber. I must go and meet them."

Dammekos stood up hastily, his voice unnaturally tense, and his posture as he left was completely without dignity.

An unconcealable curve appeared at the corner of Caliph's lips, causing the tyrant to avoid her gaze in embarrassment.

Caliphini covered her lips and chuckled softly, "Father actually ran away in disarray. This is the first time I've seen him so out of control."

Perturabo gently stroked the golden dagger, which still retained the warmth of his father's palm.

Although this kind of father is not the best, he seems to be pretty good.

Wop: "Human nature is a complex mix of contradictions. Dammecus wants to use your talents to achieve his ambitions, but he also truly loves you as a father."

A tyrant is a foolish tyrant.

He was a ruler who maintained the status quo, but not a ruler who could revive the country.

He has neither strength nor wisdom, and is just a barely qualified ruler.

But he's really not a bad person to Mr. Krabs.

He did just want to use Mr. Krabs at first, but even a pet would develop feelings after being raised for more than ten years, let alone a human?

Unfortunately, Mr. Krabs rejected every bit of love the tyrant tried to give him, which made the tyrant furious.

Their conversations became vitriolic, filled with hurtful innuendos and thinly veiled criticisms.

But the Tyrant always regrets his sarcastic remarks, and Plankton will dwell on the insult for weeks.

If the tyrant could be so frank every time, their relationship wouldn't be so strained.

Mr. Krabs once had the chance to become Mr. Gayheart, but he turned himself into a twisted monster, not even as good as Mr. Kankan.

Even a tyrant can see Mr. Krabs' flaw—he's as skilled at evasion as he is at his other talents.

Perturabo: "Is it your human nature to want to teach me and tease me at the same time?"

“Education through entertainment is also part of education.”

Caliphini blinked slightly. Is this how you use entertainment and education?

Perturabo sneered, "Oh, I think you're just training a dog!"

Wop leaned forward slowly, looking at Perturabo at eye level. "Perturabo, do you know why my dog ​​died?"

"Because you are incurable."

Wop: "You are wrong. The cause of his death was his inability to express himself!"

"If he had told me he was sick, I would have saved him even if it meant losing everything. But he didn't say anything, only using vague and obscure hints. Who would have guessed he was sick? I'm not God."

Carlyphane secretly complained: Asking a dog to speak, isn't this asking too much of a problem for the dog?

But on second thought, if her dog could really speak, she would probably rack her brains to find a way to save it.

But were Wop and Perturabo really talking about dogs?

I’m afraid not, otherwise why would you use “he”?

Perturabo was silent for a long moment before he looked up. "Where's my gift?"

A vein throbbed in Wop's forehead. "I'm your mentor, and I have to pay you with gifts? According to the rules, you should give me the gift of apprenticeship, right?"

Perturabo said stubbornly, "I will prepare the apprenticeship gift. What about my meeting gift?"

Wop was choked. "Is it too late for me to prepare now?"

The boy crossed his arms and snorted, "It's too late, but I can give you a week to make amends."

"A week isn't enough."

"Two weeks then."

"Even a month might not be enough."

"It's enough!"

Wop sighed helplessly, "Okay, give me a week and let me think about what to give you."

Perturabo suddenly asked, "Have my other brothers ever asked you for gifts?"

Wop shook his head slowly, "No, otherwise I wouldn't be so unprepared."

Hearing this answer, Perturabo's mouth curled up unconsciously. "Very good, it seems I am the first."

Carly Fanny blinked. Even in such a thing, she had to compete for first place?

But who is the brother Perturabo mentioned?

It couldn't be Heracles and Andros; they were indeed outstanding among their peers in Locus, but Perturabo would not compare himself with them.

They don't deserve it.

Culliphany wasn't disparaging her brother, she was simply stating the facts.

Andros's talent in art is incredible, perhaps even comparable to Perturabo's.

But Heraclon, Calliphany could not imagine what talents he could have.

Perturabo: "Am I still the worst?"

"Your education is not yet complete, so it's hard to make a conclusion."

Perturabo changed the question, "My brothers are all excellent?"

"Unparalleled in the world."

"Who?"

"Every one."

"what about me?"

"Your stubbornness is unparalleled in the world, and only your mother can compare to you."

Perturabo's fists hardened, his knuckles turning white. "One day, I will become truly unrivaled!"

He will be as unique as his brothers!

Caliphini was confused. "Teacher, is my mother really that twisted?"

Wop: "I mean his biological mother."

Caliphini looked surprised. "His biological parents are still alive?"

Wop: "They're probably going to be hard to kill."

A complex emotion flashed in Caliph's eyes, "Then what are we?"

She had always thought Perturabo was an orphan, and this sudden realization made her chest tighten slightly.

Since Perturabo's parents are still alive, he will leave sooner or later, so what is this family?

Although he had only known Perturabo for a day, their relationship was not deep.

But the feeling of being treated as a substitute is like a tiny thorn that silently pierces into the heart.

Wop reached out and gently pinched the girl's soft cheek, with a gentle smile in his voice:

"You're a meal replacement, but there's no need to feel bad. Believe me, meal replacements are much more delicious than regular meals!"

The main course was like the West Lake Vinegar Fish. It looked okay, but once you put it in your mouth you would vomit. It was difficult to swallow and your body and mind were resisting it.

If you rely on a regular meal, you will starve to death, so it’s better to have compressed biscuits!

Meal replacements are much more delicious. They are all special foods from all over the galaxy. They are sweet and delicious, with rich taste, and each has its own merits.

Especially the mother’s meal replacement, even if it is not human, it is more human than human.

Perturabo: "My mother is an ungrateful, ungrateful woman, but what kind of man is my father?"

"Your father is an unparalleled hero. One day, he will come to pick you up wearing golden armor and riding on a golden cloud!"

Perturabo engraved these words deeply in his heart. From Wop's firm tone, he clearly felt that this father whom he had never met actually occupied such a lofty position in Wop's heart!

Chapter 185 The Thief (5K)

“Purity is a purity that does not exist.”

"In reality, there are no absolutely pure emotions. All emotions are complex aggregates, formed by multiple factors such as blood ties, friendships, nationality, and race. Even the most universal emotions have their limits."

"Just like you won't feel sympathy for an alien, nor will you shed tears for an ant."

"Damex's love for Caliphonie stems from blood, while his love for you is mixed with considerations of self-interest."

"Don't criticize his utilitarianism, because love and profit often go hand in hand."

"If we use deconstructionism to dismantle emotions, love for blood relatives is simply in the interest of maintaining genetic continuity, while love for a partner is driven by the instinctive interest of reproduction."

"However, true love has a transcendent power. It can break free from the shackles of interests and put love for others above life itself."

Perturabo's brow furrowed. "I didn't blame him!"

He acknowledged Wop's teachings, but he did not agree with them. When had he ever criticized Dammex?

"I also believe you don't have it. This is just preventive education."

"Your precautions are unnecessary."

A slight snort escaped Perturabo's nose, which seemed to acknowledge Wop's explanation.

"Teacher!" Caliphine raised her slender arms briskly. "What story are you going to tell us today?"

The girl's eyes sparkled with anticipation. The wonderful stories Wop told her, whether it was the Harry Potter or the Legend of Zeus, were completely different from the ancient legends circulating in Olympia.

These stories are usually full of philosophical truths, and Culliphany believes that this is what true education and entertainment are all about.

The girl observed Perturabo quietly. Although his face was still stern, his tense shoulders had relaxed, indicating that he was also looking forward to today's story.

Wop pondered for a moment, his eyes fixed on the rising sun outside the window.