Meeting Tutu's Parents, But I Won't Indulge You / A Failed Man, But Not a Complete Failure

And then he did a cool drift in front of Arturo's house. The moment he opened the door, Marcelo even thought the guy in front of him was going to shout "Old Deng!"

"Hello, Mr. Marcelo, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Huang Cao extended her right hand and shook hands tightly with the middle-aged man in front of her, who suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

But why does it feel like my boss is visiting my home?

Marcelo immediately realized that this guy in front of him must hold a very high-ranking position in Utopia.

But... why does this guy's face look so familiar?

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.

Chapter 562 Meeting TuTu's Parents, But I Won't Indulge You

What is the reputation of the Utopia's Lord within Lateran?

The Demon King who destroyed the world, the conqueror of the land, the executioner who disposed of countless lives, the Uncrowned King of Terra.

But regardless of his title, he represented force and conquest in Lateran.

His reputation wasn't particularly good or bad, but if given a choice, Marcelo would definitely not consider him a very good son-in-law.

After all, it is common knowledge that the Utopia's Lord has many wives, both publicly and secretly.

It's very likely that you couldn't count them all on two hands. In this father's mind, how could someone so "philandering" possibly be a good man or a good husband?

At least in Lateran, where monogamy is the norm, Marcelo would never accept such a person as his son-in-law.

Even if the other party is a high and mighty Utopia's Lord, it won't work.

Besides, who knows if this guy has other intentions? He doesn't believe that a ruler of a country would have the idea of falling in love with a young girl.

There's definitely a conspiracy involved!

I can't let my daughter jump into this fire pit!

"You two know each other? Father?" Although she felt a bit annoyed, they were still father and daughter who had been together for over ten years.

Moreover, the halo above his head serves as a connection; this is definitely not the reaction of a normal person upon seeing a stranger.

Is there a problem?!

There's a serious problem!

"Come in, Mr. Huang," Marcelo said with a dark face. Only after the words "Mr. Huang" were uttered did Arturo truly realize that his father definitely knew Huang Cao.

After all, Arturo never revealed Huang Cao's real name, including his surname.

A feeling that was neither good nor bad gradually rose in her heart.

I don't care who this guy is, I already know that he has many wives.

Moreover, although Huang Cao never revealed her true identity to me from beginning to end, I didn't ask her either.

Strictly speaking, it doesn't count as deception.

Huang Cao naturally knew that Marcelo already knew his identity. Although Utopia's image wasn't good in Lateran, he was still a public figure, not to mention that he appeared on the international stage every day.

Sitting at the pristine white dining table, Huang Cao placed the prepared roses aside, glancing at Arturo beside her.

"Mr. Huang, what kind of person do you think the lord of Utopia is? For example, in terms of emotional matters, are there corresponding standards for judging him in your country?"

Marcelo served the boy a pot of black tea, speaking as gently as possible.

There was no other way. Although he disliked Huang Cao, Huang Cao was, after all, the leader of Utopia. If he angered Huang Cao, both he and Lateran would be in deep trouble.

"A noble person, a person who has not escaped base desires but leads everyone else to escape base desires, a true king."

Huang Cao never hid his self-praise, because he knew it was well-deserved.

I created Utopia, ensuring that more than half of the life on this land is well-fed and clothed.

This is enough to make anyone proud, and its core lies not in the power itself, but in the person who uses it. After all, some people only use power to do destructive things, while Huang Cao uses it to benefit mankind.

Marcelo directly refuted Huang Cao's boasting. "In my opinion, he is nothing but a tyrant. The casualties caused by each war he started are well over 100,000. Can he be called a king?"

Arturo tapped the table with his fingers, looking somewhat displeased.

Is that how you talk about someone's lord? He's my temporary boyfriend, after all.

That's incredibly disrespectful! Besides, what war doesn't involve death?

Huang Cao gestured to Arturo not to disturb him, "Marcelo certainly has a unique perspective on this great lord, but war is never without death, and those he kills are all those who deserve to die."

"On what grounds does the lord of Utopia define these people as deserving of death? They could have spent the rest of their lives atoneing for the sins they committed."

"What kind of repayment are you referring to?"

"Work for former persecuted slaves, try to obtain their forgiveness as much as possible, or lock them in prison and wear them down with endless work, forcing them to atone for their sins."

Good heavens, you are the real devil incarnate, because if these so-called repayment procedures were handed over to a cruel administrator, it would be better to end the lives of these nobles as soon as possible.

"That's right, that's what I think too. But have you Lateran ever forgiven the Sarkaz? Have your steps of retribution been effective against the Sarkaz?"

"How can they be the same?"

"How is it different? For thousands of years, humans have been the same. They only like people who suit their taste. Cute animals will have people advocating for their protection, but unlovable animals will be completely ignored."

Huang Cao's words left Marcelo speechless. After all, the latter was not good at debating; he just wanted his daughter to quickly learn who this guy was.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood, it's only right and proper. You only saw the lords of Utopia slaughtering the noble class because those were the ones that were reported. The poor people living at the bottom of society, under the so-called glory of the nobles, didn't have a single second of screen time for them."

Those who have the right to speak are ultimately only a minority. After conquering a country and transforming the living conditions of the lower classes, Huang Cao will transfer this class hatred to history books and pass it down forever.

Huang Cao continued, "So you only saw me slaughtering nobles, but you never paid attention to the suffering of the lower classes when they were slaughtered."

"A nobleman's life is a life, but isn't a commoner's life also a life? Life is fair most of the time. As long as you don't encounter anything strange or bizarre, it's just a matter of life and death."

Seeing that he could not condemn the other party on a grand moral level, Marcelo turned his attention to the wives of the Huang Cao.

