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

"How long do you think he can live?"

Heraclon was silent. How long could his father live?

At least sixty years old.

He also understood what Wop was going to say. When his father was sixty, he would be forty-three.

In Olympia, tyrants usually had the opportunity to succeed to the throne when they were middle-aged.

His father was lucky and his grandfather died early, so he succeeded to the throne early.

When he is forty-three, how much time will he have left to govern Rocks?

Besides, his father might not only live to be sixty. What if he lives longer than expected?

If the tyrant is in his seventies or eighties, he may not be able to survive his father.

Is there any prince in the world who has been a prince for sixty years?

Wop: "He can live at least another two hundred years."

Caliphini muttered quietly, "Isn't two hundred years too much? The oldest person in Olympia was only 107 years old."

Wop: "Olympia doesn't have life extension technology, but the Empire does. Under normal circumstances, it can extend a mortal's lifespan to two hundred years. If a mortal is willing to have mechanical body parts replaced, combined with advanced life extension surgery, it can be extended to five hundred years."

"If a mortal is willing to give up the freedom of the flesh and rely entirely on drugs or machines for survival, their lifespan can be further extended to a thousand years."

It is difficult for mortals in the 30K to use genetic modification to extend their lifespan.

Because the genes of ordinary people are so difficult to understand, we should be thankful that they don't mutate.

But if genetic modification could be carried out properly, the lifespan of the Astartes would be at least several thousand years, and the Custodes could even achieve immortality.

Genetic life extension for mortals relies on rejuvenating drugs and stem cell-derived gene repair treatments. This type of surgery can only keep a person healthy, but cannot break the limitations of human genes in terms of lifespan.

Five hundred years old is a watershed. One can either be immersed in potions for the rest of his life, or use the Setesh ritual and seal himself in an iron coffin like the Fearless.

Even the Archmagos of the Mechanicus has a highly mechanized body with almost no other wetware except the brain.

Space Marines would rather die than be trapped in a Dreadnought, so they would rather die in battle.

The same goes for the nobles, who would rather die, and only the most power-hungry nobles would use these taboo rituals.

In the golden age, when human genes were not so complex, genetic surgery might have easily allowed people to live for hundreds of years.

But even if the STC templates for these genetic surgeries were passed down to this day, they would be ineffective when used on 30K mortals.

Because the genomes of the two are completely different, you cannot use cold medicine to treat cancer.

But there are exceptions. During the Dark Age of Technology, humans invented a genetic drug known as a panacea.

The panacea can cure all diseases and has no racial restrictions.

Then similar life-extending potions may also exist.

Even so, five hundred years was far beyond the Olympians' expectations.

"Two hundred years old?"

Heracles was gloomy, sixty years as the crown prince had already made his life miserable, if he had to endure two hundred years, what was the point of enduring that?

When he was two hundred years old, his father was only two hundred and seventeen years old, so the gap was very small.

If the empire really had the technology to extend people's lifespan to 500 years, he would probably die earlier than his father and would never have the chance to inherit the throne in this lifetime!

Although this was only Wop's one-sided statement, there was no need for Wop to lie to him. What could he possibly be biased about?

Neither he nor Perturabo is from here, and Olympia cannot produce such a sharp person.

Heracles' expression was filled with bitterness and helplessness. "Then...what should I do?"

He was born to inherit the throne. What should he do if he cannot inherit the throne?

Wop: "Does your friend have the confidence to surpass your father in achievements?"

"No." Heraclon was frustrated, but answered decisively. He knew his own limitations.

Rocks has been at peace for a long time. Any enemy will give up fighting in despair upon seeing the walls of Rocks.

For six hundred years, the city of Rocks has never been successfully besieged!

Although there were occasional small-scale frictions and military conflicts between city-states, large-scale wars never broke out.

Since there is no war, where does the achievement come from?

Wop: "Do you have the courage to kill your father?"

Heracles' expression became horrified, as if he had heard some horrifying slander.

The scroll in Caliphine's hands dropped with a thud, and Perturabo frowned.

Heracles's Adam's apple rolled a few times with difficulty. "Teacher...Teacher, why do you ask?"

Wop: "Do you have the courage to plan your future path?"

Heracles shook his head like a rattle.

He doesn't have the courage, and even if he did, he doesn't have the ability.

No matter how noble his status was, he was only a prince and could never compare to his father, the tyrant.

His father treated him with great kindness and never bullied or beat him. He was just a little confused and distressed. How could he be considered a loving father and a filial son?

Wop: "Then let's change the track."

A hint of bitterness appeared in Heracles smile, "But what else can I do?"

Andos is a natural artist, Caliphine has been smart since childhood, and Perturabo is even more extraordinary, but he is the only one who is mediocre.

Wop stared at Heraclon and said, "We must take a long-term view. The world is big, not just Olympia."

"In Olympia, it will be difficult for you to surpass your father's authority. But there are millions of worlds in the galaxy. You have the opportunity to become a planetary governor, ruling over other worlds or even entire sectors. Your power and status will be no less than that of your tyrant father."

"You can also choose another path and become a warrior, join the glorious Great Crusade, and expand the empire's territory."

