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

In Rocks, cannibalism is considered an extreme blasphemy even in the eyes of non-believers, and anyone who deliberately eats a human being will be sentenced to death or exile!

"Nostramo is also a vertical city. The nobles live at the top of the tower, the rich live in the upper nest, the common people live in the lower nest, and the bottom nest is the scum."

"It's a gangster city, with gangs of all sizes ruling over tens of billions of people."

"In Coz's eyes, many people in this city are guilty."

"The Diheast are guilty because they eat people."

“The largest number of people descend from the nest, and most of them are innocent because they are too tired to commit crimes.”

"The people of Shangchao are guilty of oppression and exploitation."

"The nobles were guilty of the most heinous crimes, and the Night Haunter hung them from streetlights with nooses for public display."

"Their children are all guilty too, and their crime is to share in the sins of their fathers."

"Coz possesses prophecy. He can predict everyone's future. Therefore, he will judge these people based on their future."

"If they are destined to fall, they will be sentenced to death."

"But as long as there's still redemption in their future, Coz will give them a chance to atone."

Wop looked at the girl gently, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze. "Caliph, I will neither find you guilty nor innocent, for I am not a judge."

"But if you believe in your heart that you are guilty, then make amends and atone for your sins. Don't let it become a shackle that binds you."

The root of Locke's sin lies not in the individual's evil, but in himself.

The aristocracy is the vested interest of this system and naturally becomes its most loyal defender.

If Culliphant wants to change the world, she must confront the entrenched system, which puts her at odds with her father.

However, this is not an irreconcilable contradiction.

Perturabo possesses extraordinary talents. She can assist Dammecus in realizing his ambition of unifying Olympia and allow the tyrant to still reap rich rewards from institutional reforms.

The depth and breadth of this change depends on the determination of Caliphine and Perturabo.

They have new ideas and the power of change, and they hold the key to determining the future of Olympia.

But bloodshed and sacrifice are indispensable, and revolution is never gentle.

"The Underbrood of Nostramo, did my brother judge them?"

Perturabo had quietly walked alongside the two men without them noticing, his voice filled with curiosity.

Woppe remained remarkably secretive about his brothers and never told their story in detail.

Wop claims his brother is a better man, but Perturabo disagrees!

Wop: "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace."

"Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory also suggests that human motivation is determined by human needs."

"Human needs are divided into five levels: physiological, safety, love and belonging, respect, and self-actualization. Only when the lower-level needs are met will people pursue higher-level needs."

“When people face a threat to their survival, physiology becomes the first need, and morality is often the first to be abandoned.”

"In Nostramo's Underhive, survival and morality are at odds."

"Everyone there is burdened with original sin. In order to survive to adulthood, they are forced to eat their own kind."

"But Curze accepted them, and the children carrying original sin became the first followers of the Night Haunter."

"They washed away their sins with blood and sacrifice and overthrew the tyranny of the nobles."

“Many of them are still fighting today.”

"Koz gave them a chance at redemption, and they repaid the favor with loyalty."

Perturabo stared at Wop silently, a complex mix of emotions flickering in his eyes.

His brother's performance was acceptable, but that was all.

As the first son to return, this level is far from enough to gain his recognition!

Because he will do better than Coze, and Olympia will eventually become a better city-state than Nostramo!

Perturabo suddenly asked, "My brother is the Lord of Nostramo, what about you?"

Wop: "I am an educator, not a revolutionary. I don't have to achieve success by myself, and I don't have to establish my reputation by myself."

"Does my brother have parents?"

"of course."

"Who is his mother?"

Wop's eyes softened with a hint of nostalgia: "Dorothy, a girl very similar to Culliphany, innocent and kind."

Perturabo looked Worp in the eye. "And his father?"

"Of course it is me."

"Haha." Perturabo sneered meaningfully.

"Am I the only exception?"

Perturabo was very unwilling and indignant.

He already understood why Wop had made Damex his father, because he was twisted.

It's not Wop who is twisted, it's him who is twisted!

"What a shame!"

Perturabo gritted his teeth and cursed himself. He almost turned people's lives into a tragedy!

"Master, you, your sister, and your father won't eat?"

The boy followed Perturabo, but his eyes could not help but glance at the bulging bread package in his master's arms, and he swallowed.

Perturabo's footsteps paused imperceptibly, and his eyes swept coldly towards the boy behind him.

The boy immediately lowered his head, fearing that his overstepping would anger his master.

He has completely entered into the role, and this is the path he chose.

Perturabo: "What is your name?"

