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

"Didn't he ask us to follow him?" Akshida looked confused.

"My Lord wants us not to disturb him," Nairo said. "We need to complete the mission My Lord has given us and convey My Lord's will to others."

Akshida lowered his voice: "He just declared that the prophet is not a prophet. This is blasphemy against the gods!"

"I know," Nero said, "but the Prophet himself admitted that he was not a prophet. Are you going to disobey the Prophet's orders?"

Akshida was silent, and Nairo patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Akshida. Just be patient, time will give us the answer."

Chapter 55: Stories from Colchis

The day and night in Colchis last about 85 terra hours each. The long daytime exposure to sunlight causes the surface temperature to rise sharply, while the long night causes the temperature to drop sharply.

This extreme temperature difference between day and night makes Colchis extremely desolate with hot weather during the day and cold nights, thin atmosphere, and deserts covering most of the land, with only a few oases along the coast.

As a result, a unique biosphere was born in Colchis. In order to adapt to the environment, plants evolved structures that were more resistant to storing water, and animals could also stay awake for dozens of hours.

But humans are an invasive alien species and cannot work 85 hours a day.

In order to better adapt to the environment, the ancient ancestors of Colchis divided a day into seven small days: dawn, morning, long noon, late noon, dusk, cold fall and high night. These small days were further divided into the start period, main work period and rest night period.

Each small day is about 24 terra hours, and each phase is about 8 terra hours.

Among the seven hours of a day, the long afternoon is the hottest and the long night is the coldest. People usually stay at home all day during these two hours.

It was late afternoon when the caravan arrived at the camp. When Luo Jia woke up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, the sun had already set.

The temperature has started to drop at this time, it is not too cold and not as hot as during the day.

As soon as Luo Jia opened his eyes, he saw Wop, and subconsciously shrank into his arms, closed his eyes again, and let his body temperature wrap him up.

Wop frowned and pinched his cheek: "Don't sleep anymore, get up and go to class."

"Oh." Luo Jia drew out the last word and slowly moved away from his arms, but still rubbed his shoulders affectionately before sitting up straight, with his hands obediently placed on his knees, looking like 'I am very obedient'.

Erebus's face was tense, afraid that he would reveal any expression.

Lorgar's gaze passed lightly over him and returned to Wop without even a pause.

Wop did not rush into anything, but was thinking about how to educate Lorca.

During the time that Luo Jia was asleep, he had been thinking about this problem, but found that no matter how he taught, there were flaws.

So he decided to use his usual parenting method and let nature take its course.

Wop: "Let me tell you a story. This is how I taught Coze."

Luo Jia lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a light shadow on his eyelids, and a faint light seemed to flow in the depths of his violet pupils.

Although Wop did not tell him, Lorgar could guess that Curze was one of his brothers and had known Wop before him. Although he knew nothing about this brother, this was not the first time Wop had talked about Curze, and his brother was very much loved by Wop.

"This story takes place in Colchis, but not on the land beneath our feet, but in the kingdom of ancient Terra."

"Legend has it that there was a beautiful maiden named Medea, the daughter of King Aeetes of Colchis and a priestess of the goddess Hecate."

"In another kingdom, Thessaly, there lived a prince named Jason. His uncle Pelias usurped the throne of his father Aeson and ordered Jason to go to Colchis in search of the Golden Fleece."

"In order to find the Golden Fleece, the goddess of wisdom Athena helped Jason gather many heroes and also helped them build a large ship, the Argo."

"They overcame many difficulties along the way and finally arrived in Colchis. But the Golden Fleece belonged to King Aeetes of Colchis, the son of Helios, the sun god, and Perse, the patron goddess."

"Aeetes placed the Golden Fleece on an oak tree and had it guarded by a powerful dragon, because the oracle told him that his life was closely tied to the Golden Fleece, and that if the Golden Fleece lived, he would live, and if the Golden Fleece died, he would die."

To help Jason, Hera, the Queen of Heaven, and Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, sought out Eros, the God of Love, and cast a spell to make Medea fall in love with Jason. For love, Medea betrayed her father, Aeetes, and used a magic potion to put the dragon to sleep, helping Jason obtain the Golden Fleece.

"Her brother, Apsyrtus, was also on the Argo. He was one of the heroes who helped Jason capture the Golden Fleece. But to delay her father, Medea brutally dismembered Apsyrtus and threw him into the sea."

