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

……

After listening to Dorn's narration, Old Dorn's gaze slowly shifted to the young man whose mouth was still bleeding.

"The Lann clan is willing to surrender."

Fafnir Lane knelt on one knee. Since he had lost, he had to lose cleanly and decisively. He would only be looked down upon if he hesitated!

Old Dorn's gaze fell on his granddaughter, "Sapphire, someone needs treatment. Go find a doctor."

"Don't worry about me, I won't die." Lan En wiped the blood stubbornly with the back of his hand, and frowned in pain because the action touched his broken ribs.

When he arrived, he only received the most basic treatment in the clan, and Dorn only persuaded him once and didn't do it again.

Soldiers like him all have their own pride, so even his earnest advice would be a waste of time.

Donne doesn't like nonsense, he is more pragmatic.

Since Fafnir insists on doing so, Dorne will grant his wish.

This also caused his injury to continue until now.

Although Dorn didn't use his full strength, the punch still injured Lann's internal organs, but since he was not dead yet, it meant that the injury was not fatal.

Since it is not fatal, it doesn't matter whether it is treated or not.

Lann suppressed the pain and looked up into old Dorne's eyes. "Dorn promised us that he would lead Clan Lann to the stars. Does Clan Dorne acknowledge this promise?"

"Rogal Dorn's promise is the promise of Clan Dorne," Old Dorn responded solemnly. "Once this is over, he will succeed me as the new head of Clan Dorne, and Clan Dorne will obey his will."

The old patriarch's personal promise made him feel relieved, and Lann finally let go of his worries.

But just as he exhaled, the exhalation movement pulled the wound again, and warm blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth again.

Lann raised his hand to wipe away the blood, but as soon as he wiped it off, it flowed down again.

Lan gritted his teeth and swallowed the sweet taste in his throat, straightening his back in front of Dorn.

"My Lord, I think I can still be saved..."

Lann forced himself to maintain a serious expression, but before he could finish his words, his head tilted and his vision gradually blurred.

……

"Abo, you stayed up late again?"

Wop pushed the door open, avoiding the scattered blueprints, and placed his personal meditator on Perturabo's desk.

Herein lies the knowledge and data that Perturabo seeks, and once he has mastered the old knowledge, he will learn this new knowledge.

He wanders in the ocean of knowledge every day, tirelessly absorbing new strength - knowledge is power.

Perturabo: "I just woke up early."

"How is Dorne now?" Perturabo didn't want to dwell on this matter, nor did he want to make his father worry. He was more concerned about his brother's current situation.

Wop: "Dorn has passed the Dornish Trial and convinced Clan Lann to accept peace. He is now the heir of the old Dorne."

Perturabo was pleased with his brother's accomplishment, but he wasn't surprised.

That's how the Primarch should be.

But Perturabo soon felt a little disappointed. "Dorn is making faster progress than I am."

He is obviously the older brother, but he lags behind his younger brother, which inevitably makes him feel a little lost and unwilling.

Wop: "The situation in Inverte is different from that in Olympia. You have to admit that Dorne has better luck than you."

Perturabo shook his head, a smile of relief on his face. "No, I don't think so."

"Olympia is indeed not as strong as Invit, but my luck is not worse than his."

"I have everything he has, and I had it before him."

"I have no complaints about it. My luck is better than his!"

Dawn has a grandfather, a father, and a sister.

Perturabo has one too, and is the father of two.

Olympia could not give him the same level of technology as Invit, but the love he gave them as a father was equal.

If we only talk about the relative size of their forces, the Dorne clan is almost the same as the Rocks clan.

Perturabo wants to unify the Twelve City-States, and Dorne must also unify Invert.

Even if Dorne does not need to resort to war to achieve its goals, convincing the other clans will be a long process.

Perturabo: "Father, Father has invited us to the theatre this afternoon."

"Why do you suddenly want to see a show?" asked Wop.

"My tyrant father was worried that his relationship with his children was becoming too distant, and he was anxious and wanted to use family gatherings to strengthen their relationship."

Wop sighed, "Being twisted is indeed a contagious disease!"

Perturabo: "I'm not twisted."

"Will you go?" he asked again, with a hint of expectation.

Wop gave a faint smile, "Why not?"

He wouldn't think that his relationship with the Primarch was too close, so there would be no harm in that, right?

……

The theater's hall was filled with Olympians.

The nobles of Rocks lay on low couches arranged in a circle according to their status. The air was filled with the fragrance of spices and fine wine, and the table was filled with delicacies.

As the melodious music played, dancers draped in light gauze fluttered among the guests like butterflies.

They skillfully waved long silk ribbons, lightly passing over the guests' heads and above their plates.

Whenever the ribbons playfully blocked a noble's hand from reaching for delicious food, or brushed playfully across the face of a guest indulging in sensual pleasures, they might be embraced by the noble and played with in public.

At this time, the reveling crowd would cheer, applaud and laugh loudly.

Olympians have always been like this.

