Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"I can make food that would please even a Space Marine."

Howard took a deep breath and said this with a trembling voice.

The demon gestured for the two minotaurs to stop.

"I can make a special food that even the False Emperor's angels would find joy in eating. I believe it's a gift from God, but they consider me a heretic and persecute me. That's why I was captured on this warship." Howard looked directly into the demon's eyes, which had no whites. "All the angels were present at the time. You can collect evidence anytime."

The demon frowned, seemingly moved. Howard took advantage of the demon's wavering expression to bow again, even more humbly. "Messenger of the Lord of Pleasure, if I'm lying, you'll only be delayed in taking my humble life. But if what I say is true, won't you miss the opportunity to experience a whole new kind of happiness? My life is insignificant, but if you miss out on the joys of the world you haven't experienced, wouldn't that undermine your perfection and honor?"

"Very good, very good." The devil was amused by Howard's words. "I grant you this opportunity, please start."

"I'm sorry, waiter of the Lord of Joy, all the tools and ingredients I need to make food have been taken away. Without them, I can't make anything." Howard mustered up the courage to continue dragging.

He knew that his behavior was a bit excessive, but he had no choice. First, it would delay the process for a longer time; second, he really couldn't make the pancake without the tools.

He was gambling, gambling that the devil would satisfy his demands.

But he's not a blind gambler. Earlier, he told the devil, "If you miss out on the joys of the world you haven't experienced, wouldn't that undermine your perfection and honor?" This is similar to Jotaro's bet with Dabi over "Dio's secret" in Jo3. Dabi is Dio's subordinate, and even if he could win, Dio would never allow Dabi to use his secret as a bargaining chip. Therefore, if Dabi accepts the bet, win or lose, he will be eliminated by Dio. If he doesn't accept the bet, Dabi loses.

Similarly, the followers of Slaanesh can be said to be basically arrogant and perfectionists. They will not allow themselves to have flaws, so even if they think Howard is lying, they should satisfy Howard's reasonable request before the lie is completely exposed.

That's what Howard is betting on.

"Then what do you need?" asked the demon leader, and it was just as Howard expected.

"Flour, water, liquid oil, vegetables, tomato sauce, and a pan that can be heated." Howard made his list.

Howard actually doesn't know how to make Jianbing Guozi, or rather, he doesn't know how to make authentic Jianbing Guozi, and he has never even eaten it a few times.

All his understanding of Jianbingguozi comes from his subjective conjectures and stereotypes, that is, he takes it for granted.

In Howard's concept, a minimalist pancake only needs a piece of dough, something wrapped in the dough and some sauce.

Howard's request was soon met, but just as he was about to start working, he caught a glimpse of a scene he never wanted to see.

He saw the demon who had chased him at the beginning walk into the square. The demon's left hand was dragging half of the body of a headless Space Marine, and his right hand was holding the Space Marine's severed head. The blood flowing from the Space Marine's body dragged a blood-red path behind the demon.

Howard recognized the Space Marine's identity through the damaged armor on the outside of his body. He was the captain of the Blood Angels.

The Astartes of the Empire have been completely destroyed.

At this time, the devil also saw Howard. He roared angrily, threw the corpse away, and then rushed towards the stunned Howard, as if he was going to tear Howard into pieces.

Seeing this, the demon leader raised his claws and slapped the demon in the face, tearing off half of his face and one eyeball with one claw.

"Don't be rude to my guests." The demon leader glared at him, and the demon instantly wilted. He could only retreat angrily, growling in his throat to express his dissatisfaction.

"So you're the mortal who tricked Su Meng." The demon leader looked at Howard with a wisp of gaze. His voice, indistinguishable between male and female, was filled with a gentle charm that could make one's soul melt. "Now, I'm really looking forward to the surprise you can bring me. I hope you haven't been frightened by me. Please continue. No one will disturb you until you finish."

Cold sweat ran down Howard's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and started working.

Immediately, Howard discovered a fatal problem: he only asked for the pot, not the shovel.

The demon named Su Meng, who had been slapped and had half of his face torn off, was staring at him covetously. Howard knew that he would never be able to ask for tools again.

So he swallowed and carefully poured the batter into the hot pan. Howard couldn't stop sweating because he knew he had forgotten to ask for the bamboo pushers. He had to spread the pancake as much as possible in the first step of pouring the batter, otherwise he would really have to operate it with his hands in the hot pan.

It took Howard almost five minutes to complete the first step. Fortunately, although the shape of the batter was terrible, the thickness was barely acceptable. Then he put in the vegetables and dipped them in sauce. Then, another problem arose.

He didn't have a spatula, which was necessary if he wanted to wrap the pancake.

Because if the pancake does not cover the contents, it is not a pancake.

Howard silently watched the pancake stuck at the last step. Soon, a burnt smell came from the pan.

The demon leader raised an eyebrow, but a playful smile remained on his face.

Howard poured the pancakes from the pot onto the ground.

"What? You failed?" the demon leader asked with interest.

Howard turned to face the chief and said calmly, "It's not a failure, it's just not perfect. I won't allow myself to present you with an imperfect work, so I ask you to give me another chance to present you with perfect food."

"If you're stalling for time, then your plan has failed, because the Empire's resistance has been completely wiped out by us." The demon looked at Howard and said, "However, I have decided to give you one last chance. If you can't satisfy me, I will hand you over to Su Meng."

Howard didn't say anything else. He bowed to the demon leader again and returned to the hot pot.

Then he meticulously greased the pan with some unknown animal fat, poured in the batter as usual, and then reached in.

"Bala——"

The moment his hand touched the bottom of the pot, an intense pain that Howard had never experienced before was transmitted to his brain along the nerves in his hand. The biological unconditioned reflex ordered his muscles to retract his hand immediately, but his muscles were tensed to the limit, his teeth were clenched tightly, and he resisted the biological instinct. But in the end, although his hand did not retract, he still screamed.

But the demons showed intoxicated expressions, as if what they heard was not screams but elegant symphony.

For demons, screams and pain are also their food.

He could have touched the hot pan like a monkey taking chestnuts out of the fire, then pulled his hand back and slowly made the pancake, but that would have been very undignified, with the devil watching him.

So in order not to anger Him, Howard could only endure the pain brought by the close contact between his palms and the hot pan and wrap the pancake.

Howard walked up to the demon leader holding a pancake. His hand was now as red and swollen as a balloon that had been blown up to the extreme, and the surface was covered with yellow, festering blisters.

Howard raised the object in his hand above his head and offered it to the devil, a pancake with vegetables, ketchup, screams and pain.