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

The sound of the palace gate slowly opening woke the dazed boy. He subconsciously wanted to follow, but was blocked by two crossed spears.

"He's with us."

Perturabo's voice was quiet, but it made the guards exchange hesitant glances and immediately put away their weapons.

Although allowing strangers into the palace was a serious dereliction of duty, they had no right to stop Perturabo, nor did they have the right to comment, and could only inform the tyrant afterwards.

Zoris looked at the open palace gate and suddenly felt his throat tighten, but he still stumbled to catch up with Perturabo.

Is this also a place he can come to? Who did he almost bump into before?

Perturabo opened the door. "You stay here. I'll come find you tomorrow. Don't run around."

He turned and walked away without even glancing at the boy.

Zoris stared at Perturabo's back in a daze. His master had not even asked him which neighborhood he was from or who his parents were, nor had he been tried in a civil court. He was his master's slave, but he was still a citizen.

Zoris walked into the room in a trance, and everything he saw was luxurious and extravagant.

The floor is covered with precious carpets, with intricate patterns woven from gold and silver threads, and the velvet is as soft and delicate as cloud wool.

The bedding on the bed was so soft and silky that he didn't dare touch it, for fear of tainting its beauty.

Zoris seemed to be living in a dream. Is this his room?

How did he deserve a room like this?

Zoris's shoulders shrank and he huddled silently in the corner of the room.

……

In the west tower of the royal palace, Perturabo and Caliphonie bumped into each other unexpectedly in the corridor.

"Why are you here?" they asked in unison.

Perturabo spoke first, "I gave my room to Zoris, and now I have nowhere else to live."

Caliphonie: "I have some questions for my brother."

Perturabo frowned. "He's not your brother, he's your mentor!"

"He's a mentor during class and a big brother after class!"

"Are you really here to ask questions?"

"Of course." The girl's eyes dodged slightly.

"Excuse."

"Aren't you too?"

They argued all the way to the tower door, neither of them willing to give in.

"What are you doing blocking the door?" Wop's voice came from inside the tower.

Caliphonie dropped her eyes guiltily, and Perturabo quickly turned away.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore. But you've come at the perfect time. Follow me."

Wop shook his head helplessly, walked past the two of them, and headed straight towards the garden.

Caliphony raised her eyes secretly, and happened to meet Perturabo's equally furtive gaze.

The two of them turned their faces away at the same time, and followed Wop's footsteps without giving in to each other.

It was late at night in the garden. The bright moon hung high in the sky, casting its cool silver light on the carefully trimmed flowers and stone paths.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!" Caliphini raised her face, and the moonlight covered her with a silver veil.

Perturabo looked up at the same night sky, but all he saw was that strange giant purple pupil, like a demon peering down at the world from the abyss.

The malicious gaze oppressed his nerves as if it were real, making him breathless.

Caliphonie noticed something was wrong with her brother, but when she looked up she only saw the gentle moonlight.

She couldn't understand what Perturabo had seen.

"Caliphony, this is yours."

Wop handed Caliphini an exquisite wooden stick with intricate vine patterns carved on its surface.

Caliphony took the stick curiously, "What is this?"

"Wand," Wop's voice was filled with nostalgia. "Grapevine wood, dragon nerve, nine and three-quarter inches."

"But it's just a decoration. It doesn't allow you to actually use magic."

Caliphini raised the wand to her eyes, stroking the delicate lines with her fingertips, observing them carefully in the soft moonlight.

The girl suddenly playfully pointed her wand at Perturabo, gesturing in the air, "Get bigger!"

She then giggled at her own childish behavior.

Wop produced another object, a short stick of unique shape, carefully whittled into an oval shape and polished to an exceptionally smooth surface.

"Perturabo, this is your gift."

Perturabo took the short staff. "What is this?"

Wop's expression suddenly became extremely serious. "Evolution Trustee, I've always wanted to have this as a child, and now I'm giving it to you!"

For Caliphonie and Perturabo, the gift held meaning far greater than its actual value.

Wop also took great pains in choosing his gifts; even the most magnificent jewels would be tasteless if bought at the market.

So he decided to make these two gifts himself.

But Wop also struggled for a long time about what gift to give.

Rings, bracelets, and jewelry are too vulgar and too perfunctory.

Dammex had already given Perturabo a dagger; Wop had to give something different.

After careful consideration, Wop chose the two gifts he wanted most in his childhood, the magic wand and the Evolution Truster.

Wop: "Grapewood is a symbol of two extreme emotions, joy and anger, and is associated with achieving goals and finding balance."

Caliphony asked curiously, "What are the dragon's nerves?"

