Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

The amusement park is located on the side of the artificial lake close to the urban area and is not very large.

That massive artificial lake was Kalimdor's greatest amusement facility. Beyond it, at great expense, a fully natural landscape was created, featuring mountains, forests, grasslands, and even a man-made snow-capped mountain further away. Kalimdor's most exclusive hotels, hospitals, and sanatoriums were all located in that area.

The dock in front of the artificial forest was filled with luxurious yachts and speedboats. Near the shore stood a vast, luxurious water park, the tallest slide seemingly three or four hundred meters high. In the center of the lake lay a small island, rumored to be the Governor's private villa. Gazing down from space, this area resembled the blue eye of the steel monster that was Kalimdor.

The area also refused entry to anyone who was not invited. If anyone was found illegally crossing the lake, the patrolling guards could shoot them directly. As a result, countless bodies sank to the bottom of the lake and became fish food.

As for the amusement park on this side of the lake, it is not a high-end place that only the powerful can enter. In fact, it is a small area that was left after the landscaping of the artificial lake was completed. It was eventually auctioned and someone bought it. Then this amusement park was built to serve the upper class of the nest city.

Even late at night, when no one was around, the place remained brightly lit, because turning off the lights would have created a dissonant darkness for the nobles across the lake. The Ferris wheel and giant carousel, adorned with colorful lights, were still in operation—because turning such large facilities off and on once would cause more damage than leaving them running continuously—and the marble floor beneath their feet, polished to a shine by a water grinder, reflected everything like a mirror.

Howard, who had come in late at night, was as happy as a little kid, and Arabelle followed him with her hands in her pockets.

Suddenly she grabbed Howard who was running around, took him into the shadow behind a tree, and covered his mouth.

Howard opened his eyes wide and his heart was beating fast, but before he could think of anything, footsteps were heard where he had just stood.

Two workers carrying paint buckets walked by. One of them, a slightly older worker, said to the younger worker, "I'm telling you, when you close the shop and clean up every day, you have to be proactive. Don't feel tired from working so much. Look, the people who can come here to play during the day are all rich people. They think the things they throw in the trash cans are garbage, but some of them are treasures to us. Don't be embarrassed..."

As the workers talked, they walked past where Arabelle and Howard were hiding, not noticing the two people behind the tree.

After the two workers walked away, Howard still didn't dare to breathe.

"You..." Arabelle looked at Howard, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, she couldn't help but said, "Are you biting my hand?"

"I, I, I'm sorry!" Howard quickly opened his mouth, and his teeth left a row of shallow teeth marks on Arabelle's right hand.

"That should be the last wave of patrols. As long as there's no big noise like fire or explosion, no one will come." Arabelle said as she wiped the saliva from her hands with a handkerchief with an expressionless face, and then punched the vending machine next to her.

The vending machine was almost knocked over by Arabelle's punch and was shaking violently. Howard was frightened and thought to himself, "Sister, if you are angry, don't take it out on the machine..." Well, if you take it out on me, I will be lying down because of this punch. You'd better hit the vending machine.

But after the aftermarket machine stabilized, there was a sound of something falling from inside. Arabelle opened the lid, took out something from inside and threw it to Howard.

It was a hot dog wrapped in paper and still full of calories.

Then Arabelle tossed Howard another can of sparkling water.

Two minutes later, Howard was on a bench in an empty park, a hot dog in one hand and a ginger sparkling water in the other; Arabelle was sitting next to him, munching on a chocolate bar.

After a quick dinner, Howard stood up and wanted to invite Arabelle to ride the Ferris wheel, but just as he was about to speak, something about the Three Holy Lands flashed through his mind, and he immediately changed his mind and wanted to ride the carousel instead. But as he took a step toward the carousel, he thought, "Isn't this a cover-up?" No, he still had to go to the Ferris wheel. But just as he was about to go, he thought, "It's better to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings in this situation, so he wanted to ride the carousel instead." Then he thought, "What kind of misunderstanding? This idea, which was outdated in the 3K era, is anyone still remembering it in the 40K era?"

