Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Arabelle took Howard to a tavern. There was an anchor hanging at the door of the tavern with a silver-plated human skull inlaid in the center of the anchor. The interior decoration of the tavern was also in the cyber space pirate style.

The clock showed that it was 12 noon, which should have been the peak dining time, but there were only a few scattered customers in the pub.

Arabelle sat down at the circular counter, said hello to the tavern owner who was wiping the wine cabinet behind the counter, and picked up the menu.

But unexpectedly, the tavern owner pushed the menu from Arabelle's hand and said, "I'm sorry, we can only serve drinks today, not meals."

Arabelle frowned. "Huh?"

"My chef is missing," the tavern owner explained, spreading his hands. "Two mornings ago, he wasn't here by opening time. He usually comes an hour early to help me prepare the ingredients."

"Didn't you go look for him?" asked Labelle.

"At first I thought he was drunk last night and didn't get up, so I sent someone to call him, but the person I sent told me he wasn't at home." The pub owner fished out a glass from under the counter and wiped it while saying, "Later I looked for him several times, but he still didn't show up."

"I don't think that poor fellow will show up again." The tavern owner placed the cleaned cup on the counter and sighed, "But my tavern has lost its chef. You know, here, killers with a hundred ways to kill are easy to find, but chefs who can make food that most people can swallow are one in a million."

"How unfortunate," Arabelle said, shaking her head in regret.

Howard watched Arabelle chatting with the tavern owner and thought to himself, wow, they were waiting for me here.

He has played many RPG adventure games. In these games, the world outside the protagonist's perspective is usually not refreshed, and any event will not be triggered until the protagonist arrives.

In other words, a place is always peaceful before the protagonist arrives. Once the protagonist arrives there, either a murder occurs, a treasure is stolen, or some event is held.

Now the tavern owner is just short of a chef, and he can make pancakes. The normal development should be that he volunteers to apply for the position of chef, and then dazzles everyone with his pancake making skills.

Howard looked at the hotel owner, and the more he looked, the more he felt that there was a big "?" hanging above his head waiting for him to take on the task.

"Although we can't provide food at the moment, how about some drinks? I just happened to have some white wine from other star regions, and it has a very rich fruity aroma." After a brief chat, the tavern owner began to promote his products.

"No, give me a glass of ale on the rocks." Arabelle declined the tavern owner's offer and ordered a glass of low-alcohol malt liquor. Then she asked Howard, "What would you like to drink? It's my treat."

"I want a glass of milk, also with ice." Howard said he was not going to take the task.

"Just milk?" Arabelle raised an eyebrow. "The ale here is pretty good, why not give it a try?"

"Thanks, just milk." Howard gave a definite answer.

"All right, one ale and one milk, both on the rocks," said Arabelle to the tavern-keeper.

A moment later, the tavern owner came out with a large tray with two wooden beer mugs, a small basket and a small saucer on it.

The tavern owner placed a tray in front of Howard and Arabelle. There were beer mugs filled with milk and ale on the rocks, a basket with some fried dumplings and bread edges, and plates with salt and pepper.

"These snacks are a gift," the innkeeper said to Arabelle. "I always burn the bread when I bake it myself without a cook, so these are all I have."

Arabelle didn't say anything. She took a fried dumpling from the basket, dipped it in the salt dish, and put it in her mouth. After eating it, she nodded and praised the tavern owner, "Mm! Very good."

So Arabelle and Howard began to eat a simple lunch, but when Howard was drinking milk, he found that the tavern owner had been squinting at him. Howard felt a little uncomfortable under his stare, so he couldn't help but put down the milk and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

"I... seem to have seen you before." said the tavern owner.

Howard suddenly felt a little panicked, so he quickly replied, "No, no, no, I think you must be mistaken. How could you have seen me before? I have no impression of you at all."

"No! I'm sure I've seen you before!" Unexpectedly, after Howard's denial, the tavern owner became even more determined. "Short, black-haired, brown-eyed, and not mechanically modified, you're the pancake maker who was so popular in the upper class a while ago!"

"Oh?" After hearing what the tavern owner said, Arabelle, who was watching the show on the side, put down her glass and cast a suspicious look at Howard.

Howard swallowed, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

"It's normal that you don't remember me." The tavern owner was completely oblivious to the subtle atmosphere and continued with his saliva flying. "About two months ago, I heard that a strange pancake was very popular in the upper district, so I bought some to study. At that time, I was squeezed in among the crowd to grab a pancake, so you didn't notice me, but I remember your appearance clearly."

Then the tavern owner said, "It's a pity that I didn't find the secret of your pancakes in the end, but why did you come to the middle level? Is your original pancake shop closed? Are you interested in working here? As for the salary..."

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a sound of collision next to her. Arabelle had been drinking since the tavern owner confirmed Howard's identity. Now she had finally finished the beer in the glass, so she put the glass with unmelted ice cubes heavily on the table, then walked away with a sullen face and without saying a word.

When she reached the door, Arabelle threw two coins back without even looking. The coins landed accurately in the wine glass. That was the cost of her drink.

"So anxious..." The tavern owner looked at Arabelle's back, somewhat puzzled.

"Then let's..." Then he turned his head to Howard's seat, wanting to continue the unfinished topic, but he saw that Howard's seat was also empty, and two coins were also thrown into the milk.

"I-I-I'm so sorry!" Howard caught up with Arabelle, gesturing frantically. "Please let me explain! I..."

Howard saw Labelle take a deep breath, then turned around and said to him, "I'm going to give you two minutes now. You'd better explain everything to me completely, or you'll get out of my house immediately. Do you understand?"