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

Perturabo's voice was so calm and reassuring that one could not help but believe what he said, and Caliphony's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

The girl's eyes were attracted by the incredibly complex models on the table, under which were their respective exquisite design drawings.

The girl grabbed a magnificent theater model, her eyes gleaming with wonder. "Were these your designs?"

"Not all. I haven't finished it yet," Perturabo said. "I plan to rebuild this city-state, or open a new one on the northern slopes."

"Will my father agree?"

"I'll convince him with a magnificent theater."

Caliphini covered her mouth and laughed out loud, "Father is indeed a vain man."

"But it's still surprising. Father even wants you and Andos to compete. I'm really worried that Andos will lose confidence because of you."

She walked up behind Perturabo and gently straightened his clothes. Her voice was filled with rebuke, "Did you stay up late again?"

Perturabo blushed slightly and broke free from her hand. "Sister, I am not a child, and you are not my mother."

Caliphonie snorted softly, "I'm your sister, an elder sister is like a mother!"

"That's what Brother Wop said!"

Caliphony added, not giving Perturabo a chance to retort.

Perturabo didn't argue with her, but he continued to argue, "I'm the Primarch. Staying up late occasionally is nothing. I'll have plenty of late nights to come."

Caliphonie hung her head in frustration. "Father often stays up late, too."

The tyrant who ruled over only a city-state often worked late into the night, let alone Perturabo who was going to conquer the galaxy in the future?

He was born with a burden on his shoulders; some things are unavoidable.

"No!" Caliphony's eyes suddenly widened. "You discovered your mentor was missing last night, so you stayed up all night, right?"

Perturabo's voice was filled with helplessness. "Sister, being too smart will only make people dislike you."

Caliphini's eyes were filled with heartache. "You clearly care so much about me, yet you insist on pretending to be mature and steady. Now you're really twisted!"

Perturabo: "But I have to grow up eventually. Growing up is the process of learning to move forward on my own. He won't be by my side forever. I have to get used to it."

"Is it your habit to numb yourself with work?" Carly Fanny looked directly into her brother's evasive eyes. "Listen, little brother, this isn't growth, it's escape!"

Perturabo lowered his eyes. "But I'm also afraid. What if he really just leaves?"

Caliphonie opened her mouth, but didn't know how to comfort him.

Suddenly, a cheerful and teasing voice came from outside the door, "What, are you thinking about me?"

Perturabo's head shot up, and there stood Wop in the doorway, a strange baby in his arms.

The little guy sucked his thumb and looked at the two people in the room curiously.

Perturabo frowned. "Who is he?"

Wop's expression was embarrassed. "Your brother had an accident."

Chapter 193: I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have never met a wise leader! (5K)

"You are Rogal Dorn."

"I am Rogal Dorn."

"I am Perturabo."

"You are Perturabo."

Perturabo straightened his back and set his jaw.

Little Dorn sat on the table, imitating the teacher with a round face, biting his chubby little hands and babbling.

Perturabo stared at Dorn with his ice-blue eyes, and at that moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions.

He has always longed to reunite with his brother. He wanted to see how big the gap between him and his brother was, and where the difference lay.

He would not be so arrogant as to think that he was better than his brothers, who had grown up earlier than him and were more fortunate than him to have Wop's company.

While he was still wasting his time, they had already fought among the vast stars, made great achievements, and returned home with honors in every battle.

But Perturabo also firmly believed that the gap between him and his other brothers was temporary.

The only difference between them is time. As long as he is given the same amount of time, he will catch up or even surpass her!

At this moment, Perturabo finally saw his brother.

However, the baby in front of him, sucking his fingers and babbling, was far from the image of the brother he had imagined.

The competitive spirit in Perturabo's heart had long been thrown out of the window.

When you compete with a child, you are not in the right even if you win, and it is even more embarrassing if you lose.

Perturabo also felt at a loss about being with Dorn. He had no experience in taking care of children, and this was undoubtedly a torment.

Even though Dorn was younger than his brother, possessing wisdom comparable to his own, he was still a child, and his innocence still left Perturabo bewildered.

Wop handed Logan Dorn over to him and left in a hurry, saying he had something important to deal with.

But Perturabo believed that Wop was eavesdropping outside the door.

But Perturabo did not expose it. Wop occasionally showed such bad taste, and Perturabo did not dislike it.

This is actually a harmonizer of their intimacy.

But what about Dorne?

What should he do with his brother?

Dorn suddenly stretched out his short hand, clumsily grabbed Perturabo's sleeve, and raised his little face, "Brother."

Perturabo stared at the boy's delicate, porcelain-like face and felt his heart melt. All the complicated emotions churning in his heart vanished.

Perturabo leaned forward and held out his arms to Dorn.