Arabelle sat on the bench, a chocolate bar in her mouth, watching Howard jump from side to side like a psycho.

Then she put down her half-eaten chocolate bar and walked into the Ferris wheel cabin, saying to Howard, who was still pulling himself up outside, "Do you want to get in?"

Howard lowered his head and walked into the cockpit dejectedly.

The cockpit slowly rose to a higher altitude. Howard felt he should say something, so he looked at the night view of the hive city outside and said, "I really like riding the Ferris wheel."

Arabelle didn't agree, so Howard looked outside and continued, "When I was little, I was very timid. I always wanted someone to accompany me, but everyone was busy... Then, when I learned to be alone, people started to gather around me. But I just thought they were noisy, but if I told them that, I would be considered rude."

"So I like to ride the Ferris wheel alone so I can be a little away from them," Howard said. "But sometimes some self-righteous guys insist on squeezing in with me. I really feel uncomfortable being with such people."

“Does my presence make you uncomfortable?” Arabelle asked.

Howard looked outside, but shook his head very lightly.

As if infected by Howard's mood, Arabelle also leaned on the window with her hands and looked outside and said, "Lyanna also likes riding the Ferris wheel. She just likes high places. She said that when the Ferris wheel is at its highest point, throwing a stone can kill a person effortlessly. Then she asked me how high I need to go and what I need to throw to smash the world."

"So how did you answer her?" Howard asked curiously.

The gentle evening breeze rippled Arabelle's hair. She tucked it behind her ear and said, "I think I hit her on the head and told her to read more. Destroying something by smashing it is the most wasteful and stupid thing to do."

The younger sister is a middle school girl, and the older sister is a straight woman. They are indeed a family. Howard complained in his heart.

"Then may I ask, where is Lyanna now?" Howard asked again.

"She's gone." When Arabelle told Howard this story, she hadn't anticipated his question, so she calmly gave the answer she had prepared long ago: "Kalimdor is a birdcage. I always wanted to send her out, but then I realized she could have left long ago. It was me who couldn't. She kept waiting for me, and when she was disappointed, she left alone."

"Should I apologize for my problem?" Howard said.

Arabelle shook her head. "I wanted to tell you this. Whether you asked or not is irrelevant."

"Char once said I thought of you as a replacement for Lyanna, and I think he was right then," Arabelle continued, "but I should have known long ago that you and Lyanna are different. Lyanna won't come back, and you are no one's shadow..."

Somehow, perhaps due to the cool night breeze, Howard felt a wave of tiredness coming over him. He stretched and yawned, then lay down on the seat of the Ferris wheel.

This is where he chose to spend the night. The Ferris wheel here is a deluxe version, so the seats can accommodate Howard lying down. Admittedly, sleeping here may not be as comfortable as lying on a chair on the ground, but sleeping in a Ferris wheel sounds much more romantic than sleeping on a bench in the park.

As a result, he opened his eyes after lying down for only a few minutes because the Ferris wheel seat was made of leather and it was uncomfortable for his head to rest against it.

Arabelle saw Howard's predicament and took off her coat and folded it for him to use as a pillow.

This time Howard could finally sleep a little more comfortably.

But he closed his eyes again for a moment before Howard opened them again. He looked at Arabelle and said, "Arabelle, I have something to tell you."

Arabelle, who had been leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed, opened them, meaning I'm listening.

Howard considered his words for a long time, and suddenly didn't know how to start, so he said, "Forget it, it's just a small matter, not worth bothering you."

After Howard finished speaking, Arabelle stared at him for a long moment, but ultimately said nothing and closed her eyes.

Howard closed his eyes as well, then opened them again and said, "Good night."

It was a long time after he closed his eyes that Howard heard Arabelle's reply:

"Good night."