Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"She's suffered a strong psychic shock and needs treatment." At this moment, the leader, who appeared as a holographic projection, "walked" over—actually, the projection drone had floated over, so the projected image moved along with it—and said, "I happen to have several psychics under my command. As a token of my cooperation, I can provide this assistance."

"Thank you for your kindness." Howard first thanked him, then said, "But I want to try my own method first."

Then, under the other party's suspicious gaze, Howard took out the second pancake he brought from his bag.

"Open your mouth," Howard said to Arabelle.

But Arabelle didn't react at all. Ever since she wiped the blood off her face, she had been sitting upright, her back straight, like a monk in meditation.

Howard was startled and hesitantly put his hand under Arabelle's nose.

Still angry.

"Huh..." Howard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought to himself not to scare himself. Arabelle would not send it so rashly.

Howard soon discovered the reason why Arabelle didn't respond to what he said: Arabelle's ear hole was blocked with blood scabs, and with this amount of bleeding, the eardrum or something must have been ruptured.

So Howard took Arabelle's hand and wrote on her palm: "Open your mouth."

When Arabelle received this message, her eyebrows knitted together with an expression of confusion, so Howard patiently wrote the words "open your mouth" on her palm.

Arabelle was even more confused, and after a long moment she spoke, "What are you going to do?"

Howard took the opportunity to stuff the pancake into her mouth.

"Hmm!" Arabelle's wrinkled brows suddenly relaxed. It seemed that she instinctively wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were stuck with coagulated blood, so she failed.

However, when she found that what was stuffed into her mouth was a pancake instead of something else strange, she gradually calmed down and obediently finished the pancake that Howard fed her. But when Howard wanted to feed her more, she reached out and pushed Howard away, gritting her teeth and said, "Hiss... That's enough. I don't have time to play with you. I have a headache now..."

But as she spoke, her voice gradually became softer.

After suffering a strong soul shock, in addition to the pain in her brain as if being pricked by needles, Arabelle also felt a very obvious sense of detachment.

Specifically, there seemed to be an invisible membrane separating her from the outside world. The sounds from the outside world passed through this membrane and entered her ears. The source of the sound was right next to her, but to Arabelle it sounded like a completely distorted sound hundreds of meters away, and she could not analyze any information from it.

Her sense of touch was also blocked. She had completely lost it. She could only guess the outline of an object by the reaction force of her limbs touching the object, and then determine what the object was. As for whether the object was cold or hot, smooth or rough, she had no way of telling. It was estimated that even if someone pressed a soldering iron on her, it would take her a while to react.

Including what Howard had written on her palm just now, she guessed what message Howard wanted to convey to her, so she asked, but she didn't expect Howard to directly stuff her mouth with a pancake.

But the magical thing is that after eating the pancake, Arabelle could clearly feel her perception recovering rapidly, and the diaphragm that wrapped around her quickly faded and disappeared until everything returned to normal.

Arabelle raised her hand and tore off the clotted blood that was stuck to her eyelids. Although her pupils were still bloodshot, at least they were not as red as a rabbit as they were at the beginning.

"You...what did you do?"

Howard raised the pancake in his hand.

"Unbelievable." The holographic figure witnessed the entire process and exclaimed in admiration, "I'm looking forward to our collaboration even more."

It's hard to believe, Howard thought to himself. It's right to be hard to believe, because I don't understand what the hell is going on.

Although there were some minor problems in the negotiations between Howard and other leaders, they ended in a relatively perfect outcome overall.

A week later, Howard, who was studying how to use a blowtorch to bake caramel on the first floor of Arabelle's residence, heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and found no one outside, only a dirty canvas bag.

Om Messiah didn't react, indicating that the canvas bag posed no threat.

So Howard picked up the package, untied the string, and it was full of money.

After that meeting, Howard discussed the specific distribution of benefits with the leaders, and finally decided to split the profits from each pancake into 30% and 70%, with Howard taking 3%. However, Howard was only responsible for making the pancakes, and they were required to help Howard arrange everything from raw materials to tools to venues.

Because Arabelle's house was too small, Howard still went to the Anchor Tavern to make pancakes every day, but these pancakes were not sold to Zhongchao.

For safety reasons, Char suggested that Howard move to a safer new residence, but Howard refused.

The specific negotiation content was a long and boring process. Each chief was an old bastard who had lived for who knows how long. Howard had to avoid any place where they could play tricks or play word games. For example, although the profits from pancakes were split 30% and 70% respectively, if a chief gave pancakes as a gift, the monetary profit would be zero, but he could not use this as an excuse to refuse to pay Howard the price for making the pancakes.

In short, after three or four hours of long negotiations, a treaty was finally reached that was barely acceptable and satisfactory to everyone.

And what is contained in this cloth bag is this week’s dividends.

Howard took the cloth bag into the living room on the first floor and placed it on the table. Inside was wealth that an ordinary worker in Zhongchao could not earn in ten lifetimes. Howard looked at the money and felt it was unreal.

Then he grabbed a handful of banknotes and threw them into the air.

In the commercial films he watched in the past, this scene was always included when the characters made their first pot of gold. Now he also tried to do the same thing in the movies, but he didn't seem to feel much joy in his heart.

"What's wrong with you?" Arabelle asked, narrowing her eyes in confusion.

"This is a custom in my hometown." Howard came up with an explanation while squatting on the ground picking up the money.

The 40k superman's recovery ability is amazing. Except for broken limbs, foreign objects embedded in the body, missing organ parts or being affected by the subspace, almost all non-fatal injuries can be healed by humans of this era with adequate nutrition. Whether it was the last injury or this time, if it happened to Howard, he would have to stay in the ICU for ten days to half a month before he could recover, but Arabelle recovered within a week.

Now Arabelle also has the responsibility of being his protector. At first, Arabelle did not want to take this job, but Char promised Arabelle that as long as she accepted the job, in order to better protect Howard, Char could provide her with some more "special" weapons and equipment. Arabelle considered it over and over again, and finally chose to agree.

In short, Howard is now protected by two groups of people in a day. In Yodon, the gang inside is responsible for protecting him, while at home and on the way to and from get off work, Arabelle is responsible for his safety.

Some time later, late one night, Howard was awakened by a vibration under his pillow.

This is a dangerous sign because he has Om Messiah under his pillow.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the window of the room was pushed open. The elf Adeline who had attacked him before was squatting on the windowsill. It was dark outside, and Adeline's pupils were shining with purple light.