Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

In the end, Howard ordered something from the signature three-person family meal, but he didn't order the family meal.

The sales tactic of a package is to bundle some things together and then give a discount.

Howard did not choose the discounted gift package, but ordered the discounted items at the original price, and also added some other food that looked barely acceptable.

As for the wine that was originally supposed to come with the meal, Howard and Lucy couldn't drink it, and Arabelle didn't drink it either, so it was cancelled.

The meal started to be served soon. The style of this restaurant vaguely reflects French cuisine. Sparkling water and a basket of freshly baked bread were served first, along with some appetizers, followed by soup and roasted berries.

The soup seemed to be a creamy soup with some chopped plant roots and curled tentacles of unknown animals cooked in it. It looked a bit like octopus, but the texture was much more tender than octopus.

Two side dishes were served in the middle, the liver of an unknown animal and something that looked like baked snails.

The highlight was the main course: an unpretentious cutlet.

But this steak is from anteater.

The violent ingredient that Howard found in the box at the Prancing Pony Inn last time was the meat of the ant cow.

It's the meat of the ant cow, not the ant cow.

This is a very aggressive insect. Even if the cut tissue is cooked at high temperature or soaked in liquid nitrogen for a few days, it will still remain active and alive when it comes out. And it is alive and kicking.

Some of the Star Army's high-quality military rations use ant-cow meat as raw material. They sterilize this ingredient through high temperature and radiation and then put it into cans. Sometimes, some uncleaned ant-cow meat will tear open the can and run out.

It is also very dangerous to eat ant meat that has not been carefully processed. The meat of this monster contains countless parasites. It is said that each parasite is the larva of the ant cow. There are only two outcomes if you take the risk of eating ant meat that is not completely inactivated. Either the ant meat will tear open the diner's stomach and run out, or the diner will become the next ant cow.

Even Space Marines, whose stomach acid can digest ceramics, find it difficult to tolerate raw ant beef.

Facing the steak, Howard touched his pocket, where was the Om Messiah.

If eating this steak would put him in danger, there was no reason for Om Messiah not to issue a warning.

But Om Messiah did not respond.

So Howard tried to cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

Then Howard finally understood why this kind of thing that could be used to create a biochemical crisis plot in the real world was considered the finest food in Warhammer 40k.

The reason is simple: properly processed ant beef is a top-notch delicacy.

Howard looked at the reactions of the other two. Lucy showed undisguised joy after tasting the ant beef steak, and after Arabelle cut off a small piece and tried it, her gloomy and unhappy expression finally eased a little.

"I don't understand what your purpose is in doing this?" Arabelle finally took the initiative to speak to Howard.

"Hmm?" Howard expressed confusion at Arabelle's question.

"As annoying as that Eldar is, her assessment of you is worth considering. Many of your seemingly irrational actions may harbor ulterior motives we cannot fathom." Arabelle put down her knife and fork and said, "If you have a plan behind what you're doing, I hope you can tell me. Even if not the details of the plan, please let me know that it exists."

Arabelle unconsciously glanced down as she spoke, finally staring at the food on her plate and saying somewhat dejectedly, "I don't want to always find out at the end that I'm the only one who's blind..."

Since arriving at Middle Nest, Arabelle has always been the active and strong party, while Howard is the weak party.

But now, the power has been reversed forever, and in any future matter, Howard's words will carry more weight than Arabelle's.

Howard knew that Arabelle was speaking her mind. He hoped that his brain could be a little slower at this time, and not come to such a disappointing conclusion in such an occasion. Even if he could understand it after some time passed and lie in bed reviewing it before going to sleep, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't offer any words of comfort, so he could only pour Arabelle a glass of sparkling water and push it in front of her.

"I don't have any plans this time. I just came here to relax," Howard said. "I'm glad you're willing to come with me. Just treat it as a vacation. Don't be so tense all the time."

Howard's words were tantamount to admitting that Arabelle's previous evaluation of himself was correct.

Arabelle's fingers rubbed the bottom of the glass of sparkling water that Howard had pushed to her, as if she was thinking about what Howard had just said.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Howard stood up and said.

Two minutes later, in the innermost cubicle of the restaurant restroom.

Howard observed when he came in that not many people were using the bathroom during this period, so there was no danger of being discovered.

Howard took out the Om Messiah and got straight to the point: "Om Messiah, can you find Lucy's family?"

"Answer Master, yes, please wait." Om Messiah replied.

Then countless pictures flashed across the screen rapidly. Each picture was a photo of the hive city taken by other devices at present or in the past. Lucy's portrait was quickly extracted from those rapidly flashing photos. After a while, pictures of several more people were selected.

Om Messiah is now screening all photos taken by other equipment in the past three years within a radius of fifty kilometers centered on the place where Howard found Lucy, in order to calculate and analyze Lucy's family and home address.

The computing power required to complete this task far exceeds Ohm Messiah's existing hardware. However, Ohm Messiah remotely borrows the computing power of other hardware or wetware, connecting them in series to form a supercomputer to serve itself. Therefore, the current Ohm Messiah itself does not participate in any calculations, but is only used as a remote screen projection.

While Om Messiah was borrowing computing power, strange things kept happening in the hive city of Kalimdor. Some automatic machines went on strike and could not respond to any input commands. Some servitors began to twitch and their brains began to overload.

However, Ohm Messiah mostly made use of the idle or scrap computing power that no one cared about, so although the calculation process caused one or two small accidents, no one connected these anomalies.

Finally, Om Messiah stopped calculating and gave Howard a place name and directions to that place.

"Master, this is my calculation of Miss Lucy's family and current residence. The error rate is no more than one in a million."

OK, now that we have the answer, how can we make our way of knowing the answer less noticeable?

Howard couldn't think of any good solution for the time being, so he walked out of the toilet cubicle and washed his hands at the sink.

Then he saw the waiter who had been there was also washing his hands.

Have it.

"Hey, lady!" Howard pulled a roll of bills from his pocket. "Can you do me a favor?"