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

"Starting tomorrow, your job will be to recruit new students for the orphanage."

Zoris asked timidly, "My Lord, how can you recruit someone like me?"

Perturabo: "Spread the word on the streets, or go find other orphans. You've been wandering around Loris for so long, you should know a lot of people. Mobilize them all. Tell them that the orphanage costs nothing, and they get free food and lodging, and they can also learn for free. Do you think anyone will come?"

Zoris nodded seriously, "Yes, my Lord, as long as there is free food and lodging, people will come!"

Not only orphans, but also children of ordinary people would seek free food and drink in order to save money for their families.

Even children of nobles would join, because the orphanage was run by the royal family and had Perturabo's sign on it.

His legend has spread throughout Lorris and everyone is singing his name.

Everyone wants to see what is so special about this boy.

The nobles' children did not seek food and shelter, but only wanted contact with Perturabo.

They don't care about food and drink. They are not used to eating barley bread, so they will bring their own food.

This was all foreseeable; Perturabo had taken all possibilities into account.

But he was still a little worried.

Perturabo murmured to himself, "Would I be a good teacher?"

He was only six, maybe even less than six.

He lost his memory and couldn't remember when he came to Olympia.

But knowledge told him that he was growing much faster than mortals.

The legend of him slaying the nine-headed dragon began to circulate eight months ago, and Yepidae also did so within a year.

His real age might be only one year old.

The legendary boy is the one who will take the initiative to hunt the nine-headed dragon to protect the villagers. People respect and love him.

He has no memory of this. If he did, would he become like this?

"Do not."

Perturabo lowered his head, Evolution Trust in his hand, and muttered to himself, "I will become better than I am!"

Chapter 189 There is a cow! (5K)

"What a fine sword! What a fine sword!"

Heracles couldn't let go of the sword and waved it under the moonlight. The branches in the yard broke one after another, and the target prepared by the servants was easily split in two, cutting iron like mud.

Olympia also had a glorious history during its golden age, but its technological heritage has been almost cut off to this day. Only a few technological heritages have been preserved and passed down to this day, including the lightning gun.

Lightning guns may have been a common military style in the Dark Age of Technology, but Olympia's technology has long been outdated. They do not have the technology to manufacture firearms, and they cannot even maintain them.

Each lightning gun is a very precious holy relic, and there are only three hundred of them in the entire Rocks.

However, this sword that can cut through iron like mud is no match for the lightning gun.

Heracles was a prince, and he also had his own lightning spear, so he had very few opportunities for close combat, and his swordsmanship was not particularly outstanding.

But it is a man's nature to love a sword, even if the sword's practical value is very low.

"My Lord," the servant said cautiously, "you haven't been this happy in a long time."

Heraclon's smile gradually froze, and the sword in his hand slowly dropped. He murmured softly, "Yes."

He used to be very happy every day because he was a prince and was loved by everyone.

He was the heir of Dammecus, and he had everything he wanted.

After Andros and Caliphonie were born, he was still loved as much as ever. His parents would not ignore him because of the birth of his younger siblings, as they did in the storybooks.

When did his father stop doting on him?

Heraclon remembered that it was when he was fourteen years old.

The reason his father no longer doted on him was not because his father's love had shifted or deteriorated, nor was it because he had done anything wrong.

It's just that he has grown up.

He is no longer a child.

Although in Rocks, adults are not adults until they turn sixteen, their sixteenth birthday is their name day.

On that day, the young men of Olympia would give themselves the names of ancient heroes as a symbol of commemoration and honor.

So the Olympians all had two names, the one given to them by their parents, and the one they gave themselves.

The naming day of ordinary people is very simple, but they will also gather relatives and friends at home.

Heraclon was a prince.

His name day will be a grand ceremony, with all the nobles and priests coming to witness him.

Therefore, he must earn the honors before his naming day and prove that he is worthy of the name he has been given.

On his father's name day, he named himself Dammecus.

That was also the name of an ancient hero, their first and most glorious ancestor.

His father had proved himself worthy of the name before he reached manhood, and he became Dammecus IX.

Now it was Heracles' turn, but what could he do?

Heracles knew himself too well. His status was extremely noble, but his abilities were very mediocre.

What honors can he get?

He only has two years, and now a year and a half has passed, leaving only the last half year.

If he fails to achieve results, will his name day become a farce?

Would people think he was unworthy of the name he was given?

No one dared to make fun of him, as making fun of him would be disrespectful to the royal family.

