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

Where are the gods?

This simple yet deadly question causes people to begin to doubt their faith.

If gods exist, why don't they bring down divine punishment?

The priests claimed that the gods did not perform miracles because people were not pious enough.

But wasn't Perturabo blasphemous enough?

Why did the gods hesitate to punish him?

"Our Abo is awesome!"

Caliphony stepped forward quickly, taking her brother's arm with a bright smile. "You've silenced those priests again. I guess they won't dare to debate with you again now, will they?"

Perturabo: "They only wish for my swift death."

With Perturabo's death, however it happened, his arguments would fall apart.

Because the priests would only declare that his death was divine punishment, no matter how rigorous his logic was, it would be interpreted as blasphemy, so assassins were indispensable.

This is not speculation, but a fact that has already happened.

But this is Rocks, and the priests did not dare to assassinate the tyrant's descendants in a high-profile manner.

Culliphany asked softly, "Abo, Brother Wop will be back tomorrow morning, right?"

Perturabo: "Not surprisingly, yes."

Initially, Wop disappeared every night and returned to Olympia every morning, with a round trip frequency of half a day.

Now Wop only makes the trip every three days.

He would spend three days each in Invit and Olympia, a situation Perturabo was accustomed to.

Caliphonie blinked slightly and asked, "Will you go to Invert again?"

"Not yet," Perturabo said. "I only need to go back once a month to complete the technical handover and data update."

He is already ten years old.

In the past few years, he has submitted hundreds of basic technology improvement plans to the Dorne clan, most of which have been adopted.

For example, he successfully increased the production efficiency of the Ice Nest Factory controlled by the Dorne Clan by 10%-30%.

Over the long years, although Invert's civilization has not been interrupted, some sophisticated technologies are inevitably lost. In addition, the aging and wear of factory equipment will affect its production capacity.

Perturabo's improvements were not technological innovations; he simply identified the crux of the problem, sometimes even just drawing a circle on the design drawing.

As a reward for his cooperation, he eagerly absorbed the knowledge provided by the Dorne clan every day.

"Then," Caliphini said with great anticipation, "Can I go to Invert?"

Perturabo stared down at his sister.

Califhani lowered her head guiltily, her voice as low as a mosquito's, "I just want to go to Invert to take a look."

Chapter 197: Teach You How to Be a Good Person (5K)

Perturabo: "Sister, you are no longer a child."

Culliphany yanked his arm in anger and said, "You're already this old, but you still cling to Brother Wop all day long."

"He is my father."

"He's my brother!"

"You are my sister, and Wop is my father. It is wrong for you to call me brother."

Caliphini made a playful face and said, "I don't care, we can just call each other our own!"

"That won't work either." Perturabo's refusal was firm.

He knew exactly whether Carlyphane wanted to go to Invert or what she wanted to do.

"You have the final say!"

"Then ask your father."

"Which father?"

"Both of you have to agree."

Perturabo could defeat all the wise men and priests in debate, but he could not defeat his sister.

Because Carly Fannie wouldn't talk logic to him, she could act coquettishly and be willful.

Even if Perturabo refused verbally, his words would not count.

Because the key lies in Wop.

If Culliphany continued to act coquettishly, Wop probably wouldn't have the heart to refuse her.

This is Caliphony's irreplaceable advantage, and Perturabo feels inferior to her.

He couldn't bring himself to do it, and Wop probably wouldn't buy it either.

Fortunately, his brother did the same, which was something to be thankful for.

Dorne had had this advantage, but he had grown up, and the childhood of a Primarch was always exceptionally short.

……

"Don."

Old Dorn stared at the young man standing upright in front of him and asked, "How many years have you been in Invert?"

Dawn: "Three years, Grandpa."

"You look like a complete adult." Old Dorne smiled and shook his head, "But even the most powerful warrior of the Dorne clan is not as good as you."

"My father said I'm still in the growth stage," said Dorn, who is over two meters tall.

"Primarch," Old Dorn murmured, "I have witnessed your growth with my own eyes. I am now 100% convinced that you are not an Invert. Invert could not produce such a great work."

"Forgive me for calling you that, child, but I don't know how else to describe the...miracle that is you."

Dorn remained silent, like a perfect sculpture.

Dorn didn't care how Old Dorn addressed him, he was just shocked.

Dorn learned everything quickly, including combat, tactics, strategy, politics, diplomacy, science... He showed extraordinary talent in learning and, like his brother Perturabo, was an absolute inhuman genius.

It took him only three years to master all the knowledge of Professor Dorn, and he and Perturabo continued to innovate.

"I have nothing left to teach you."

