Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

For a moment, Arabelle, Anderson, and Howard were all shocked by the abnormal behavior of the gray-robed man. However, the gray-robed man completely ignored the surprise of the onlookers and knelt on the ground to wolf down the pancake.

After finishing the pancake, he put his face to the ground again and licked the blood that had soaked the pancake with his tongue. Howard had no doubt that if the ground was land, he could dig out all the dirt and eat it.

But just eating such a small amount of pancakes did not seem to satisfy his hunger. He licked the blood from his lips, with green light in his eyes, and crawled step by step towards the woman who was shot and bleeding and unconscious.

"Stop... Stop him!" Howard, who was the first to react, shouted. He had considered rushing forward himself, but after considering the height difference, even if he looked stronger than the other party, he would still be killed if he rushed forward rashly.

As Howard shouted, Arabelle rushed over and kicked the gray-robed man away. Howard and Arabelle's actions also alerted the other onlookers, and they rushed forward and subdued the gray-robed man.

Howard stood there, his heart pounding as he looked at the gray-robed man who was pinned down by the crowd but still struggling desperately.

Because judging from the gray-robed man's posture just now, he was going to eat the unconscious woman.

No, if it weren't for what happened before, Howard would think so. But after combining the past and the present, Howard came to a somewhat terrifying conclusion.

The man might have wanted to cut open the woman's stomach to eat the pancake she had eaten before.

Thinking of this, Howard suddenly felt that breathing was a little difficult. He stepped back step by step, and when everyone's attention was attracted by the man in gray robe, he slipped back into the bar. He ran to the booth in the corner of the Anchor Tavern and sat down, supporting his head with his hands, cold sweat kept coming out.

At first, he thought that being able to make delicious pancakes was a blessing and a blessing, and that this magical food could bring happiness to him and the people around him.

But from what happened just now, he sensed a hint of ominousness.

Delicious pancakes may seem beautiful, but excessive beauty will give rise to the most depraved evil. Love turns into indulgence, courage turns into bloodthirstiness, life turns into decay, and wisdom turns into cunning.

The relatively comfortable life in the past two months almost made him forget what a fucked-up universe he was in.

In his original world, there was a saying that when something is out of the ordinary, there must be something wrong.

In the world of Warhammer, you can almost draw a conclusion arbitrarily: as long as there is something slightly wrong, there may be a bunch of monsters hidden behind it.

“Hu…Hu…Hu…Hehe…Hehehe…Hehehehe…”

But as he thought deeper, Howard's breathing became steady, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upwards.

So that’s it, that’s it!

Although what happened just now was strange and terrifying, Howard also gained a deeper understanding of his ability.

If he had a choice, he would not want this weird ability, and he would not want to come to this fucked up world.

But since everything has already happened, it is always good to know a little more about your own abilities.

At this moment, a glass of ice water came in from outside his sight, and then moved to the center of his sight before stopping.

Howard quickly stopped laughing and looked up. He saw Arabelle sitting across from him.

"You're nervous now, relax, it's not your fault," said Arabelle.

Howard took the glass of ice water and took a small sip. After his excitement had completely subsided, he remembered to thank Arabelle and said, "Thank...thank you."

"What's going on outside?" Howard asked again.

"The madman has been caught, and the injured woman has been taken for treatment. Don't worry, she won't die. In Kalimdor, injuries of this degree are not even considered minor. Whether she plans to regenerate her severed limbs or undergo mechanical transformation, there are ample options for her to choose from." Arabelle answered lightly.

Hearing this answer, Howard took another sip of ice water with an expressionless face.

"That guy is taking drugs." Another voice came at this time. It was Anderson, who was sitting in the chair next to Howard, with his index fingers crossed on the table, and his back slightly arched so that he and Howard were at the same height.

"People who abuse psychotropic drugs are very common in Kalimdor. Every once in a while, some people get high and go crazy on the street. Don't take it to heart." Anderson also comforted him.

A few days passed, and this little episode was quickly forgotten. If it were in the original world, this incident would be big news enough to make the headlines, but this is Warhammer, and everyone in it is more or less crazy, so they can be more tolerant of crazy behavior.

Howard's pancakes are still the most popular dish in the whole of Yotton. The incident caused by the gray-robed man has actually served as a publicity stunt. Now the queues of people who come to buy pancakes every day can directly line up on the street outside the tavern.

Howard finished his day's work today and slipped out the back door of the tavern, planning to go to Arabelle's workshop to catch some fish and then take her vehicle home.

As a result, he was stopped halfway by a guy wearing a black cloak covering his face.

Howard jumped back a step, because a few days ago a guy dressed similarly to him had done something terrible to Howard, so much so that Howard was now a little PTSD.

But the man did not do anything extreme, but his eyes hidden in the shadows by the hood were always staring at Howard. If Howard went to the left, he would block Howard's way to the left, and the same would be true if Howard went to the right.

Howard knew this man was doing it on purpose, but it didn't look like he was pestering him to make extra pancakes, so Howard took the initiative to ask, "What do you want from me?"

"We hope that you can increase the price of your products and reduce production." The mysterious man did not beat around the bush, but directly stated his demands.

"I'm afraid that's hard to do," Howard replied. "I'm just making ordinary food. If I raise the price and reduce production, no one will buy it."

"No, it won't." The man shook his head. "Please believe me, no matter how much you raise the price, your products will sell out. You can make more money this way."

But Howard still shook his head: "But some of my customers won't be able to afford it, and I can't let them down."

"Is this your answer?" The man confirmed again after listening.

Howard nodded and said, "That's my answer."

So the man stopped pestering him, pulled his hood down again, and walked away from Howard.

Howard watched the man walk away and thought to himself that the fish had taken the bait.