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

"Boom, boom—"

Saphir knocked gently on the door. "Brother Wop, are you awake? Grandpa is waiting for you in the meeting room."

"Come in."

Wop's gentle voice came from inside the house. Sapphire gently pushed open the door and then blinked in surprise.

Because besides Wop and Little Dorn, there was also a strange boy in the house.

The boy was standing quietly at the window, observing this strange underground city.

The city is deep underground, but outside the window it is as bright as day, with metal bridges and building surfaces embedded with star-like lumens.

"This is Perturabo," Wop introduced before Saphir could ask.

Sapphire: "He's from Olympia?"

Wop nodded.

Saphir asked in disbelief, "But how did he get here?"

Wop: "Perhaps quantum mechanics."

Indecision, quantum mechanics.

It cannot be explained, it travels through time and space.

Wop was involved in both, but he really had no idea how he traveled through time.

Wop remembered that Perturabo had stubbornly held Dorn and refused to let go yesterday, insisting on sleeping with his brother. Wop had no choice but to compromise.

Who knew that when I woke up, this would be the case.

The principle should be the same when it comes to Barbarus.

If Mortarion and Chagatai Khan had fallen asleep with him at the same time, they might have gone to their respective worlds to see each other.

Perhaps the same principle applies when Wop travels from one Primarch to another.

Although it is difficult to explain, everything becomes logical as long as psychic power is involved.

But Wop always felt that his crossing mechanism had nothing to do with psychic power. This was his intuition, but it was not an unfounded conjecture.

Psychic power is a supernatural force that does not belong to the real universe. When used, it will definitely leave observable traces. The most typical feature is a sudden drop in temperature.

However, there was never any abnormal temperature drop when Wop crossed over, and there was not even any sign of psychic interference.

As he shuttles back and forth between Barbarus and Chogoris, Mortarion and Jaghatai Khan can also confirm each other.

Since it has nothing to do with psychic power, we can only blame it on quantum mechanics!

"Wop." Perturabo turned his gaze from the city view outside the window. "I wish to see the Dornish leader."

"You're so disrespectful. At home, you call me by my name and I don't care. But what should you call me outside?"

Perturabo looked at Wop stubbornly. "I don't want to shout."

He should have called him Mentor Wope, but he didn't want to do that since he saw Dawn affectionately calling Wope "Dad".

Why can his brother do it but he can't?

He was obviously the one who came first!

Since he doesn't want to call Wop mentor, he can only call him by his name. This is the price Wop has to pay for playing with his feelings!

Perturabo's stubbornness made Wop feel helpless and understandable.

He knew Perturabo well, just as he knew every Primarch he had personally taught.

If he insists on denying the original body's sincere feelings, then what is the difference between him and Niebabo?

Don't be too twisted in life.

But Wop was always screwed, Perturabo was always screwed.

They were competing with each other to see who would let go first.

Deep down, Wop regards Perturabo as his own son, and doesn't Perturabo regard him as his father?

However, the emotional bond between them is too complicated.

Wop had already made Perturabo recognize Dammex as his adoptive father, and he only accompanied him as a mentor.

How could you suddenly change your mind?

So they fell into a delicate stalemate.

Wop had some concerns in his heart. He was worried that if he rashly asked Perturabo to change his words, he would be rejected, and then they would not even be able to remain teacher and student.

Perturabo also longed for a closer relationship with Wop, but he also feared being rejected by Wop.

They all cherish the special bond between each other and want to take it a step further, but they are all afraid of it.

But Dorn had succeeded in breaking Perturabo's defense, and a bitter feeling welled up inside him.

Why can Dorn call Wop "Dad" without any scruples, but he can only stick to the distant relationship of mentor?

This is not fair!

Perturabo didn't hate Dorn, he was just a child, he didn't understand anything.

He didn't hate Wop, it was just that he was too stubborn earlier and missed the opportunity.

But he hated himself!

I hate myself for being so cowardly and so twisted.

So he must take the initiative and express his feelings!

They both knew why Perturabo called him by his first name.

Wop looked at Perturabo's stubborn eyes and sighed softly, "Perturabo, call me daddy."

"Father!" Perturabo blurted out almost without thinking.

This scene had been brewing in his heart for too long, and now he was finally able to express it out loud.

Perturabo felt the long-held depression in his chest melt away, and he felt relieved.

He unconsciously straightened his back, as if to prove that he was worthy of being called father.

Wop raised his hand, wanting to touch Perturabo's cheek like he did when they were children, but in the end his palm gently fell on his shoulder.

"Abo, I will always be proud of you."

When a father chases his son, there's a mountain between them; when a son chases his father, there's a layer of g

What they thought was a woefully thick barrier was actually only a thin layer of window paper, and Perturabo pierced it.