"Aeetes lost time trying to collect his body, and was never able to catch up with the Argo."

"Zeus, the king of gods, was enraged by Apsyrtus's death and sent a storm to disorient the Argonauts. The Argonauts' sacred tree told them that they must find Circe, the goddess of magic and aunt of Medea and sister of Aeetes, to atone for the sin of killing Apsyrtus."

After going through untold hardships, they finally returned to Iolcus in Thessaly. But Jason's father, Aeson, had been killed by his uncle, Pelias. His mother had hanged herself, and his younger brother had also been murdered by Pelias.

"To avenge Jason, Medea deceived the daughters of Pelias into believing she could restore Pelias' youth, provided they cut up his flesh and bones and boiled them."

"They succeeded in their revenge, but they were unable to regain the throne, which passed to Acastus, son of Pelias, who had also been one of the Argolian heroes."

"Jason and Medea were banished by Acastus. They lived in Corinth for ten years, during which time they had two sons. But Jason was tired of his wife Medea and wanted to abandon her and marry the king's daughter."

"In her anger and grief, Medea poisoned the princess and cruelly killed her two sons."

Wop asked, "What did you learn from this story?"

Luo Jia: "Does she regret it?"

Wop: "She was filled with regret and often missed her country and her father, and her grief wasted away."

Luo Jia's voice was very soft, like a feather falling on the silent water: "She is a pitiful woman, but she betrayed her father."

In ancient Terra, the story is as familiar as it is around the world.

People praised the heroic deeds of the Agorian heroes, but their opinions on Medea were quite polarized.

Many people contemptuously call her a witch, only talking about Medea's radical behavior but not why she is radical.

The only relatively positive comment about Medea is that she dares to love and hate.

But does she really love Jason?

If it weren't for the curse of Cupid, their lives would have had no intersection.

She could abandon the whole world for Jason, but Jason abandoned her.

But if you continue to dig deeper into the underlying logic of the story, you will find that the voyage of the Argo is just a game of the gods.

Jason's betrayal and Medea's tragic ending are just farces that no one cares about after the game is over.

Erebus was very smart, and like Lorgar, he understood the truth that Wop wanted to tell them.

His Adam's apple rolled and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

His voice was dry, like a question squeezed out from between his teeth: "Are all gods... like this?"

Wop suddenly chuckled, "No, they are far more cruel than the Greek gods. The Greek gods don't even have the qualifications to flatter them."

Chapter 56 Atheism

There are many Greek stories, and Wop broke them down one by one and told them to Lorgar and Erebus. The underlying logic of all these stories is the same: the world is a huge stage, and there are no actors on it, only the gods and their puppets.

The world runs according to the will of the gods, and they do not allow anything to be beyond their control.

"Arachne was born into a family of weavers and possessed an extraordinary talent for weaving. One day, the goddess of wisdom heard rumors about her and disguised herself as an old woman to challenge Arachne to a competition."

"Athena painted a picture of herself battling Poseidon, and she thought she had won, but Arachne's work was more perfect than hers."

"But the picture Arachne wove was of Zeus having an affair with a mortal woman. Athena used this as an excuse to destroy Arachne's work and her weaving tools in anger, and even turned her into a spider."

Erebus grew silent, no longer kneeling in prayer at dawn or writing scriptures all over his body with ink soaking his skin.

Late one night, he stood alone in the dim light of the bathroom, water rushing over his skin as he scrubbed mechanically, rubbing until it bled and was covered in bruises, as if trying to peel some invisible mark from his flesh.

In the stories Wop tells, those who rebel against the gods suffer a tragic end.

Those who resist always end up in the most miserable way. Their fate is either being nailed to the gears of fate and crushed, or wailing in eternal torture.

And what about the gods?

The gods are always high above, playing around in the human world and staging one farce after another at the end of the story.

Erebus became more and more silent. He locked himself in his room all day long, almost never meeting outsiders, and only listened attentively when Wop was teaching.

Although Woppe admitted more than once that the stories he told were true, he also warned them that the real gods were far more brutal than the gods in the stories.

The people of Colchis believed in the gods devoutly, but what did they get?

There is only endless oppression and suffering.

Erebus lost his faith and the ability to continue to believe.

