Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"Guys, I have a plan," Howard said.

He then found Arabelle and Char standing there staring at him.

"Is there something strange about me?" Howard asked.

Arabelle and Char slowly shook their heads.

Howard himself didn't realize that while he was brainstorming, he was not only pacing back and forth frantically, but also making facial expressions.

His expression was sometimes deep, sometimes angry, sometimes ferocious, and sometimes happy. He would sometimes tear his hair, sometimes stamp his feet excitedly, and sometimes clench his fists.

In the end, all the people who were arguing reached a consensus. The different expressions combined together, and finally Howard looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

"What's your plan?" Char asked.

"Let's verify some things first," Howard said.

late at night.

Adrien sat in the back seat of the special car, with a look of helplessness and resentment on his face.

Not long ago, or to be more precise, since he returned from the mission to kidnap Howard in Zhongchao, he seemed to be neglected.

First, he was transferred from the front line of the army to the office. It was nominally a promotion, but in fact it deprived him of his real power and kicked him into a retirement position.

Just as Howard said at the beginning, he fell out of favor because he did not handle this matter well.

At this time the car stopped, Adrian arrived home, he got out of the car, and the driver drove the car to the garage.

The door of the house was locked and there was no one at the door. Adrian frowned.

In the past, at this time in the evening, no matter how long it took, the butler would stand outside the gate waiting.

He sensed something was amiss, but the situation wasn't bad enough to make him flinch. He slowly walked to the door and tried knocking.

But the moment he raised his hand, the door opened with a click.

Adrien quickly dodged to the side and leaned his back against the wall to prevent attacks from within.

But apart from the door opening a small crack, there was no other movement.

Adrian drew his pistol. He remained leaning against the wall, but reached out and opened the door.

In the quiet night, Adrian had never found the sound of the door opening so harsh.

The door opened, but there was still no movement. Adrian flashed out from the wall and pointed his gun into the house.

There were no lights on in the house and it was quiet.

Adrian swallowed, held the gun in hand, and walked slowly into the house.

When designing this house, Adrian specifically instructed that a long corridor be separated by a wall between the living room on the first floor and the front door. On the one hand, it could protect privacy, so that anyone who pushed the door could only see the corridor and could not see what was going on in the living room; on the other hand, it could be shown off. After the corridor was repaired, Adrian specially laid expensive carpets on the floor, and asked the most famous artists to hand-paint the walls on both sides, and also hung various calligraphy and paintings.

But now he just felt that this corridor that he used to be proud of was so long and weird.

"Bang!" The door behind him slammed shut, and Adrian became even more panicked.

As he groped his way deeper into the house, Adrian saw a faint red light - it was the fire from the fireplace. Then he heard an even stranger sound, the same sound he made when he pressed a branding iron on the flesh of a prisoner during interrogation.

Something must have gone wrong at home. The best solution now would be to evacuate carefully before the other party notices him, but Adrian couldn't imagine what his family was going through now, so he couldn't retreat.

Under tremendous psychological pressure, Adrian finally walked to the end of the corridor with his gun raised. At the end of the corridor was the staircase leading to the second floor. After turning a corner, the corridor was the living room on the first floor. From here, Adrian could already aim at the area near the fireplace, but apart from the lit fireplace, there was nothing unusual here.

The burning and frying sound became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that there was a strange laugh mixed in it. To Adrian, it sounded like the devil's grin.

Finally, Adrian rushed out from behind the wall and pointed his gun at the place where the strange noise came from in the living room on the first floor.

Then he saw a scene that he would never have expected.

The lights were on in the living room, kitchen, and dining area on the first floor. A short man in an apron was...making pancakes? He'd clearly been working for a long time, as a plate of pancakes piled high. Meanwhile, a giant, mechanically modified figure was holding a thick book. He tore a page from it, wrapped the finished pancakes, and then placed them in a box.

The box is almost full.

The man making pancakes is Howard, and Adrian also knows the giant, it's Char.

And there were two people sitting at the mahogany dining table, one was Arabelle, and the other was...Lucy? !

But from Lucy's expression, she didn't seem scared. Instead, she was playing with Arabelle, who was feeding Lucy pancakes.

Adrien blinked, his mind spinning.

"Welcome back, Mr. Adrian. We've been waiting for you for a long time." Howard finished spreading the last pancake on his plate and washed his hands. He turned around and said, "Please rest assured, the lady and the housekeeper are in their respective rooms. Apart from being frightened, they are not injured. I apologize for this matter."

"Dad!" Seeing Adrien coming back, Lucy jumped off the chair and threw herself into his arms, saying, "Brother and sister are here to play with me again."

"Lucy..." Adrian felt relieved after knowing that his family was not harmed. He hugged Lucy and tears were about to fall.

Then Lucy took Adrien's hand and sat at the mahogany dining table and said, "Brother's cooking is delicious."

Adrien agreed absentmindedly, then suddenly became angry.

Because he saw Char using his own collection of books to pack pancakes!

Adrian was furious. Every one of his books was a treasure! Many were even originals signed by the authors! The ones he chose to display in his living room were truly treasures! And this rude man wasted such precious treasures by tearing out the pages to make pancakes?!

Angry, Adrian forgot that he was still at a disadvantage. He snatched the book from Char's hand, wanting to see what had become of his collection with a distressed look on his face.

He turned the book to its cover. On the slightly old blue-leather bound cover were written a few large gold-plated characters: The Codex Astartes.

Adrien blinked.

This book... He didn't remember that he collected this book on his own initiative. He vaguely remembered that several years ago, during an operation in the bottom nest, the army raided a black market and recovered all the stolen goods in the black market, including this book.

The person in charge of the inventory at that time was acquainted with Adrian. He knew that Adrian liked to collect books and cultural relics, so he gave the book to Adrian.

Adrian agreed without thinking, and it was only after several days that he realized how difficult it was.

In principle, it is a capital crime for mortals to possess things belonging to the Astartes... Although in most cases, not being able to do it in principle means being able to do it... But Adrian still doesn't know how to deal with this thing.

He had tried to read the book, but couldn't get through after reading just a small portion. This book lacked the artistry of a literary work, nor the rigor of a professional scientific work; it was simply an operational reference manual, completely worthless for the average person. He'd even heard that few within the Astartes Chapter took the book seriously...

But if I keep this book, I'm afraid of trouble and want to destroy it. After all, I heard that this is a rare piece of work written by the Regent, and I really feel reluctant to destroy it.

So this book was kept at the bottom of his bookcase, gathering dust, and no one knew how these guys found it.

After hesitating for a moment, Adrien stuffed the Holy Book back into Char's hands and said, "It's okay. This book is for you. Remember to take it away and dispose of it cleanly after you use it. Don't say you took it from me..."

"I know which books are valuable and which are useless." Xia replied to Adrien coldly, and then continued to pack the pancakes.