Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Arabelle led Howard out of the machine shop and deeper into Yotun.

The further in, the more prosperous the streets became. After climbing a long flight of stairs, the buildings on either side changed from Italianate stone brick to glass and steel towers. Display screens mounted on the towers displayed bizarre images Howard couldn't fully comprehend. There were no traffic rules. Motorcycles of the same model as the one driven by the knight who had hunted Howard raced through the crowds. In the sky, anti-gravity airships flew between the buildings like a flock of pigeons, and the people passing by seemed completely accustomed to this.

On the street, Howard saw street performers hammering nails into their bodies playing heavy metal music, drunks in slovenly clothes clutching bottles of wine, and the cyberpunk streetwalkers that are essential to every dystopian science fiction work. Howard even saw some of them engaging in sexual encounters with clients in the shadows of the alley.

At a glance, there is noise and chaos everywhere, but beneath this noise and chaos, there seems to be a powerful force maintaining basic order.

No wonder this place is confidently called a city within a city. It turns out that the place where Arabelle works can only be considered a suburb. At the beginning, Howard thought that if this Yoton was only of this level, it would be more appropriate to call it a village within a city.

It's like being a berserker in Florence with your Hidden Blade, then turning a block and, lo and behold, you're in Night City!

Howard was not paying attention and bumped into a pedestrian walking in the opposite direction.

"Sorry, sorry!" Howard apologized repeatedly, but suddenly he felt his forehead slightly hot.

Howard was shocked. He knew that the fever was caused by the mark carved by Slaanesh on his forehead, and he also knew that if this thing reacted, it would definitely not be a good sign.

With this thought in mind, Howard looked up at the pedestrian who had bumped into him. The man was much taller than Howard, but surprisingly thin. He had a gray hood covering his head, so from below, Howard saw that he had a pair of long and pointed ears.

Bean sprouts?!

Howard recognized the identity of the person opposite him at a glance. Bean Sprout was the name given to the Space Eldar by Hammer in the world before he crossed over. The history of this race is even older than that of humans. Moreover, it was because of the corruption of this race that the fourth evil god of the Warp named Slaanesh was awakened, and the awakening of Slaanesh directly led to the destruction of this race.

After staring blankly for two seconds, Howard suddenly remembered Arabelle's warning not to look people in the eye, so he quickly looked away, lowered his head, and quickly caught up with Arabelle.

Behind Howard, the Eldar he'd bumped into stared at him as he walked away.

Finally, Arabelle stopped in front of a huge bar. The door of the bar was surrounded by flashing colorful neon lights. Even though it was blocked by the glass door, the music playing in the bar still sounded noisy and harsh to Howard.

Howard was a little confused. After all, tens of thousands of years had passed, so how come human aesthetic taste hadn't improved at all?

At this time, someone opened the door and walked out of the bar, and with it came the noise in the bar mixed with the smell of alcohol, perfume, sweat and hormones. Howard took several steps back unconsciously after smelling it and subconsciously wanted to take out the gas mask and put it on.

Then he found out that he hadn't worn that thing at all.

"You're not going in from here, are you?!" Howard looked at Arabelle in horror, thinking that this smell might not be a big deal for you 40k supermen, but if I go in, I'll faint in less than half a minute!

Fortunately, Arabelle only stood at the door of the bar for a short while, and then she took Howard around to the back of the bar.

After turning a corner, the two came to the back alley of the bar. Although the bar's facade was decorated very fancy, the back wall was simply painted and covered with scribbled graffiti by someone unknown. The paint on many parts of the wall had peeled off and faded, revealing the white stone bricks underneath.

Arabelle walked to the innermost part of the alley, where there was a small locked iron door. The iron door was so inconspicuous that it seemed to be the back door used by the bar for employees to come out for some fresh air.

Two men who looked like thugs were squatting in the back alley, leaning against a wall, smoking cigarettes, a few empty cans of wine scattered around. Seeing Arabelle approach, one of them nudged his companion, who followed his gaze and saw Arabelle. He dropped his cigarette and stomped it out. Then, ignoring Howard, the two men, one in front and one behind, surrounded Arabelle.

Arabelle is half a head taller than Howard, and she becomes a full head taller after wearing high-heeled boots.

The two men were taller than Arabelle. When they stood up, the wings of Arabelle's nose only reached the height of the other men's chins.

The man standing in front stared at Arabelle's chest, which was still prominent despite her windbreaker, and whistled. "Hey, miss, this isn't the place for you, but if you want to play with us..."

Before she could finish her words, Arabelle suddenly swept her leg across, the heel of her high-heeled boot smacking the man's cheekbone, sending him tumbling through the air and landing on his back. As she swept her leg across, Arabelle unsheathed the folding knife from the side of her boot, and the blade flew out, pressing against the throat of the man behind her, who hadn't had time to react.

The man who was kicked to the ground by Arabelle was still able to move. In a panic, he reached for his pistol, but Arabelle raised her foot and stepped on the center of the back of his hand with the heel, then pulled out the gun and pointed it at his forehead.

In just two seconds, Arabelle knocked down the two minions.

But Howard, who was watching the show nearby, noticed that Arabelle was holding back, otherwise if she hadn't restrained her strength when stepping on the other person's hand, she might have stepped through it.

"Who... who are you?! What are you... doing here?" The minion, whose throat was held against the folding knife by Arabel, made a swallowing motion and asked with a trembling voice.

"Is this the level of the person Char sent to guard the door?" Arabelle said disdainfully.

The minions were all shocked when they heard Arabel say the name "Char": "How do you know the leader's name?!"

"Looks like I hit the right guy," Arabelle said, then she retracted her revolver and folding knife and lifted her foot to release the man she was stepping on.

"Tell your leader that the Viper is coming for him."

The two minions fled in a hurry, and when they were gone, Arabelle leaned against the wall. She took a cigarette from the lining pocket of her windbreaker and put it in her mouth, then took a brass lighter from her trouser pocket and lit it.

After lighting the cigarette, she took almost a third of it in one breath and then blew out a smoke ring.

"People like that won't listen if you talk to them nicely," Arabelle said to Howard, watching the smoke rings gradually drift upward. "They'll understand only if you talk to them this way."

Howard nodded repeatedly to show his understanding and support.