Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Prancing Pony Inn.

The innkeeper was absentmindedly counting the quantity of supplies he had purchased last time in a notebook, but when he got to the end he found that he was just drawing circles randomly on the paper, so he threw the paper and pen down and rubbed his temples.

Fifteen Terran days had passed since that chaotic night when he had helped the short human make the sauce and had somehow lost consciousness. He was eventually awakened by a guest at the inn.

When he woke up, everything around him was in a mess. The short human was gone, the hotel windows and glassware were all broken, and his head was as dizzy as if he had a hangover.

Later he found out that just as the short human had said, an out-of-control monster was wreaking havoc three blocks away from him that night.

In order to subdue the monster, the sages of the Mechanicus, who had been keeping a low profile, took action.

But in the end, it was the short human who really calmed the monster down.

But that human also paid the price of his life.

The innkeeper had nightmares these days and the food tasted like wood because he kept thinking about what the human said to him that night.

The extra cost will be recovered from you with interest.

Considering the little man's expression and tone at the time, the more I thought about it, the more bloody the words sounded.

He tried to convince himself that he was just using his right to self-defense. If a stranger breaks into your store and wants to borrow your kitchen for no reason and can't pay, any normal person would kick him out.

Besides, didn't I lend him my kitchen and warehouse in the end? If I didn't have my own kitchen and warehouse, that human wouldn't even be qualified to make a glorious sacrifice...

However, the innkeeper also knew that if it weren't for that human's glorious sacrifice, the monster might not have been subdued so easily, and it's hard to say whether his inn would still be there.

He couldn't convince himself.

The little man's death was indeed related to him.

If he had been kinder and more generous, the little man might not have died, and he would not be in such a state of panic all day long.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a crashing sound. The innkeeper jumped up in fright, shouting, "No! No! Spare me! Spare me!"

But when he looked, he saw only a customer slamming his glass down on the table after taking a swig of beer.

On the contrary, because of his sudden start, all the customers on the first floor of the hotel were looking at him with strange eyes.

The innkeeper sat back slowly with a stiff body. He raised his hand to support his forehead, as if he was closing his eyes to rest, but in fact he was avoiding those suspicious gazes.

"Hey! Buddy!" At this time, one of his regular customers came over and patted him on the shoulder: "What's wrong with you lately? You always look absent-minded."

"I'm fine... I'm fine..." The hotel owner waved his hand to signal him to go away.

"crunch-"

There was the sound of a door bolt turning, and a new customer entered the store.

"Welcome..." The innkeeper instinctively stood up to greet him, but the rest of the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

Judging from her figure, the person who pushed open the door of the hotel was a tall woman. She was wearing a black windbreaker and long boots.

She raised the collar of her windbreaker, hiding her entire face in the shadows. Her windbreaker was unbuttoned, revealing the double-barreled pistol at her waist.

The woman's left hand had been transformed into a robotic hand. She used this hand specifically to open the door. After pushing the door open, she did not come in. Instead, she leaned against the door to prevent it from closing. Then she took out a cigarette from her inner pocket, put it in her mouth, and took out a bronze lighter to light it.

After seeing this woman, the innkeeper's brain suddenly buzzed for some reason, and then he lost all ability to think.

Then, another person walked into the inn. The innkeeper recognized that he was the short man who had asked him to borrow the kitchen that day and was later said to have died.

The short man walked towards the innkeeper step by step. He was also wearing black clothes, a black hat, and black sunglasses.

There was no expression on the little man's face.

The innkeeper had never thought that the road from his door to his front desk was so long. The little man was obviously not walking slowly, but when he walked in front of him, the innkeeper felt as if a century had passed.

Even through his sunglasses, the hotel owner seemed to still be able to feel the sharp gaze of this little man. At this time, the first floor of the hotel quickly became quiet after the two uninvited guests came in. Some of the guests hurried upstairs, while others lowered their heads and ate the food in front of them without saying a word, but they still couldn't help but glance over here.

The innkeeper swallowed hard, feeling like he had swallowed a piece of ice.

"Sir...how can I help you..." the innkeeper began tremblingly.

The little man tilted his head slightly to look at the innkeeper, then raised his fist to him.

The innkeeper thought this was some kind of warning or threat. He screamed, squatted down with his head in his hands, and begged for mercy.

But after a long time, the imagined punishment did not come, and the innkeeper mustered up his courage and climbed up tremblingly.

The little man still maintained the posture of extending his right fist, with the palm facing down and the back of his hand facing up.

Seeing the innkeeper stand up again, the little man slowly spread out his hands.

The innkeeper felt as if his breathing had stopped. He wondered if the little man had something like poison or a bullet in his hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

But what fell from the little man's hand were a few gold coins.

One of the gold coins even rolled off the counter and was stepped on by the little man as it rolled on the ground. Then the little man bent down, picked up the gold coin, and put it back among the other gold coins.

"There was an accident last time, and you were attacked and your window was broken. This is compensation for your additional losses."

The little guy said.

Then he pulled the brim of his hat and turned away. As he passed the woman, he snapped his fingers at her. The woman threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and followed the short man out of the hotel.

The door of the hotel slammed shut, leaving the innkeeper and the travelers looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" Howard lost his composure immediately after leaving the hotel. He excitedly took small steps to urge Arabelle on. "My hands are so sore from holding them up all the time."

Their vehicle was still a motorcycle, with Arabelle driving and Howard sitting on the back seat as usual.

Howard took off his hat because it would be blown away by the wind when he was riding a motorcycle, but he had to wear it because his hair had not grown out yet.

"Arabelle, I thought I just looked so cool!!!"

On the way back, Howard hugged Arabelle's waist tightly from behind like a koala. He twisted left and right excitedly in the back seat of the car, turning into an excited and happy koala.

Arabelle, who was driving, rolled her eyes. She didn't know why she had agreed to act with this psychopath.