Now that the truth has been revealed, why should they let this veil hinder them any longer?

These words were like a key that opened Perturabo's heart. His voice choked slightly, "Father, I..."

Before Perturabo could finish his words, he caught a glimpse of the short stick Dorn was holding from the corner of his eye, and his expression instantly darkened.

"Snapped!"

Perturabo snatched the short stick back, and Dorn's mouth pursed, "Brother."

Hearing the word "brother", Perturabo did not comfort him. Instead, he leaned close to Dorn's little face and emphasized word by word: "This is mine. Even if you are my brother, you can't take it away from me!"

He could share a lot with Dawn, even as a father, but not this!

The Father loves all the Primarchs, he cannot keep them all to himself, he must share.

But the Evolution Truster is unique. It is a gift from his father and his father’s expectation of him. No one can take it away from him!

Don’t you have your own gifts?

"Abo, don't do this to your brother."

Wop stepped forward to separate the two Primarchs, picked up Dorn with one hand, and put his other hand on Perturabo's shoulder to gently push him away.

Dawn felt very aggrieved, "But, this is given to me by my brother."

Don never lied, not even when he was just a child.

Perturabo was silent as he remembered the events of the previous night.

In order to coax Dorn and also to show off, he took the initiative to give the Evolution Truster to his younger brother, and then fell asleep with his younger brother and the Evolution Truster in his arms at night.

When he woke up, he was attracted by the magnificent city again.

He noticed that the Evolution Truster was held in Dorn's arms, but he didn't care. After all, he was in his brother's hands and wouldn't lose it.

But Perturabo, who had just found his father, was too happy and suddenly became stressed.

So, the fault is really his.

Perturabo lowered his eyes, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes. He knelt on one knee before Dorn and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, Dorn. It's my fault. I was too impulsive."

Despite apologizing, Perturabo silently took the Evolution Truster into his arms. "But I didn't give it to you, and I wouldn't give it to anyone else. It's mine. I just lent it to you to look at and forgot to take it back. Anyway, this time, the fault is mine."

Dorn raised his childish face and stretched out his chubby little hand to tug at Perturabo's sleeve. "Well, then I forgive you, brother. Get up now."

After saying this, he puffed out his chest proudly as if he had completed a sacred mission.

Saphir blinked in confusion, her eyes moving back and forth between the three of them. She had no idea what the father and son were doing.

They have a tacit understanding between them that is difficult for others to achieve, and they know each other's personalities and experiences very well.

They can understand each other from every subtle change in expression and every look. It is not telepathy but better than telepathy.

But in the eyes of outsiders, they are just being riddlers.

Saphir couldn't understand why Perturabo was so happy to recognize his father, and why he suddenly got angry with the child.

In short, this family is very strange.

Are all Terrans like this?

"Pepe..." Safir didn't know what to call him.

Perturabo: "You may call me by my first name, Sister Saphir."

Wop told him about his experiences in Invert yesterday, including a girl named Saphir, who was no stranger to Perturabo.

Saphir: "Perturabo, why do you want to see the Patriarch?"

"I hope to collaborate with Clan Dorne."

Safir subconsciously looked at Wop, thinking that this was Wop's instruction.

Although the deal proposed by Perturabo was beyond Wop's expectations, he would still support Perturabo unconditionally.

Safire asked, "In what way?"

"Knowledge."

……

Old Dorn met Perturabo in the council chamber and asked only one brief question: "How do we cooperate?"

“Knowledge is both the subject of collaboration and the means of collaboration.”

Even when facing the ruler of Clan Dorne, the young man showed no fear. "I hope to gain the knowledge of Invert."

Old Dorn: "If it is as you say, what can Olympia offer us in return?"

Since it is cooperation, it must be mutually beneficial, otherwise it is just assistance.

If Perturabo really comes from another world and does not threaten Invert's interests, it would not be a bad idea to provide some help.

But since Perturabo offered to cooperate, he had to prove his worth.

Perturabo: "Olympia has nothing to give, but I can."

Olympia can only produce live-fire rifles, but Invit can manufacture space battleships, and its technological level completely crushes Olympia.

Olympia's artistic attainments are indeed higher than Invit's, but wanting to exchange a few paintings for Invit's high technology is pure wishful thinking.

Therefore, Olympias could not give Invit any knowledge in return, and the only one she could give was Perturabo.

Perturabo: "You can provide me with a relatively low-level basic technology. I can improve it based on the original technology to increase efficiency, reduce costs, or improve performance."

“If I can deliver on my promise, I think we can have a long-term cooperation.”

"Every time you provide me with a piece of technology, I will suggest improvements."