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

The air around was too turbid, and the conditions in Macragge were not that bad.

Wop looked around and it seemed he was in a tunnel.

Wop's fingertips brushed against the jagged chisel marks on the rock wall, and dry gravel rolled down at the touch.

This is very similar to the environment where he first met Koz. He originally picked up Koz in a mine deep in the earth's crust.

So is it Corax this time?

Wop was not sure, after all, he thought it was a stone last time, but it was actually Angron.

Chapter 103 Compromiser (5K)

"It should be in this direction. What on earth is that?"

"I don't know, maybe an escape pod for the nobles of Kiavar?"

"Then we have to find him before the overseer does!"

From deep within the mine came the sounds of footsteps and conversations, as a group of hunched-backed slave miners moved through the dust.

The miners walking in front suddenly stopped, and a stranger blocked their way.

The miners subconsciously mistook him for an overseer, for his spotlessly clean clothes stood out from the miners' ragged clothes, which were caked with years of blood and sweat.

They held the daggers tightly, and a fierce look appeared on their pale faces, as if they had made some kind of determination.

Wop's eyes slowly swept over the group of miners. He was not Angron and did not have the ability to read minds, but every evasive look, every muscle bulging due to tension, and even the slight tremor of their fingertips turned into clear symbols in Wop's eyes. He was too familiar with this kind of resistance born out of despair!

Vulnerable groups are often more likely to become targets of unfair treatment, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they are more willing to believe in fairness and justice and silently bear the pressure of life.

Only when oppression exceeds the limit of endurance will people be forced to defend their dignity and rights in a fierce manner.

"I'm not an overseer, nor am I your enemy. I'm here for that child. If you want to resist, you must recognize who the true oppressor is."

Wop's voice was low and steady, like a bottomless lake.

The miners looked at each other, their clenched fists tightening and unclenching.

The rage of resistance flickered in their chests, but ultimately failed to burn through the ice of long-standing submission.

What if what Wop said was true?

What if he really wasn't the supervisor? Wouldn't they accidentally hurt innocent people?

The leading miner asked, "You said that was a child?"

Wop: "If he just fell, he must still be a child."

Miner: "Then we have to find him before the overseer does. Do you want to come with us?"

"Do you know where he is?"

"I know the approximate location, so do you want to come?"

"Let's go, you lead the way."

The tall miner slowly approached Wop, his dagger clenched, his knuckles white from excessive force, but he never swung.

After the miners surrounded Wop, he released the dagger and said, "I'm Erin. What's your name?"

"Wop."

Erin was very afraid of Wop because even though he was surrounded by miners, he could still chat and laugh with him, as if he didn't care about their threats at all.

This unnatural calmness was more disturbing than any verbal threats. Either he was a complete lunatic, or he had the confidence to ignore them. Either possibility made Erin dare not act rashly.

He quietly signaled to the other miners and led Wop through the mine.

They are familiar with every turn in the tunnels here, and coming back here is like coming home, because this is indeed their home.

From the day they were exiled to Lycaeus, this mining area became their eternal prison.

Erin: "You said it was a child. What did he look like?"

"Black hair, black eyes, fair skin."

"how old is he?"

"do not know."

"You came here for him, but you don't know how old he is?"

"Maybe it's babies, maybe it's children, they grow at a different rate than normal people."

"They?" Erin stopped. "I thought there was only one child."

Wop: "There is indeed only one in this world."

"Are you from another world?" Erin asked.

"I think that shouldn't be hard to see."

Erin stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head. "You're definitely different from the capitalists in the Technology Guild."

Wop's eyes were filled with surprise.

"You seem surprised?"

"Because I didn't expect there were still capitalists in this world."

"The world you came from seems to be an enlightened world?"

Wop shook his head. "Enlightened? You're wrong. Compared to gangs, religious oppression, tribalism, and slavery, capitalists are far more advanced!"

Erin frowned. "From the sound of your voice, it seems like you admire those blood-sucking capitalists?"

"I just thought it would be a beautiful sight to see them hanging side by side on the streetlights."

Erin smiled. "It seems we'll have a lot in common."

He didn't completely believe Wop yet, but he couldn't find any reason to doubt him for the time being unless they could find the boy Wop was talking about and it was indeed a boy.

The two teams of miners met unexpectedly at the intersection of the tunnels. Erin went to their leader and said, "Sharokin, follow us."

The young man called Sharokin nodded. His team also consisted of young boys and girls.

As they continued to go deeper, the crowd in the tunnel became more and more dense.

Miners poured out from various branch tunnels, their dark faces covered with dust, but they could not hide the suspicion and surprise in their eyes.

Lycaeus was a stagnant place, and there had never been any major changes. The "meteorite" that fell from the sky was the only exception.

So now they are all pulled by it, gathering in the same direction like iron filings attracted to a magnet.

Finally, they found the child at the end of a collapsed mine tunnel.

He was naked and white, with black hair draped over his shoulders, exactly as Wop described.