Dawn blinked his clear eyes and opened his chubby little hands in response.

Perturabo carefully adjusted his posture so that Dorn could lean comfortably in his arms, and murmured to himself: "Yes, I am your brother. I will protect you and teach you. I will make you better than me... as good as me!"

Dorn seemed to understand and curiously touched Perturabo's cheek with his small hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Xiao...Xiao brother."

The serious expression that Perturabo had painstakingly maintained completely collapsed at this moment, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

He has a brother now, and his brother is still a child, so the burden on his shoulders is heavier.

How the other brothers rank according to seniority has nothing to do with him, but Dorn calls him brother, so he is the brother!

He must set a good example and let his brother see what a qualified Primarch is!

"boom!"

The door of the study was suddenly pushed open, and the tyrant's olive laurel wreath tilted and almost fell off. He staggered and held on to the door frame to steady himself.

As soon as he looked up, the Tyrant's eyes met Perturabo's.

The tyrant looked away guiltily, "I was just passing by this time..."

Perturabo called out to the door, "Master."

Wop held up four fingers and said seriously, "I swear I didn't peek."

This is pure sophistry. How could you peek when the door wasn't even open?

His crime from the beginning to the end was eavesdropping!

Perturabo knew what was going on, but he kept a straight face. "Dorn and I are reunited. If you don't peek, you don't take us seriously!"

Wop was silent for a long time before he squeezed out a word, "6."

A hint of cunning, a look of triumph in Perturabo's eyes flashed, but Dorn in his arms suddenly twisted his body, stretched out his hands toward Wop, and called out in a baby voice, "Daddy."

Perturabo's smile froze instantly. He watched expressionlessly as Wop took Dorne from his arms and suddenly snatched it back.

Wop looked at him suspiciously.

Perturabo: "I need to spend more time with my Dorn."

While Dorne is still young, he wants to educate Dorne well, otherwise there will be no chance when Dorne grows up!

No wonder Caliphate always calls him a stinky brother. Perturabo now thinks Dorn is also a stinky brother!

"Perturabo, would you like to go to Camp Anvil this afternoon?"

Heracles rushed into the study excitedly, but before he could finish his words, his steps froze at the door.

Because as soon as he entered the room, he saw that the room was full of people.

This is a study, not a meeting room. Why are you all crowded here?

Wop is the mentor and Culliphany is the student, and they are normal here.

But father, why are you here? You don't belong here!

Dammecus is a tyrant, but he actually took a break from his work to watch a play. It's really immoral!

And who was the baby in Perturabo's arms? His father had carried him four times.

"Go!" Perturabo responded briefly, subtly rescuing Heraclon to avoid embarrassing his brother.

Wop understood, "Today is a day off, let's go now!"

Even if he stayed in the palace, Perturabo probably wouldn't have the heart to attend classes.

The lessons given to Perturabo were not for Dorn. Dorn was still too young and such teaching was too advanced for him.

Dorne’s education should follow the educational model of Baal, and the education of the Primarch should start from childhood!

……

"Zorris, Zoris, are you listening?"

Zoris looked at the golden dome of the palace from afar, and his companions called out to him for a long time before he looked away.

"I'm here, Harkle."

Harkor and his companions always looked at him with envy, because he was brought to the Anvil Camp by Lord Perturabo himself.

What was even more enviable was that before coming to Anvil Camp, he had the honor of staying overnight in the royal palace.

The opulence of that room still filled Zoris with dreams, his limited vocabulary completely unable to describe its grandeur.

Later he learned that it was Perturabo's room.

His master did not mind the dirt on his body at all and gave the soft and luxurious bed to him, his slave.

Zoris remembered it vividly.

From that moment on, Zoris swore loyalty to his master until death.

Zoris's eyes fell on his companion. Hakor was the son of a commoner. He took the initiative to join the Anvil Camp in order to save a mouthful of bread for his family.

His parents tearfully pleaded with him to come home, but were eventually persuaded by Hakol.

Hakor's parents loved him very much, but their family was too poor.

He would have to starve if he went back, but at Anvil Camp he would have no worries about food and clothing.

More importantly, Hakol saw an opportunity to change his destiny here!

Hakor nodded in Miltiades' direction and said, "The instructor told us to assemble. Let's return to the team quickly."

Zoris nodded and followed Harkol back to the line.

"Will my lord come today?" Zoris heard his companion's low voice asking beside him.

Zoris didn't turn his head. "Barabas, why are you asking me?"

"You and my Lord are the only ones closest here."

"But I am no different from you. Since joining the Anvil Camp, I have never been honored to meet my Lord alone."

Miltiades's eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and they immediately straightened their backs and stopped whispering.

Many of the children are too young and many are illiterate.

In the past year, they have only received the most basic physical training and literacy education.