The boy's shoulders hunched. "Zorris."

"It's all for you. Eat as much as you want. Remember what you just said."

Perturabo casually tossed the bulging package toward the boy, where it landed heavily in his arms.

Perturabo turned and strode away. Zoris stood there, holding the bread and staring blankly at his master's retreating back.

The master seemed very happy, but what did he just say?

Zoris couldn't understand.

Forget it, now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.

The boy looked down at the warm bread in his arms, the golden aroma of wheat and the rich taste of cheese intertwined together.

This surprise came so suddenly that I had to chew it very carefully, fearing that the owner would regret it.

Reservoirs were evenly dotted throughout the city, with servants carrying clay pots on their heads lining up in long queues around the reservoirs.

When the winding streets suddenly open up, the bustling market square unfolds before your eyes like a picture scroll. Vendors are hawking pottery and spices piled high under colorful cloth awnings, and the constant shouting and bargaining sounds interweave into the hustle and bustle of the market.

While Caliphony was still caught up in the dilemma of whether to be a loving father and a filial daughter, Perturabo's pace became unusually brisk.

He raised his head slightly, the breeze ruffling his hair, and Perturabo was in a good mood.

Wop gently pinched Culliphany's soft cheek. "Aren't you going to the market? Why do you look so sad?"

Caliphonie said in a muffled voice, "I'm not gloomy at all."

"Have you become twisted too?"

Caliphini puffed up her cheeks. Does that mean anyone who resists you is twisted?

Perturabo echoed, "Exactly. How twisted."

Carly Fanny opened her eyes wide in disbelief, "You naughty brother, what gives you the right to call me twisted?"

Who is the person who has been twisting his mind all the way?

Carly Fanny bit her lower lip in anger and said, "No more shopping!"

Wop: "Eat something before you go back?"

The girl's voice was filled with a bit of grievance, "I won't eat. I'm so angry that I'm full!"

Perturabo: "Who offended you?"

"You stinky little brother!" Carlyphini was angry and asked the question even though he knew the answer!

Perturabo tilted his head slightly, "Sister Xiang."

Caliphini stamped her feet, why was she even angrier?

Perturabo's lips curled up in a barely perceptible arc. "I see."

He seemed to understand how to win.

Twisted? There is no such thing as a twisted person. I, Perturabo, am never twisted!

Perturabo pointed to the bread stand. "Wop, I want that."

Most of the bread sold at the bread stalls in the market is barley bread.

Wheat bread requires fermentation and baking, is made in small quantities, and is usually pre-ordered.

The flatbread Perturabo was referring to was a snack, usually a flatbread filled with cheese, sometimes minced meat and other condiments.

Since Perturabo asked, Wop had no choice but to agree, but he was short of money.

Wop looked down at the girl still in his arms, "Caliphine."

"I'm so angry!" Caliphini muttered softly, and reluctantly handed the silver coin to Wop.

It was Perturabo who made her angry, but he actually asked her to pay!

Wop handed the flatbread to Perturabo, and the curve of Perturabo's mouth deepened noticeably.

He actually didn't want to eat much, mainly because he wanted to eat now, but not for the sake of eating.

Chapter 187 Success Does Not Have to Be Self-Achieved (5K)

For Zoris, everything that happened today was like a dream.

His plan went smoothly and his theft failed.

He could have argued that he had just accidentally bumped into the noble lady, but he knew that such an argument was meaningless.

Even if he really bumped into something by accident, the nobles could easily twist it into theft.

He had no hope of succeeding in his theft, for if he failed and was caught he would be enslaved.

But at least as a slave you don't have to worry about starving to death on the streets of Rocks.

As for whether he could pay off his debts and regain his citizenship, Zoris had long forgotten about these things. He just wanted to survive.

From the masters' conversation, Zoris learned their names:

Perturabo, Caliphony, Wop.

Zoris followed his master around the market in a daze. Perturabo was a pragmatist and would not spend money on things he would not use.

Caliphini didn't buy anything either. She pouted and looked unhappy.

It wasn't until Wop gave her an exquisite silver hair ornament that the girl smiled again.

She also glanced at Perturabo secretly, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

As dusk fell, Zoris followed his master out of the residential area.

He had thought that these distinguished guests would stop in front of the magnificent aristocratic mansions on the hillside, but they walked without stopping through the entire aristocratic area.

When the towering temple was left behind, the boy's breathing became rapid unconsciously.

It was not until the magnificent palace stood before his eyes that Zoris finally woke up from his dream and realized that his master was not a nobleman, but a royal family!