Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Hive Kalimdor, Garden District.

The girl followed her mother holding a rope with a balloon tied to one end. Somehow the rope broke and the balloon floated high into the sky.

The girl's mouth corners suddenly turned upside down. Seeing that her daughter was about to cry, her mother hurriedly squatted down to comfort her.

Then suddenly the light was blocked by someone, and an expressionless woman walked in front of them. The woman put her left hand in the pocket of her windbreaker and held the balloon that had just flown away in her right hand.

While the mother and daughter were stunned, the woman bent down and handed the balloon to the girl. The girl took it carefully and said timidly, "Thank you..."

The woman ignored the girl's thanks. She stood up straight and looked behind her, questioning the person following her in an angry tone, "What on earth do you want me to do?"

Howard, who was wearing a pair of large sunglasses decorated with candy-like patterns from somewhere, gave her a thumbs-up and said, "Come out and play!"

Twenty days had passed since the night Char lost control, and Howard had fully recovered.

Because of this accident, Howard got a Tyra Week holiday, during which he didn't have to make pancakes.

And today is the last day of his vacation.

Howard chose to go to the nest to play.

"Your choice is truly unreasonable," Arabelle whispered as she walked beside Howard. "I can't guarantee your safety here."

Arabelle was telling the truth. If Howard wanted to go around the Middle Nest, Arabelle was confident that she could guarantee Howard's safety. At most, she could bring more weapons and fill the motorcycle with them. Many minor characters would not dare to show their heads when seeing those weapons, let alone cause trouble.

As long as Howard doesn't run into the sewers or the slums, Arabelle can ensure that there won't be any big trouble.

But it’s different in the upper area. First of all, you can’t bring a gun without an ID, and melee weapons are also controlled. In order to avoid being stopped and questioned by the police, Arabelle only brought a non-powered dagger.

Arabelle didn't understand why Howard had to come to the Upper District. If he wanted to have fun, there were plenty of good places to have fun in the Middle Nest, such as... strip clubs and underground arenas...

"Relax, we're just out for a stroll, there's no danger. Looking around so vigilantly will only attract some unnecessary attention."

Howard had two more ice cream cones in his hand. He kept one for himself and gave the other to Arabelle.

Arabelle turned her head away to show her refusal, but Howard pushed the cone towards her again and said, "Try one. I already bought it and I need to control my weight and can't eat too much sugar. I can't throw this away."

Arabelle took the cone and said, "Just this once."

Howard licked his ice cream cone and thought to himself that this trick really works from 3k to 40k.

Howard took Arabelle around, and then they came to the small building that the Governor had assigned to him.

From the outside, there is no trace of his past life here. The store he once converted has long been demolished, the walls have been repainted, and an extra layer of iron fence has been added to the outside of the building. The spikes on the top of the fence indicate that no one is welcome to visit here.

Howard whistled but made no comment.

After all, he hadn't planned to own the house at first. Later, he kept the rent and settled all ties with the original owner of the house. It was none of his business how the subsequent owner of the building remodeled it.

After taking a look around, Howard felt that there was nothing interesting here, so he took Arabelle to the commercial district.

The buildings here are much more magnificent and large than the small houses in the garden area, and the most magnificent building is the Anglican church. The church door is open inward, and two priests with scriptures covered on their bodies stand in front of the church door. One of them is preaching with a thick book, and the other is holding a porcelain bottle of oil and smearing it on the forehead of every believer.

There was a large circle of believers surrounding the place, which seriously blocked the traffic, but no one dared to raise any objections.

In a world where gods, demons and monsters really exist, religion is undoubtedly one of the few comforts for ordinary people.

Howard had also seen the church in Zhongchao. The church looked as magnificent as a palace against the backdrop of the surrounding refugee camp-like buildings. Every Sunday, the people who came to attend mass and receive communion would fill the entire block.

The only thing that surprised Howard at that time was that the pastor of that church was actually a cunning scoundrel, and he was one of the eight leaders of Yotun. Sometimes when Howard passed by the church, he would see this bald, sharp-toothed guy telling his believers the true meaning of the God-Emperor with a pious look on his face. He always couldn't help but sigh that this was a really absurd universe.

Faith can bring comfort and protection to mortals, but faith itself is also the food that nourishes the warp. The more devout the faith, the more chaotic the warp, and the more it forces mortals to believe in gods and ghosts that they do not understand in order to protect themselves.

After walking a short distance, Howard suddenly heard a loud and noisy symphony coming from the opposite side of the road, followed by a group of mounted police rushing into the crowd to clear the way.

Although the creatures they ride look like horses, they are actually not horses at all. They are monsters that have been genetically bred to look like horses. Each of them wears a bit and a muzzle because this monster eats meat.

Under the monster's hooves and the police's batons, the dense crowd was forcibly separated into a wide aisle like the Red Sea parted by Moses. Many people fell and were trampled in the squeeze. Seeing that the situation was not good, Arabelle grabbed Howard into her arms, and then held her hands together to form a triangle for support, so that Howard inside was not squeezed.

As a result, Howard stayed in the safe area for a while and then went out again. Arabelle opened her eyes wide and wanted to curse, but he came back soon. This time, the sunglasses he was wearing were gone, and there was a six or seven-year-old girl crying in his arms.

"What the hell is going on?" Arabelle asked Howard with wide eyes.

"She seems to have lost her parents. It's too dangerous to leave her alone." Howard shouted. This was the only way he could communicate in the noisy environment.

"you……"

Arabelle was speechless, but she didn't mean to blame Howard. It would be very dangerous for such a small child to be in a chaotic crowd without the protection of his parents. If Arabelle saw this kind of thing, she was not sure if she could have the heart to pretend not to see it.

The reason she was angry was because Howard had just run away without saying a word. You know, Howard's situation here is not much better than that of a child. If he is not careful, he may be in danger.

But Howard didn't notice Arabelle's displeasure and turned around to make faces at the child.