Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

half an hour ago

Howard opened the bag of flour that was delivered to him and heard a slight "click".

Howard hesitated for a moment, but then opened the bag completely.

Then he saw that in addition to flour, there was also a grenade in the bag.

The pull ring of the grenade was threaded onto a seam on the bag. When Howard opened the bag, he also pulled the grenade, and the sound just now came from this.

But the grenade did not explode.

Howard raised an eyebrow and whistled.

Everything was just as he thought.

After being inexplicably stopped by the mysterious hooded man that day and having a lot of conversation, Howard guessed why the other party came to him and how things would develop subsequently.

He can make strange pancakes. He is not sure where the strange effects of these pancakes come from. However, after all the things that happened along the way, especially in recent days, Howard has a rough idea of the abilities and effects of the strange pancakes he made.

There are many things in this world that can make people happy, but the degree of happiness each brings varies. Drinking fine wine and ruling the world can both bring people happiness, but the pleasure they provide is not on the same level.

If we quantify the feeling of pleasure, assuming that being drunk can provide 20 points of happiness, our own pancakes can provide 10 points of happiness.

But the pancakes he made dealt real damage, and real damage is the most real damage.

Assuming that a healthy person's happiness threshold is zero, being drunk can make him feel twenty points of happiness, and eating pancakes can make him feel ten points of happiness.

So in the eyes of normal people, the pancakes made by Howard can only be regarded as a decent snack and are not very attractive.

For example, Arabelle never bought a Jianbing Guozi again after trying it once, because she thought it was too troublesome to queue for such a long time every time.

But for those who have a higher pleasure threshold, the happiness that Jianbing Guozi can provide is different.

To quantify it in the same way, if a person has a 50% resistance to pleasure, then being drunk, which originally brings 20 points of happiness, can only provide 10 points of effective happiness, but his own pancake can still bring 10 points of pleasure. In this case, the appeal of a pancake is the same as being drunk.

If the resistance to happiness reaches 75%, then the happiness experienced from eating a pancake will be twice that of being drunk.

If happiness resistance reaches ninety-nine percent, the happiness brought by eating pancakes will be fifty times that of being drunk.

There are many behaviors that can increase one's pleasure threshold, and Howard can think of indulgence, sadism, alcoholism, and drug abuse.

And in the fucked-up world of Warhammer, the four behaviors mentioned above are not uncommon.

The crazy man in gray robe last time probably had his nerves burned out by taking drugs. Ordinary drugs could no longer stimulate him, and he couldn't afford expensive drugs, so he chose to rob Jianbing Guozi.

Because compared with the expensive but ineffective psychiatric drugs, Howard's pancakes can be said to be absolutely good value for money.

Based on this speculation, it is easy to understand what the hooded man said. What he meant was that Howard's behavior of selling pancakes disrupted the market for psychiatric drugs and suppressed the original market for pharmaceuticals. They hoped that Howard would raise the price and raise the price of pancakes to the level of luxury goods, so as to continue to maintain the monopoly and huge profits.

Howard understood, but the other party did not show enough sincerity. If he agreed to the conditions just by sending an unknown person to negotiate, he would be put in a passive position.

In this kind of confrontation, whoever gives up first will be in an unfavorable situation.

And now, it is obvious that the other party lost his patience first, because he did not use any dishonorable means to attract customers. The other party's use of such assassination-like methods is not in line with the rules here.

Howard took out the Ohm Messiah, and the Ohm Messiah turned on automatically.

Om Messiah: "Master, your judgment is correct."

Ever since that day's conversation with the hooded man, Howard had been keeping Om Messiah on guard against attacks from the dark.

If Om Messiah hadn't given advance warning, it meant the attack wasn't lethal, which is why Howard was so calm after seeing the grenade in the flour bag.

Howard: "Let's put on a show."

Ohm Messiah: "Understood."

So Howard pulled the flour bag up again, grabbed one end of the bag in his hand, swung it twice, and threw the flour bag containing the grenade out like a hammer.

The flour bag was thrown to a safe distance. At this distance, after the grenade exploded, only the shock and strong light could cause minor damage to Howard, and the threat of grenade fragments would be minimized.

"boom!"

Two hours later.

Howard and Arabelle returned to the residence.

Arabelle helped Howard sit down on the sofa on the first floor, and then she went upstairs without saying a word.

When she came down again, she was holding a medical kit in her hand. The items in this medical kit were what Howard had used to treat him before. After that, Arabelle spent some time to replenish the items inside.

Arabelle opened the medical kit on the small table, took out the medicine and cotton balls, and wanted to apply the medicine to Howard.

Then she discovered a problem.

From the outside, Howard's bleeding was so severe that one-fifth of his body was covered with blood.

But when you try to find the specific bleeding sites, you can't find any wounds.

For example, half of Howard's face was covered with a mixture of blood and flour into a red paste, but when she wiped off the dirt on her face, there was intact skin underneath without a trace of a crack.

Arabelle, who was holding a medical cotton ball with pliers but had no idea how to start, stood there blinking twice, randomly threw the thing in her hand down, and raised her hand to hit.

Because at this time she had already realized that the "blood" on the unfortunate child was most likely caused by himself.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Let me explain!" Howard, who had been listless just now, suddenly became energetic when he realized that Arabelle was angry. He raised his hands to cover his face and begged for mercy repeatedly.

Arabelle looked at Howard's cowardly expression and finally put down her hand helplessly. "What the hell are you doing?"

So Howard told Arabelle his guess and plan, and where the "blood" in his body came from.

"I dissolved a bag of food coloring in warm water and added some gel to it, and that's how artificial blood came out," Howard explained to Arabelle, looking a little proud.

Arabelle looked at Howard speechlessly. Suddenly, a question occurred to her, so she asked, "What did you put in the food you made? Why did these people go to such great lengths to mess with you?"

"The pancakes I make always seem delicious, even for drug addicts," Howard answered truthfully. "But I don't understand why. I originally thought it was due to my family's secret recipe, but you know, that so-called secret recipe is just some ordinary spices. No matter how much you tinker with them, it wouldn't produce such an effect. So now I think there must be something special about my family's bloodline, like maybe our ancestors were blessed by the Divine Emperor or something, that's why we can make such a magical food."

Arabelle could barely accept this explanation, because there were many more people and things in the galaxy that were more abnormal than this. Some babies were born with deformed wings and used them to fly. Some people were corrupted from birth, and all the plants within a hundred meters around them withered.

Compared to these monsters and demons, being able to make delicious pancakes is nothing.

"So what are your plans now?" Arabelle asked.

"I've told Char I need to talk to the leaders," Howard replied. "My pancakes are cheaper and harmless to the human body. This is a new way to make money."

"You're being naive," said Arable.

"Huh?" Howard was puzzled.

But Arabelle didn't explain further. She sighed helplessly and said to Howard, "I'll go with you then."