435. Recognizing a Dog as Father, Fatherly Love and Filial Piety's First Encounter

Chapter 435: Acknowledging a dog as a father, the initial encounter of filial piety.

It's no wonder everyone loves a guide; with Bruce, a local, leading the way, Hogg and his companion soon arrived at the main city of Rome, witnessing this political and cultural center of the Mediterranean.

Gazing at the bustling, prosperous port, Hogg—who had snuck in as a pet inside a cage—smacked his lips. He thought to himself that these ancients didn't look half bad, not nearly as filthy or chaotic as he had imagined; he had expected this place to be like medieval Europe, covered in excrement everywhere.

Hearing his brother's thoughts, Rogal Dorn gave a disdainful laugh, calling Hogg uneducated and ignorant of his own ancestral history:

"You think Rome is Paris? According to historical records, humanity first encountered the Chaos Gods in Europe in the year 2024, during something called the Olympic Games. I truly don't know why humans back then loved gathering together to pull off such things."

"Don't let the primitive agrarian society fool you. To my knowledge, this Roman city-state already has the earliest public toilets. If you dare to relieve yourself in public, you'll have your 'tools of the crime' confiscated."

"Oh, come on!" Hogg really hadn't expected Rogal Dorn, who usually looked like he couldn't squeeze a fart out of a dry stick, to know so much. It made him look incredibly uncultured!

Hogg, who had long since returned his historical knowledge to his teachers, racked his dog brain, unable to think of a single way to refute the point. Still, he argued stubbornly:

"Stop acting so high and mighty with me. Look at the corner of the wall on the right—isn't there a guy peeing in secret? What do you say to that? Why hasn't he had his