Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Three months later, Nat Star, Hive City Kalimdor, Garden District.

Howard is making pancakes.

After settling down temporarily in Kalimdor, Howard suddenly found himself at a loss as to what to do.

Because during this period of time, whether he was captured by the Blood Angels or the Slaanesh Demons, they were all urging Howard to move forward. But now, when these external forces completely disappeared, Howard actually felt a little at a loss.

When he was on Orin, Howard didn't have these worries. He just wanted to save money and wait for death.

But now he has signed a contract with Slaanesh, so if he just eats and waits for death, then he will really be waiting for death.

So if Howard had a long-term goal, he still had one, which was to go to Terra to find Old Man Huang. But as for how to get there, Howard had no idea yet.

So Howard chose to go back to his specialty: making pancakes.

No matter what, it’s always right to make money first.

To this end, in his first week of settling in the Garden District, Howard first went to a blacksmith to order a full set of tools, and then went to an import store to sign a short-term contract to supply food.

Because Howard cannot currently afford to sign a long-term contract, Kalimdor is a pure casting planet, and this kind of natural crops need to be transported from other planets, which is equivalent to a luxury item.

Of course, the price of the pancakes made with this kind of raw material has naturally ranked among the ranks of luxury goods, but Howard is not worried about sales. After all, his pancakes have been recognized by Slaanesh, so there is no worry about not being able to sell them.

On Howard's first day selling pancakes, he sold less than ten because the residents of Kalimdor had never seen this strange food.

The next day, Howard started to promote the pancakes at a loss, and sold more than a hundred pancakes.

After a week, the money earned from selling pancakes was enough to make up for the losses incurred when the business first opened.

Another month passed, and Howard had raised enough funds to sign a long-term supply contract with the importer.

It is now the third Terra month, and Howard has basically established a firm foothold in the Garden District. If this month's revenue is regarded as the average revenue in the future, then he only needs to... only needs to work for another three hundred years to buy the small building where he lives.

Howard looked at the sky. Above the garden area was actually a huge curtain, on which sunlight and white clouds were projected using holographic technology.

Below the curtain is the central square with a large number of green plants and fountains. The surrounding blowers even simulate natural wind for this area. Countless men and women in gorgeous clothes stroll leisurely here.

If there were no debt and no pressure from chaos, living here forever would be a good choice.

After selling out the day's quota, Howard was just about to call it a day when a group of uninvited guests broke into the first floor of the small building that had been converted into a store. Leading the way was a tax officer with a feather on his hat, followed by several law enforcers.

"Citizen of the Empire, you have been reported for adding neuroleptic drugs to food and operating without a license. Please cooperate with our investigation!" The tax officer waved a document written on a piece of papyrus in front of Howard, and then gave a search order to the accompanying law enforcement officers without any explanation. The law enforcement officers rummaged through Howard's house. Howard wanted to stop them, but was pushed away.

The law enforcer reported to the tax collector as he rummaged through the documents, detailing everything from furniture to pens and paper. The tax collector, in turn, removed the quill from his cap and began to write something on the papyrus. Finally, he shoved the heavily scribbled document in front of Howard again, not wanting him to read it clearly. "Mr. Howard, after a thorough and impartial search, we have confirmed that your allegations are true. Please pay the fine and complete the relevant paperwork within three Terran days."

The tax officer then announced the amount of the fine, which was exactly Howard's total profit for the past three months, both in decimal and in whole.

"I...I deposited my money in the bank and I can't withdraw it until tomorrow." Howard stammered.

"Don't try to lie!" Unexpectedly, the tax officer's eyes suddenly became sharp: "We investigated you before we came here! You don't have an account in the bank at all!"

"Because the bank account I use is not my own name, but a pseudonym," Howard said earnestly. "Please give me two days, and I will pay the fine on time."

The tax officer stared at Howard with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to poke a hole in his body with his gaze, but in the end he agreed to Howard's request: "Mr. Howard, then as you said, I will give you two days of grace. I will come back in two days. Don't try to play any tricks."

Howard nodded repeatedly: "Don't dare..."

The tax collector took his men away. Howard looked at the mess on the ground and suddenly wanted to laugh.

He didn't expect that such a stupid person could become a tax collector.

Because he has never opened a bank account under a pseudonym.

He saw clearly some of the new things the tax officer had just added to the text, especially the amount of the final fine. It was originally a relatively large integer, but the tax officer himself increased it to a number equivalent to Howard's revenue.

I think the tax officials wanted to make a quick buck and therefore changed the originally stipulated amount.

With this change made by the tax officer, Howard at least got some preliminary information: first, the other party knew the amount of his assets; second, the other party knew that his money was not deposited in the bank.

If they only revealed one of the information to Howard, Howard would not think they were stupid, but if they revealed both pieces of information at the same time, Howard would only think they were stupid and unreasonable: because the two pieces of information contradicted each other.

My money never went through the bank, so how do you know my exact surplus?

Of course, it may also be because of the other party’s arrogance, which causes the other party to not care about his own logical omissions at all.

But no matter what, in Howard's view, this was equivalent to revealing that they had been monitoring him, and had started monitoring him when he first arrived.

This also preliminarily ruled out the possibility that they were here to extort money or collect protection money, because if they were simply trying to extort money or collect protection money, there would be no reason for them to monitor me for such a long time.

This means that their behavior is a test with other purposes.

Howard knew of only one person on this planet who had the power to monitor him from the moment he arrived, mobilize tax collectors, law enforcement officers, and conduct bank audits. Of course, it could be another unknown figure, but since Howard only knew of one, he assumed it was the Governor. To be able to do that required considerable power, and even if it wasn't the Governor, his position would likely be high.

Howard wasn't sure if his analysis was correct, but he always had a principle, which was to have the greatest malice towards others when analyzing a problem and to prepare for the worst.

Just like when he had speculated about the false Emperor with the greatest malice in the Palace of Slaanesh, if he had made a wrong judgment, the Emperor would not have blamed him because he was generous. He also did not believe the Emperor's claim that he could not hold on. At most, it was the Regent of the Empire who could not bear it, but the Regent of the Empire was the Primarch. If the Emperor increased his power, he would at most be injured, and it would not be so easy to die.

But in the end, my judgment was proved to be correct.

This time, Howard also speculated on the Governor's motives with the greatest malice. He was just a mortal. If the Governor really wanted to kill him or drive him away, he could just frame him and arrest him and put him in jail. There was no need to go around in circles like this.

The temptation was out of fear, but what was the Governor afraid of? The only one who could make him afraid of the abilities or connections he had publicly displayed was the Blood Angels.

Then the main purpose of this temptation is probably ultimately directed at the angels.

As for the reason why the governor did this, he didn't know.

But in any case, based on this speculation, we can no longer live here.

Howard awakened the Om Messiah: "Om Messiah."

Om Messiah's breathing light lit up: "Please give instructions, Master."

Howard: "Help me plot a route out of here."