"I got it from the dragon Perturabo slew. It took me a while to find it."

Perturabo's voice was low. "When? You've been with us all day!"

Wop downplayed it: "So I went there at night."

"Have you been awake all night these past few days?"

"Staying up late makes me happy!" Wop laughed as he spoke. "Just kidding, Damex had someone find the dragon's body a long time ago and brought it back to Rocks. I picked it up ready-made."

Perturabo held onto the Evolution Truster tightly, even though finding the dragon's remains didn't take long, as Wop had said.

But from material selection to carving, which of these two gifts does not require a lot of effort?

But because of his own willfulness, he only gave Wop a week!

Wop would stay with them all day, patiently guiding and educating them, and would work late into the night to make gifts.

Perturabo, what are you complaining about? What right do you have to complain?

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap exploded in the moonlight.

A bright red fingerprint appeared on Perturabo's left cheek, but he seemed to feel no pain, just staring at the Evolution Truster in his hand.

"I'm so damned good!"

Wop gripped Perturabo's wrist tightly and said in a resounding voice, "Remember this moment, Abo. No matter what you face in the future, don't let negative emotions cloud your judgment. This gift is not something you asked for; it's what I expect of you!"

"Become light, Perturabo!"

Perturabo slowly lowered his hand, his lips moving slightly, and just as he was about to make a sound, his whole body suddenly tensed up.

That malicious gaze seemed to be fixed on him.

Perturabo's head snapped up, and he stared into the abyss of the night sky, just as the abyss stared back at him.

He spoke each word with emphasis, "You're looking at your mother!"

You also want to peek into their family’s warm moments. Don’t you have your own father?

Caliphini's eyes inadvertently swept across the flowers, and she suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled: "Dad, your butt is showing!"

Dammecus stood up awkwardly from behind the flowers. He brushed off the petals and dew that stained his gorgeous clothes and coughed dryly. "Actually, I just got here and happened to pass by here. I wanted to say hello."

Although eavesdropping is indeed shameful, Perturabo's curses are too dirty. I am your father!

Dammecus's gaze fell dimly on Wop, his eyes filled with a mixture of three parts helplessness, three parts frustration and four parts resentment.

Why don't you just be his father? Why do you have to ask me to come here?

I see that you are extremely skilled!

What am I, stuck in the middle? A meal replacement?

"Father."

Perturabo broke the silence. "I'm not scolding you."

With his extraordinary perception, he should have noticed Damex hiding behind the flowers earlier than Caliphine did.

However, the malicious gaze made him feel so uncomfortable that he completely ignored the subtle sounds around him.

This is also a lesson.

If the person hiding behind the flowers is an assassin instead of Dammex, both my sister and Wop will be in danger.

My sister is just a mortal, and although Wop has psychic powers, he can't keep his shield on all the time.

He must protect them!

Dammex asked in a deep voice, "Stellar Vortex?"

Perturabo nodded gravely.

Dammecus looked up at the night sky, the bright moon reflected in his pupils, nothing else.

His reason told him that the star vortex did not exist.

But his intuition told him to trust his son.

Dammecus's broad palm gently rested on Perturabo's shoulder. "Child, I can't see it. But I believe in you. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me, okay?"

Perturabo bowed his head. "Thank you, Father."

A kind smile spread across Dammex's face, "We're family, thank you so much."

Perturabo's gaze suddenly shifted to the swaying flowers to his right. "Come out."

Dammex thought it was an assassin and his body tensed instantly.

However, when he saw the two people getting up awkwardly from the flowers, his eyes were filled with a mixture of surprise and anger: "Herakon, Andos, what are you doing hiding here?"

Heracles brought his younger brother behind him, forcing a stiff smile on his face. "Father, we...just happened to pass by here, just like you."

"Same as me?" Dammex snorted coldly. He had come here specially after learning that Wop and the others were in the garden.

You are like me, and you still have the nerve to say it’s a coincidence?

Don’t I know what kind of person my son is?

Heracles also felt a little aggrieved. After all, I am your biological son, and the eldest son!

Why do you favor Perturabo so much?

And Culliphany, we are obviously your biological brothers, but you keep pestering Wop to call him brother.

Who is a family after all?

If you are a family, then what are Andos and I?

It was certainly not by chance that he and Andos appeared in the garden, but they were only out of curiosity.

I wonder what Caliphine and Perturabo are learning by following Wop all day.

He felt somewhat unwilling in his heart. Why could they learn it, but Andos and I couldn't?

Wop gently reminded, "Perturabo, you should prepare a thank-you gift for your father."