Erebus walked onto the deck in a daze. Outside the deck was an endless desert, and the land boat's steam engine was pushing it forward in the desert.

When he came to his senses, Erebus found himself standing in the shadow at the junction of the slave dormitory and the believers' dormitory.

The crowd prostrated themselves on the ground like a tide, forming a devout vortex on the rusty deck.

And in the center of the vortex, Lorgar stood there.

In just a few dozen days, the boy has grown taller and taller, and his body is almost oppressive.

When he lowered his violet eyes, the kneeling crowd rose and fell at his feet like waves of wheat. The dim light from the ceiling cast a dark golden outline on him, making him look like an ancient god awakening.

"Stand up," he said, his violet eyes scanning every face that looked up. "I'm not here to accept your kneeling, I'm here to lead you to stand up."

There was a rustling commotion among the crowd. The white-haired Nero was the first to stand up tremblingly, followed by the second and third. The slaves stood up under his leadership, followed by other believers.

Luo Jia looked at them, but he didn't feel happy.

They stood up, but they didn't understand why they stood up.

If someone orders them to kneel, they will kneel faster than they can stand up.

Making them understand why they should stand up is one of Lorgar's missions.

"From this moment on," Lorgar raised his hand and tore off the shackles on a young man, "there will be no more slaves here. Slavery has been abolished, and everyone is equal."

This was the first time he exercised his power and majesty. He wanted to challenge the old order, and he started with this rotten slavery.

The crowd fell into a strange silence, without joy or cheers, only confusion.

The slaves had been kneeling for so long that they had forgotten how to stand up and had forgotten what freedom felt like.

The believers remain devout. These slaves once belonged to Kor Phaeron, but now they belong to Lorgar, who can deal with them as he pleases.

His granting of freedom to these slaves was a testament to the Prophet’s kindness.

Lorgar abolished slavery, but it seemed not to have happened.

Lorca: "Sit down."

There was a rustling sound on the deck as slaves hesitantly knelt, scattering across the metal floor like shells stranded at low tide. Lorgar sat casually among them, his majestic white robes shed, hanging loosely around his shoulders, almost blending into the shadows in the dim light.

"Except during the long noon and high night, I will come here at this time every day from now on. I hope you will come too. This is not an order, but a request."

The people were about to kneel down in panic, but Luo Jia anticipated their movements and stopped them: "No kneeling."

The believers were caught in a painful contradiction - they were afraid of disrespecting the Prophet, but they did not dare to disobey his orders.

Their bodies were twisted into strange postures by the entanglement, with their knees half-bent and their backs half-bent and half-straight, like a group of puppets controlled by invisible strings.

Until they could no longer hold on to that awkward appearance and fell to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

"My Lord," Nero asked tremblingly, "are you a prophet?"

The crowd's gaze converged on Lorca like a tide, each pair of eyes filled with confusion and desire.

"I am not a prophet of the gods, I am the Primarch of humanity." Lorgar's voice was soft, but every syllable was crystal clear, slicing through the hearts of his followers like a sharp blade. "I do not believe in the gods, and neither should you. Humanity has never needed salvation from the gods."

The believers' breaths froze, and the commotion spread through the crowd like ripples.

Luo Jia's handsome face was like a calm lake, neither angry nor anxious, his violet eyes looked at the crowd calmly.

This should have triggered a storm of faith collapse, gradually evolving into a bloody riot.

But when people looked up at Lorgar, they were unconsciously immersed in his calmness. His violet eyes were like deep pools, silently melting away all fear and confusion.

Gradually, the whispers and sobs died down, and the clenched fists loosened.

A strange tranquility fell on everyone's shoulders like moonlight, as if Lorgar's existence itself was the most powerful evidence for his declaration, and perhaps humans never needed to believe in gods.

Lorgar slowly raised his eyes. His voice was as gentle as a soft breeze. "Don't be afraid, and don't hesitate. I will tell you why humans don't need to believe in gods."

Chapter 57 The History of Humankind

"Where are we going?" Erebus asked.

"I don't know," Wop said. "This caravan has been following the route laid out by Kor Phaeron, searching for the camps of the rejected. I don't decide which way you go. That's Lorgar's decision."

He is a mentor, and teaching and educating is his job, but planning life is not his job.

Wop never planned Coze's life, so he wouldn't plan Lorgar's either.