According to Locke's law, as long as it does not disrupt social order, it is not a crime to indulge in promiscuity in public. There are even temples that provide sexual services to citizens in the name of religion.

The only exception is adultery.

Once a person is caught red-handed, regardless of gender, he or she can be executed on the spot, and the murderer will not be held accountable.

The nobles enjoyed indulging in debauchery, and it was not illegal.

It is not even considered shameful, but some people use it as a way to show off.

Culliphany stood on tiptoe and rested her chin affectionately on Wop's shoulder in a showy manner.

Perturabo frowned slightly. His sister was still too presumptuous, and Dammecus didn't do anything about it?

Dammex's gaze lingered briefly between Wop and Caliphonie, then he looked away calmly.

Ignore their intimacy.

It is true that Culliphant is his daughter, but the close relationship between Wop and Culliphant has long been no secret in the Rocks Palace.

Nominally they are teacher and student, but in reality they are more like father and daughter than Dammex.

What qualifications does a mere tyrant like him have to take charge?

The tyrant's exclusive seat is located in the center of the theater, with a base made of pure white marble that is higher than all other seats.

This pedestal symbolized the royal family's noble status and also allowed Damecus to have a panoramic view of the entire amphitheater.

"Enan, Mondak, please sit down." The tyrant smiled and waved to the ministers and nobles who stood up to salute.

All the Twelve Wisdom Masters are here, and they are all looking forward to the performance.

Dammecus swirled the wine in his golden cup. "Wop, you don't seem to be very interested in the performance? That's right, you hardly ever come here."

For the past few years, Woppe's life has been pretty routine.

Apart from the palace, he only goes to Anvil Camp and occasionally goes to the market at the behest of Caliphine.

By Rocks standards, Wop is a typical low-desire person.

He seemed to desire nothing but the Primarch, but this was undoubtedly a pure love.

Wop: "I prefer the Eighth and Ninth Arts to the Drama."

Dammex gave a puzzled look.

Wop: "People's aesthetic tastes are constantly changing, and the way art is presented will also continue to advance with the times. The seven traditional arts are painting, sculpture, architecture, music, poetry, dance, and drama. The eighth art is film, and the ninth art is games."

Speaking of this, Wop also showed a thoughtful expression.

Perhaps in the Golden Age, Fenris and Nocturne were also a unique art.

This is a truly immersive experience that is unmatched by any other art form.

The Emperor's golden corn figurine is also a form of art.

Similarly, Comoros may also be a kind of art.

But this kind of art is still too advanced and too biased for human beings.

Then, isn't Wop's nurturing of the Primarch also an art?

Chapter 200: It’s Not Okay to Think About It, It’s a Sin to Think About It (5K)

The dramas of Olympia all revolve around their mythological system, and the "Antaram" currently being performed on the stage is a typical example.

In the Olympian pantheon.

The gods lived on Mount Telephas, and the twin kings who ruled over them were Gozek and Calaphis.

They are also symbols of royal power, and the statues on both sides of the tyrant's throne belong to these two gods.

Antaram is the son of the King of the Two Kings, a true demigod.

The first act of the story begins when Gozek falls in love with a mortal princess of Spibanu, and Calaphis also falls in love with her.

The two gods made love with her on the same day and gave birth to Antaram.

When Antaram came of age, he inherited the throne from his grandfather.

According to custom, he went to the temple when he ascended the throne and prayed to the goddess of fate, Annoinkhe.

Pray for the goddess's favor and predict the future of the king and the kingdom.

As expected, the goddess of fate delivered an oracle: your country will be destroyed by the ravages of other countries.

Antaram was panicked and wanted to ask the goddess of fate for details, but the goddess of fate ignored him.

“Destiny never explains, it only declares.”

In desperation, Antaram decided to climb Mount Telephas in order to save his people.

Thus begins the second act.

He knew his own life experience and wanted to seek help from his two fathers.

Mortals cannot climb to the top of the mountain, which belongs to the realm of the gods.

But Antaram is a demigod and he is not restricted by this.

After nine days and nine nights of climbing, he finally reached the top of Mount Telephas.

However, the gods already knew his intentions, and the King of the Two Kings was extremely indifferent to him.

Antaram originally thought that his father would help him, but not only did Gozek not help him, he also wanted to take back his divine bloodline because of his blasphemy against the land of the gods.

Gozek: "My son, you are filled with the cowardice of a mortal! If you cannot prove yourself, you are unworthy of being a descendant of the gods!"

When Antalam was in despair, only the goddess of life Hefne took pity on Antalam and pleaded for him, but the King of the Two Kings did not buy it.

Calafius: "Then let him face the Cage of Retribution! If he survives, I will acknowledge his divinity!"

So Antaram was put in a cage and hung on a cliff to be exposed to the sun, wind and rain.

The cage of divine punishment locked up the half of his blood that belonged to God, and he was no different from a mortal in the cage.

After seven days and seven nights, Antaram was dying.