Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

The angel left. At this time, the guide who was responsible for guiding Howard came to his side and saluted him. "Mr. Geralt, you can call me Lance. The angel has asked me to help you."

"My name isn't Geralt. That's my pen name." Howard came up with another excuse. "Just call me Howard."

Lance's expression showed a hint of doubt, but he didn't dare to delve into it. Instead, he immediately agreed, "Yes!"

"Don't be so respectful to me." Howard looked at Lance and smiled. "I'm not an angel. I'm just an ordinary citizen of the Empire."

Lance: "Yes...Okay."

Howard: "Take me to the surface of the planet. I need to find a place to live first."

Lance said yes, and then took Howard to a transport vehicle. This transport vehicle was the same model that Howard had crashed into countless times when he was hiding from demons on Sherlock. The transport vehicle drove at full horsepower for nearly half an hour before arriving at the center of the spaceport, in front of the huge space elevator that connected the airport to the surface of the planet.

Lance applied for a small manned cabin and took Howard in. This manned cabin could only accommodate four people at a time and had observation windows on three sides. Now there were only two passengers, Howard and Lance.

The seat belt was fastened, the alarm was turned off, and then Howard felt weightless. He knew it was caused by the rapid descent of the space elevator. After passing through the dark clouds, the scene of the planet's surface spread out before Howard's eyes.

This was a barren, desolate planet. From above the atmosphere, endless black clouds stretched overhead, and the surface was shrouded in a sea of yellow-brown mist. Stretching toward the sky on this planet weren't mountains, but countless chimneys towering into the clouds. Flowing across the land weren't rivers, but supertrains laden with minerals and semi-finished products. And those massive black shadows, faintly visible through the sea of clouds, connected by this super-transportation network, were the vast steel fortresses that towered above the earth—the Hive Cities.

"Mr. Howard, welcome to Nat." Lance introduced the planet to Howard. "As you can see, this is a forge world, and the place we are about to arrive at is the planet's capital, and also the largest hive cluster on Nat, the Steel City of Kalimdor."

Gradually, the space elevator approached the surface of the planet and entered the yellow-brown sea of clouds, and visibility dropped sharply.

It was then that Howard realized from the dust that kept accumulating on the observation window that these "seas of clouds" were not water droplets condensed in the air, but sandstorms caused by industrial pollution.

Howard estimated that if he entered this sandstorm without any protection, he would not survive more than ten minutes.

No! Perhaps he wouldn't even survive a minute, because Howard had heard that some hives were filled with highly toxic gases at all times, and an ordinary person could die instantly if they inhaled one breath.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Howard. Kalimdo has the most complete and advanced air filtration device. The air quality inside will definitely not cause any adverse effects on your health." Lance saw Howard's worry and comforted him.

Sure enough, after crossing an unknown boundary, Howard's vision became wider again.

What appeared before his eyes at this moment was a magnificent steel behemoth. The buildings with Gothic spires stretched out like a mountain range to the end of the sight. Many huge airships floated in the sky. Crowds of people gathered like ants on the wide streets on the ground. There were many precious green plants planted on both sides of the streets. Howard even saw that there was a large artificial lake not far from the main trunk of the space elevator. The artificial lake was full of various luxurious ships. A little further away from the lake seemed to be a park. Howard saw a huge Ferris wheel.

Soon Howard felt overweight and knew that the space elevator was slowing down. The deceleration lasted for nearly two minutes and then the space elevator stopped completely.

Lance took Howard out of the elevator. Howard took a small breath tentatively and was relieved when he found that he did not smell any irritating or unpleasant smell.

"Mr. Howard, this is the 'Garden District', the most beautiful and prosperous place in the entire Kalimdor and even the entire Nat Star. If you want to settle in Kalimdor, this will be your best choice." Lance said.

Howard listened to Lance's explanation and thought to himself why his tone was a bit like a real estate sales pitch. So he asked a soul-searching question: "How much does it cost to live here?"

Lance gave a rough estimate, and Howard was surprised because the number was quite exorbitant. If Howard were still working on Orin, he would probably have to work for more than three thousand years before he could settle down here.

"Uh..." Howard said a little embarrassedly: "I may not have that much money."

"You are a friend of the angels. It is an honor for us to have you live in Kalimdor." Lance smiled after hearing Howard's words and said, "The Governor has arranged accommodation for you. Please follow me."

Finally, Lance brought Howard to a small building on a less crowded street.

"This is the accommodation arranged for you, I hope you like it." Lance said like a butler welcoming his employer home, then he took out the key and opened the door to the first floor.

This is a simple yet elegant small building with two floors. The lower floor is connected to a small backyard, and the upper floor has several bedrooms.

Lance took Howard to visit his future residence. The furniture and living facilities here were complete, and the backyard was even paved with soil. Howard knew of course that the soil was not originally there, but was transported from somewhere else and laid on the steel. It was unknown how much it would cost to build such a retro small building with a courtyard in such a steel jungle.

"Here are your keys." Lance took off the keys and handed them to Howard, but Howard didn't take them.

"I...I can't live here," Howard said.

"Excuse me, is this place not satisfactory to you?" Lance asked with concern. "If not, we have other places for you to choose from."

"No, no, no, I am very satisfied," Howard said, "but this gift is too precious, I..."

"For the friends of the angels, this gift is not precious at all," Lance said patiently. "The angel specifically instructed us to help you survive here. We cannot disobey the orders of the angel and the governor."

Howard finally accepted the key, and then Lance said to Howard, "I wish you a happy life," and left.

After Lance left, Howard sat alone on the sofa and actually felt a little depressed because he never liked being treated specially.

But as he was thinking, he suddenly hit himself hard.

Damn it! Wasn't he being both a hypocrite and a hypocrite?! Enjoying the benefits of special treatment while pretending to be so? If he really didn't want this special treatment, he should have thrown away his keys and moved out now.

Thinking of this, Howard grabbed the key and was about to throw it away, but he never threw it away.

Because he really knew that if he moved out, he would probably have to go to the bottom floor of the heavily polluted hive.

But what Howard didn't know was that he had been treated specially since he traveled through time.

When he was on Orin Star, he was the lord's favorite chef. He didn't have to work all day like the farmers and still had to hand over nearly 90% of the food.

In Sherlock, the Blood Angels simply detained him without interrogating him, making him work in the spaceship, or abusing him.

Although he suffered a lot of torture in Slaanesh's palace, that was a trial before meeting Slaanesh. How many people wanted to suffer such torture but never had the chance.

It is still the same in Kalimdor today. Because of a casual order from Astartes, Howard can directly obtain a small building in the garden area, while 99% of the residents in the hive city will never even be qualified to set foot in the garden area in their entire lives.

But Howard doesn't understand this now, or even though he has expectations in his heart, the care he receives is still far beyond his imagination.

At this moment, Howard suddenly thought of Ohm Messiah, so he took out his cell phone and asked the other party for his opinion.

Om Messiah's answer was quite simple: "Master, I remember that in the past world, there was something called a housing loan."

Howard suddenly realized, yes, although he was living here for free, he would have to find a chance to pay back the money in the future. Moreover, with the help of Om Messiah, paying back the money would not be a difficult task.

But Howard never expected that even after reaching Warhammer 40k, he still had to pay a mortgage.