"If that's the case, why does your lord have so many wives? Shouldn't he only love one person? The laws of Utopia stipulate monogamy."

"Is it possible that the first article of the original laws of Utopia states: 'The Utopia's Lord has the right to interpret and amend all laws, and no law can bind his or her actions.'"

Long before the founding of Utopia, Huang Cao had already revised the laws, and no one expressed any opposition.

"Mr. Marcelo, please remember that Utopia is not a democratic country. Legally, all Utopian officials are appointed by the Utopia's Lord, and their legal and practical significance is that they act on behalf of the ruler; in essence, they are acting under someone else's authority."

Marcelo was instantly speechless. How could the laws of Utopia be so bad!

Has no one noticed anything amiss?!

Utopians: You laugh at our lack of freedom, I laugh at your lack of respect for our great lord!

There was a strongest being standing above them; even if the sky collapsed, the Huang Cao would be the tallest one.

It gives me an overwhelming sense of security!

Moreover, Huang Cao devoted himself wholeheartedly to his people.

Who wouldn't love and respect such a lord?

Only tyrants and incompetent rulers are criticized, and Huang Cao is clearly not among them.

Law is a mysterious thing; its merits and demerits cannot be clearly explained by words alone. They must be applied in the specific country or region where the law is enforced.

"So, do you have anything else to say? Is there a lord who truly loves Utopia, Mr. Marcelo...?"

"Enough, Mr. Huang Cao! You are the lord of Utopia, of course you'll only speak for yourself. I cannot entrust my daughter to you!"

Marcelo suddenly stood up, trying to overwhelm his opponent with his imposing presence.

But he forgot that although the boy in front of him looked young, he was actually two hundred years old.

In Master Huang's eyes, Marcelo, who was in his forties, was just an impulsive child who had no presence whatsoever.

So, less than a second after standing up, Marcelo's imposing manner was suppressed by Master Huang.

Huang Cao simply sat in his original spot, yet exuded an aura of quiet authority.

"So you're the lord of Utopia. I was wondering who had such power to awaken the souls of the dead..."

Arturo was also greatly shocked, even though she was unfamiliar with international affairs.

But Utopia is a large country that occupies more than half of the planet's land, a fact acknowledged throughout Terra.

Even if someone doesn't know about it, they've definitely heard of it.

Chapter 563 A Failed Man, But Not a Complete Failure

"Therefore, my daughter, this distinguished gentleman, despite his extremely high status, is not someone worthy of her love."

Are you insulting me or praising me? And...

Huang Cao wasn't the kind of volatile monarch who would execute nine generations of a person when he got angry. Even though the Ursus Nobles next door were publishing bad things about him in the newspapers all day long, he didn't say anything.

There's no need to fuss over such a trivial matter. Right now, he's just facing a father's worry and anger, and Master Huang has that much magnanimity.

As long as you don't feel disgusted with yourself, it's fine.

"I know, I know everything. More than a month ago, Mr. Huang Cao told me about the fact that he has many wives, but I don't care about any of that."

Arturo walked over to the seat next to Huang Cao, took his right hand in his very affectionate arms, and even gave him a small peck on the right cheek.

Feeling that the dampness on her face seemed a bit strange, Huang Cao glanced at the angel beside her with a suspicious look.

Huang Cao: This doesn't seem to be part of our plan.

Arturo: Our plan doesn't include my father knowing you either. Anyway, watch me handle it.

"Marcelo, my father, you will always be my father, and that won't change because of the hurt you caused in the last two or three years. But now I'm an adult, and since you ignored me before, you have even less right to tell me what to do."

Arturo's unwavering and angry rebuke sent a chill down Marcelo's spine.

It's only been a few years, only a few years...

Several years is a long time, enough to shape a person's character.

Over the years, Marcelo has essentially severed ties with Arturo, to the point that he seems indifferent to her presence or absence.

How can a nearly severed family atmosphere be repaired with just a few words?

"I'll find a way to make up for everything I've missed these past few years. There's no need to use your life to upset me, in case it really happens..."

Marcelo will absolutely not give up on salvaging the situation.

But Arturo had lost patience. She didn't care who the man on her left was, even if he was the Demon King Sarkaz, she would accept it.

When I was just one step away from falling into the abyss of my life, it was Mr. Huang who pulled me up.

And once again, I felt a mother's love. This month of companionship was filled with warmth and joy, as if I had returned to the time when my mother and parents loved me dearly.

I'm no longer confused. So what if there are many people competing with me?

Just treat it like a lollipop with mixed flavors, it's no big deal.

"Marcelo, this is the first time I'm calling you by your real name. You will still be my father, and I will invite you to my wedding. I will also fulfill my filial duties. But I'm sorry, I have to move out of here."

Arturo took a deep breath, released Master Huang's hand, stood up and bowed deeply to his father, then took the hand of the man next to him and walked out of the house together.

Sunlight shone on the two of them, and Huang Cao, who had reached the door, turned to look at the dejected Marcelo.

Sarkaz share a sense of empathy, and no emotion can be hidden from those around them, so Marcelo must not have felt much shame or unacceptability regarding his daughter, otherwise he wouldn't be so frustrated.

But it's not like we're severing ties, nor is it like I'm denying that you're not my father.

A failed father.

For the first time, Marcelo experienced the taste of failure; he was powerless to save his daughter from falling into a "fire pit."

"Mr. Huang, I'm homeless now, and I don't have much money left. If this continues, I really will have to make a living by performing in this city."

"You should at least bring some luggage with you."

"My father threw away most of my personal belongings long ago; only the bed is still here."

The two walked to a coffee shop, several kilometers from where they had started, Arturo said with anticipation.

Huang Cao couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"So you're just clinging to me, leaving yourself no way out. That's really typical of you."