Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

It was a new day, and just as the sky was getting light, the hardworking Master Howard began his day's work.

Chef Howard is a chef at the Anchor Tavern. He is good at making a wonderful snack called Jianbing Guozi, which is very popular in Yodon.

But Master Howard's home is ten kilometers away from the Anchor Tavern, and transportation in Zhongchao is inconvenient, so commuting to and from get off work every day is a big problem.

However, after learning about Master Howard's difficulties, the enthusiastic citizen Arabelle chose to give him free rides to and from get off work. With his friends by his side, the round trip was not too difficult.

Today, Chef Howard arrived at the tavern on time. There was still an hour before the tavern opened. In order to provide the best experience to the customers who came to dine, he had to come here early to prepare.

The ingredients for making snacks have been carefully selected to ensure that each one is of the best quality when delivered to Howard. However, out of professional ethics, the hardworking chef Howard will still unpack and inspect each ingredient delivered.

When Howard opened the last cloth bag of flour, he saw that in addition to the flour ground from wheat, there was also a grenade in the bag.

And Master Howard's act of opening the flour bag just now had already set the fuse of the grenade.

boom!

In the mechanical workshop, Arabelle is modifying a mechanical arm.

Repairing the mechanical equipment sent by Xiu Xiu was just a way for her to kill time. Arabelle did not make money from that.

Her real job is to perform illegal mechanical modifications.

For example, for this robotic arm, the unknown customer requested that the lightweight aluminum alloy on the outer layer of the arm be replaced with ceramic steel, and that a power unit and weapons be added.

This is a dangerous modification. After the modification is completed, the weight of the robotic arm will increase four times. The instantaneous output power can overturn a tank with one punch, but at the same time, the reverse force can crush the loader's leg bones and break the spine.

But this is not something Arabel needs to consider. It is Arabel's principle not to ask about the identity and motivation of the customer.

Just when the transformation was at a critical stage, her cochlear implant picked up subtle sound waves.

Normal background noise is automatically filtered out by the cochlear implant, but Arabelle has specifically set up sounds that require attention, such as gunshots and explosions.

Arabelle looked in the direction of the sound, and her mechanical eyes accurately analyzed the location of the explosion. Was it... the Anchor Tavern?

When Arabelle arrived at the Anchor Tavern, a group of people had gathered outside. She roughly pushed aside the people blocking her way and squeezed to the front. She saw that the Anchor Tavern had been blown down by the explosion, and the glass of all the surrounding buildings was shattered. Some workers were coming in and out, cleaning up the collapsed rubble and putting out the remaining flames.

Outside the ruins, the tavern owner Anderson was sitting with a man on the small section of the load-bearing wall that was left. The man had his head down, and his body was half white and half red, the white was flour and the red was blood.

That man is Howard.

"You..." Arabelle walked a few steps in front of Howard. She stretched out her hand to Howard and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it. So she put her hand down and turned to ask Anderson beside her: "Is he okay?"

Anderson, on the other hand, acted as if he wasn't surprised. "He's fine. The shock of the explosion and the bright light caused him to become temporarily blind and deaf. But these are minor issues. He'll recover after a while."

"What happened here? Don't tell me the oven exploded," Arabelle asked again.

As Arabelle asked the question, the temperature of the air around her gradually rose, and someone behind Arabelle replied, "This is a small gift."

Without a second thought, Arabelle turned around, grabbed the man by the collar, and shoved him against the wall. Then, standing on tiptoe, she looked him straight in the eye and shouted, "You knew that? And you let this happen?"

It was Char who spoke, but he wasn't angry at Arabel's attack. Instead, he tried to soothe her, "Calm down, calm down. The child is still alive, isn't he? If I hadn't done anything, he'd be dead by now."

After a few seconds of confrontation, Arabelle let go of Char, then stepped between him and Howard and said, "You'd better explain this."

"This is why." Char took out some reports and handed them to Arabel.

Arabelle glanced at it briefly and said, "This is...this is the sales of your psychotropic drugs. Why have sales dropped so much recently..."

"Could it be?!" Arabelle seemed to realize something and looked at Howard in surprise who was blocked behind her.

"That's right." Xia nodded and said, "He has snatched away all the customers."

"But he's not breaking the rules, he's just making a strange food that, as you and I both know, doesn't contain any addictive or hallucinogenic ingredients," said Arabelle.

"The other leaders didn't really care about the rules. They just knew there was a new chef here, and his food was stealing their customers, diverting their money away from other people. They sent people to negotiate, but were rebuffed. That was reason enough for them to take action," Char explained calmly. "If I hadn't suggested a gentler approach, the bomb would have been far more powerful than you see."

"This is the best option I can offer," Char added. "Of course I could have stopped this plan, but that would have meant going to war with the other leaders. Now, peace in Jotun can still be maintained, just as you wished, and the child is still alive. This is the best possible outcome."

"No, my store was bombed. That's nothing." Anderson, who was listening, couldn't help but interrupt.

Xia glanced at Anderson and replied, "During this period, your store has made more profit than the past five years combined. Now, only a small part of your store was bombed and no further liquidation has occurred. Aren't you satisfied?"

Anderson was left speechless by Char's criticism and could only sigh and sit down again.

"Now he needs to make a choice." Xia shifted his gaze to Howard: "Withdraw from the competition or join us."

So everyone looked at Howard, but Howard didn't seem to have fully recovered from the shock of the explosion. He just lowered his head and said nothing.

"Let's go." After a long moment, Arabelle pulled Howard up and said to Char, "He'll go back and help me. He won't get involved in your business anymore. Are you satisfied?"

Arabelle was about to take Howard away, and Char made way for them to leave. But after Arabelle had passed, he said to her from behind, "Arabelle, now I'm sure you think of this child as a replacement for Lyanna. Does he make you feel at peace?"

Arabelle froze in place.

"Lyanna is your sister, but the child has nothing to do with you. You have no right to make decisions for him." Xia continued.

"Buzz!"

No one could see clearly what happened. It seemed that a sudden gust of wind blinded their eyes. When people opened their eyes again, Arabelle had already pulled out her folding knife and pointed it at Char.

"Arabelle, this is the first time you've pointed a weapon at me because I told the truth." Char remained calm.

But these words obviously dealt a great blow to Arabelle. Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the handle of the power folding knife creaked from being squeezed.

At this tense moment, a hand covered in flour and blood pressed on Arabelle's arm, pushing down the hand holding the folding knife.

Howard walked out from behind Arabelle and stood between her and Char.

"First, I'm not a kid." Howard looked straight at the giant in front of him, who was much taller than him, and said calmly, "Second, I want to talk to you and the other leaders."