Old Dorn's exclamation voice was filled with satisfaction and pride for his grandson, mixed with a hint of hidden bitterness.

I'm afraid Wop would feel the same as him.

When students graduate, the teacher no longer has anything to teach them, so what is the role of the teacher?

Dorn was silent for a moment, then he organized his words and said slowly, "You can also teach me how to be a human being."

Old Dorn made a joke, "Isn't having your father enough? I don't want to take his job. He might even come after me."

Dawn shook his head firmly, "Father isn't that kind of person. He's not that petty."

Old Dorn's eyes were filled with worry and helplessness. "What worries me most is your character, Dorn. You're too rigid. Unlike your brother, who knows how to be flexible and adaptable."

Don: "This is the difference in our innate personalities. Father taught us all equally and loved me and my brother equally."

Old Dorn couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright, alright, there's no need to rush to defend him. I didn't attack your father."

Dawn's voice remained steady, "I'm not blaming you either."

Old Don couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. After three years of living together day and night, he had already regarded Don as his own son, but he was also increasingly worried about his grandson's character.

Donne is impeccable in every aspect, but he is too straightforward and rigid. When he talks to people, he always speaks directly, lacking the necessary tact in his words, and often kills the conversation inadvertently.

He wished Dawn could learn the art of language, even just a little.

He didn't expect Dorn to be as good at dealing with people as Perturabo, but he should at least have some tactful philosophy of life.

Otherwise, it’s easy to offend others unintentionally.

If he were just a child, no one would take him seriously.

But the Primarchs matured very early, and Dorne was already three years old, he had grown up.

"My father told me that my brothers are generous people and they won't care about these things."

Don was just a man of few words, but he was actually very thoughtful. He could see the deep worry hidden between old Don's brows.

Old Dorn stared at Dorn's resolute face and was silent for a moment before speaking, "Are you sure you want to participate in the trial in a week?"

Dawn nodded, "I won't let you down."

"Go find your father. He's waiting for you in the library."

After leaving old Dorne's private study, Dorne boarded the hovercraft that had been waiting outside.

With the low-frequency hum of the anti-gravity engine, the hovercraft rose smoothly into the air, and outside the porthole was the steel forest of the ice nest.

The ice nest is hundreds of times more habitable than the ground, and the air is cold but clean.

The cold is deliberately maintained by the Dorne clan, who need to use the cold to train their people.

If they ever have to go to the surface, adapting to the cold could save their lives.

At the same time, maintaining a lower temperature in the ice nest can also effectively save energy.

Clean because there is no pollution, although factories also produce waste.

However, the automatic recycling system will process the waste, and those that cannot be processed can be discharged into the wild.

Ice is not suitable for living anyway, so as long as the quality of life of the ice nest residents can be guaranteed, it will be fine.

Dorn stared at the crisscrossing metal bridges below, where thousands of hovercrafts moved in an orderly manner.

He was not Invit, but this city was his home.

Old Dorne was his grandfather, and the Dorne clan were his relatives.

So he is also an Invit.

The hovercraft flew over the administrative district with its many spires. The lumen lights embedded in the buildings created a never-ending daylight for this underground city.

"Authorization verified, welcome, Rog Dorn."

The library's intelligent center issued a mechanical female voice after scanning the Primarch's entire body.

Dorne strode through the vaulted corridor and saw the figure leaning over the Thinker terminal in the reading room he usually used.

"Father." Dawn called softly.

"Come on, take a seat first. I'm copying data for your brother. Wait for me for five more minutes."

Wop turned around and pointed to the chair beside him with a smile, then buried his head among the thinkers again.

The Icebrood's library contains both valuable paper books and electronic copies of these books that the Contemplators possess, accessible via datapads.

Wop: "Is Old Dorn's class over?"

Dawn nodded slightly, "Grandpa said he has nothing left to teach me."

Wop: "That's just the theoretical part of the course. You have a lot to learn, kid."

"I will keep your teachings in mind, father."

Even when chatting with Wop, Dorn's personality didn't improve much, but he would occasionally take the initiative to find a topic of conversation.

"Father," Dawn said, "When will my biological father come?"

Wop: "Who knows, maybe when you unify Invitation, he will choose the right time to appear."

Dorn: "Father, you said my home planet is unique?"

Wop nodded. "Invert's existence is indeed strange. It doesn't conform to the known patterns of colonization I've summarized. Human colonial expansion has always followed two patterns: either abundant resources or possessing special value."

When humans colonize other worlds, they always do so for a variety of reasons.

There are two types of resource-rich worlds, one of which is a habitable world.

This is the most common world type, housing the vast majority of human colonies in the galaxy.