The child raised his face, and his dark eyes were like two deep springs, calmly reflecting the crowd around him.

His eyes swept across every confused face, without any fear or emotion, just like the mist condensed on the surface of a cold pond, reflecting everything in front of him in a distant manner.

A thin girl stood next to him. It was she who first discovered the child in the collapsed mine.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!"

An overseer who came upon hearing the news roughly pushed the crowd aside, and the miners were pushed and stumbled back. The screams that came one after another formed a suffocating wave of sound in the tunnel.

When the supervisor finally pushed through the crowd and came to the boy, the boy stretched out his hand.

He grabbed the overseer's head and took it off.

Blood spurted out from the broken neck like a fountain. This sudden spectacle froze the surrounding miners in an instant. Some opened their mouths but could not make a sound, some stepped back subconsciously but were tripped by their companions, and more people stood there stiffly as if they were nailed to the spot.

Whose child is this?

What kind of child is this?

The miners' instinctive reaction of survival made them retreat in fear like a tide, pushing each other to get away from this terrifying boy, fearing that the boy would also perform a trick on them.

Only Wop went against the crowd, step by step towards the boy who was still holding the overseer's head.

The boy loosened his fingers, and the head rolled to the ground like discarded ore, leaving a dark red trail on the ground.

Amid the others' horrified gazes, he opened his arms toward Wop.

Wop took off his coat and gently put it on the boy's shoulders, then squatted down again. When the boy's cold arms wrapped around his neck, Wop picked him up and took the little girl's hand again.

Wop glanced at the still-dazed miners, his voice echoing low in their ears, "We should leave now. Do you want to stay here and wait for other overseers to come and find us?"

Erin's eyes flashed, and he rushed to Wop's side in a few steps. He lowered his voice and said, "Follow me, this way, quickly."

He didn't know who Wop was, or who the boy was, but he saw in them an opportunity to overthrow the Overseer's rule!

Aelin yelled to the others, "Scatter away, avoid the Overseers' patrol routes! Sharokin, you stay here to deal with the bodies, disguise it as a landslide."

He was obviously very prestigious among the miners. The crowd dispersed tacitly like the receding tide. There was no questioning, no hesitation, only the sound of footsteps gradually fading away and a group of children who stayed in the mine and were skilled in installing explosives.

"What's the kid's name?" In the narrow alley winding down, Erin finally broke the silence.

Wop: "Corvus Corax."

"Are you his father?"

"No, but I am his mentor."

Ailin suddenly stopped, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. "Is this the first time you've met? Then you weren't afraid just now..."

Wop: "Corax has many flaws, but I trust he won't hurt me."

"Weaknesses?" Corax slightly raised his blood-stained face, confusion ripples in his deep eyes.

He was just born, he is still a child, what shortcomings could he have?

Erin moved aside a low-hanging rock wall and entered a dug-out mine. Several blankets covered in dust and sweat were spread on the ground.

Erin sat down on one of the blankets and patted the empty space next to him. "Let's rest for a while. Those overseers usually don't go deep into the mines. They won't be able to find us."

"Ephrenia." Ailin waved to the thin girl. "Go get some food. Do you remember where you hid it?"

Evelynya pursed her lips and nodded vigorously, then skillfully entered the side alley.

Erin's eyes flickered between Worp and Corax. "When are you planning on leaving?"

Wop: "I won't leave until I free this world."

Erin was stunned. "You want to help us?"

"What does Corax mean in Kiawar?"

"Savior." As soon as the words fell, Erin was stunned.

This child? The savior?

Wop's palm gently rested on Corax's hair. "Remember, Corax, you are the savior of Lycaeus and Chiaval."

"I... remember." Unlike his clueless brother, Corax had already learned the language.

Corax grabbed Wop's collar and asked stubbornly, "What are the shortcomings?"

Wop patted him on the back gently and said, "You are still young. I will teach you when you grow up."

Corax was as stubborn as his father. "Tell me about my shortcomings. I can understand and change."

Each Primarch has unique advantages. They have superior intelligence, grow much faster than ordinary people, and most of them are born with knowledge.

Therefore, they all mature too early, and even their childhood is fast-food. Before they can taste the sweetness, they are forced to digest the bitterness.

Wop had always tried to give the Primarchs a complete childhood, but so far he had failed because they grew up too fast and he could only give them half a childhood.

If Wop rushed to tell Corax now, he would not have had half a childhood.

Wop doesn't want to deprive him of his childhood, but Corax is eager to tear his childhood apart and become more mature.

"Not now," said Wop.

Corax said nothing, just stared at him.

Wop looked into Corax's stubborn eyes, as if gazing into a flame that would never be extinguished.

If anyone among them would compromise, it would be him.

Ailin held his breath and concentrated, feeling that there was some undercurrent between the father and son that he could not understand.

The subtle and complex atmosphere between them was like a bottomless spring, which made him dare not peek rashly, but also difficult to look away.