But behind the scenes, people are probably talking about it.

Heracles had hardly ever smiled happily in the past year or so, and even in public, he only put on a fake smile.

The pressure he carried was so great that it almost crushed him.

His father didn't understand him, and he was unwilling to confide in his younger siblings, so he could only keep it in his heart.

It wasn't until today, when his new brother gave him a sword, that he finally smiled truly.

But what should he do after today?

His naming day was approaching and he had to do something.

But what can he do?

"Abbas, what do you think I can do?"

Heraclon sheathed his sword. Under the immense pressure, even the sword seemed to be inactive.

"My Lord," the attendant said in a low voice, "perhaps you could ask the tyrant."

He was just a servant and he didn't dare to make any comments about the prince.

"My father couldn't give me an answer."

Heraclon shook his head. He couldn't ask his father. That would be cheating and would only make the tyrant even more disappointed in him. Heraclon's pride wouldn't allow it.

He was not Perturabo, his brother had a reputation for slaying beasts before he was adopted.

Heraclon always felt ashamed when facing Perturabo. His bravery was far inferior to Perturabo. In the past, he could comfort himself by saying that Perturabo did not understand human nature. At that time, Perturabo always had his neck stiff and was not pleasing to others.

But now Perturabo has made up for this shortcoming and respects his brother very much.

Heracles really envied him, envied his powerful strength, and also envied him for having a good teacher who could teach him so well.

"teacher?"

Heracles suddenly had an idea. Since Perturabo was able to be reborn under Wop's guidance, could Wop also give him some guidance?

……

"tutor!"

Heracles arrived at the west tower of the palace early in the morning and bowed solemnly to Wop.

Caliphini was holding a book and almost knocked over the teacup beside her when she saw this.

Perturabo frowned, his eyes shifting between Wop and Heraclon.

Who is your mentor? Have you become his/her apprentice? Have you given him/her a gift?

What are you shouting about!

Wop had a gentle smile on his face. "Don't be so reserved. What do you want from me?"

Heraclon: "I just happened to be passing by here and came to visit you."

The west tower of the palace is located in a remote area, not on the main route, and few people visit it on weekdays.

Woppe chose this tower for peace and quiet.

Heraclon said he just happened to pass by, but even he didn't believe it.

Caliphonie: "Brother. The Master doesn't like people beating around the bush. Feel free to say whatever you want to say."

Heraclon said hesitantly, "I have a friend."

Both Caliphine and Perturabo showed expressions of astonishment.

Heraclon blushed at the expressions of his younger siblings, but now that things had come to that point, there was no point in hiding it any further.

Heraclon raised his head with determination. "My friend is a noble. His name day is coming soon. He...he wants to do something to prove himself."

Perturabo suddenly realized that Heracles was a prince, he did not need to worry about his physical health and safety, nor did he lack love and belonging. What he pursued was respect and self-realization.

Perturabo was already at this stage when he no longer resisted the love of others.

But he is also different from Heracles. He has broken through the barriers of love and belonging, and he is more advanced than Heracles.

Wop pondered for a moment. "If it were Perturabo, I would tell him that he doesn't have to prove anything to anyone, just be true to himself. But if it were you..."

Heracles muttered a subtle defense, "No...it's not me, it's a friend of mine."

Perturabo's eyebrows rose. Was this a compliment? This was definitely a compliment!

The boy turned his face away to hide the upturned corners of his mouth.

Caliphonie looked at her stinky brother's profile and whispered to herself, "How easy to understand."

Perturabo is much cuter when he's honest than when he's being snarky.

Wop didn't expose the truth and continued, "But if he's your friend, I need to get to know him first. Does he have any special skills?"

Heraclon: "No."

Caliphini twirled her hair with her fingertips, deliberately dragging out the word "king." "But isn't he a king... a noble?"

Heracles' expression was bitter, "Aside from his noble status, he has nothing else to offer."

Wop: "No one is useless, he just hasn't found the field that suits him."

Heracles' eyes lit up, he felt that what Wop said was right!

Wop: "What is your dream?"

"My friend's dream is to inherit his father's... title."

Heracles took a deep breath. It was a close call. He almost let the cat out of the bag.

Wop: "Then he probably has no chance."

Heracles looked shocked and asked hurriedly, "But, but my friend is the eldest son! Could it be that his own brother will take away his... title?"

Wop shook his head. "It has nothing to do with his siblings. It has to do with his father. How old is his father?"

"Thirty-two."

"Are you in good health?"

“Very healthy.”