Heracles' identity is more suitable for being a governor rather than a warrior, otherwise he would be both Perturabo's brother and Perturabo's son, and the relationship would probably be a little awkward.

If he hadn't become a Space Marine, commanding mortal auxiliaries would have been worse than being a planetary governor.

Wop was a good judge of character. Heraclon was not cut out to be a general, but he wasn't mediocre either.

Heracles' heart surged as he heard this, his eyes filled with longing. However, when he thought about the reality, his shoulders slumped unconsciously, and his voice was filled with frustration, "Am I worthy?"

Wop: "You don't deserve it."

Heraclon smiled bitterly and said, "I know I'm not worthy, but there's no need to be so blunt, right?"

Wop: "But at least you have the opportunity and time to improve. Although you don't deserve this honor now, who can say for sure what you will be like in the future?"

Who gave you the opportunity?

Such doubts flashed through his mind, and Heraclon looked at Perturabo, who was the only one left.

Because he is Perturabo's older brother, even a mediocre person like him will have the opportunity to rule the world in the future.

But if he is too mediocre and his rule only makes the people of the world live in misery, then he certainly does not deserve it.

But he is only fifteen years old, he still has plenty of time to improve!

Even if he still doesn't deserve this honor, he can still be a warrior, which is also an honor.

Who didn’t have the dream of achieving great things when they were young?

"Teacher, please teach me!"

Heracles slowly knelt on one knee, his eyes burning with unprecedented determination and earnestness.

Wop: "I can't promise I can teach you. You'll have to learn on your own. Perturabo has an internship this afternoon, so why not learn from him first?"

"Internship?" Heracon was confused. What internship?

Caliphony blinked her bright eyes, "Brother, aren't we talking about your friends?"

Heraclon turned his face away, "I... I'm just learning for him."

Caliphonie smiled slyly and deliberately dragged out her tone, "Teacher, you are going to take our entire family into your pocket!"

"Isn't there Andos?"

"Aren't you going to teach him?"

Wop shook his head. "I can't teach him. My artistic attainments are not even as good as his."

He has the ability to appreciate art, but teaching others how to do art is completely misleading.

The only way out for the art students he taught was to fail the exam.

As for whether one will become a shampooer and start struggling after failing the exam or trample on the bones of nobles in the streets, it has nothing to do with what Wop teaches.

Caliphini tapped her chin with her fingertips, as if thinking. "That's right. I have to give my father some respect."

If they all became Wop's students, then who was their father, Wop or Dammex?

Dammecus was her biological father, but the Tyrant's education over the past decade had not been as profound as Wop's in recent days.

There was a tragic barrier between her and the tyrant, called the hierarchy between father and son.

But not between her and Wop.

"here we go again."

Perturabo hung his head. After his sister, his brother came.

Don’t you have your own teacher?

He is here to teach me, not you!

Chapter 190: Cow (5K)

"Herakon has also left the palace?" Dammecus frowned.

"Yes, tyrant." The attendant stepped forward, his voice very low. "They don't have any guards with them. Do we need to send someone to protect them secretly?"

"That's not necessary." Dammex shook his head. "Sending someone to follow them could easily lead to unnecessary misunderstandings. With Wop here, there's no need to worry about them getting into danger."

If someone could really kill someone under Wop's nose, it would be useless even if someone was sent to protect him secretly.

Dammex sighed softly, "After all, I'm useless."

The tyrant knew that he could never become a pioneering king like his ancestor Dammecus I.

For six hundred years, the solid walls of Rocks have deterred all invading enemies, and Rocks' prosperity ranks among the best among the twelve city-states.

These are all the achievements of our ancestors. Later generations are just kings who maintain the status quo. They cannot surpass the achievements of their ancestors.

That's why he placed his hopes on Perturabo. Only this magical child could realize his ambitions.

Whether or not he is a child gifted by the gods, his supernatural powers are real.

Heraclon was as mediocre as he was, but he wasn't that bad either.

A king who maintains the status quo can at least protect Rocks's legacy, but the real fear is that future generations will be ambitious but lack the talent and will try to restore the glory of their ancestors, only to end up in disastrous defeat.

Heracles' mentality at this time was the same as that of Dammecus when he was young. He had also been terrified on the eve of his naming day, fearing that he was not worthy of his ancestor's name and would tarnish the glory of his family.

He is both lucky and unlucky.

He lost his father at an early age and succeeded to the throne early.

In the first two years after his succession, he was also in a state of panic and was often manipulated by his ministers and nobles.

Now, he is already a qualified tyrant.

Times make heroes. When he sits in this position, he will naturally be trained. Isn't this how the so-called temperament comes from?

But he had nothing to teach Heracles, and only when Heracles sat in this position could he have the same experience.

But the tyrant would not give up his throne easily, even to his eldest son.

"My son, I wish you a bright future." The tyrant's whisper was filled with self-mockery and expectation.

Attendant: "My Lord, Mondak Yumenos requests an audience."

"Invite him in."

Mondak Eumenos was the third of the Twelve Wisemans of Locus, nominally elected, but their status actually depended largely on the tyrant.