Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 418: Drink from the Golden Cup

Warp, Flockfang

On a cool afternoon, although the sun was shining brightly, it still couldn't dispel the subtle chill in the air.

If this planet had seasons, it might be snowing soon.

Howard sat on the recliner beside the bed in his bedroom, reading a volume of the Imperial Church's scriptures.

This is one of Freya's books. It is said to be an original text written by an archbishop himself, and the cover of the book is the skin of the archbishop. According to Freya, during the hundreds of years when she first collected it, the leather cover of the book continued to grow hair until recently.

Being a demon, yet possessing the grand ceremony of the Empire's state religion, how blasphemous and ironic this is.

He did not agree with a single word of the doctrine preached above, and he knew that the big guy sitting on the toilet probably held the same idea as him, but he also had to admit and understand that in the current universe, this doctrine had its reason for existence.

Howard has been reading this book since he came back from the Titanium planet. It has been almost half a month and Howard's scalp is tingling from reading it.

In the past, he had read some untranslated religious texts to show off, but none of them were as boring as the one he was holding now. He always fell asleep while reading, which made his reading progress extremely slow.

The moment he lost his concentration, sleepiness set in, and Howard had no choice but to put the book down. It wasn't that he didn't like studying, but he knew if he continued reading, he'd fall asleep. And if he didn't get his posture right, a ten-pound brick would hit him in the face, which wouldn't be pleasant.

As soon as he put the book down, Howard heard the sound of bird wings flapping. He looked towards the windowsill and saw a snow-white bird perched on it with a letter in its beak.

Howard tentatively reached out his hand to the bird, and when he saw that it did not retreat or fly away because of his action, Howard was sure that the letter was for him, so Howard took the letter from the bird's beak, peeled off the red sealing wax, and found a card inside.

"Please come to the garden. I have prepared a gift for you... Remember to dress formally."

This is Freya's handwriting.

Half an hour later, Howard arrived at the garden as promised.

In the central pavilion of the garden, Freya was enjoying afternoon tea. This demon seemed to like this kind of pastime that mortals used to pass the time very much. Every time, her afternoon tea snacks were extravagant, and she always only ate a little and gave the rest to the servants.

But this time, Freya's afternoon tea was different from usual.

Because in addition to Freya and the servants, there was another person attending this afternoon tea.

Freya's guest was a teenager, probably between fourteen and sixteen years old. He had soft short white hair and a delicate facial features, but his eyes were gray and his lips were thin and sharp, revealing a coldness that did not match his age.

His attire is also worth mentioning. The boy's clothes are mainly divided into two layers. The outer layer is a gray linen hood, and the inner layer is a white robe. He dresses like a mysterious hermit or a missionary monk.

His cane was leaning against the side of his seat. The boy's cane was just an ordinary wooden stick with a white cloth wrapped around the middle where it was often held, and a red ribbon tied at the top.

If you hold the cane high when the wind blows, the red cloth at the end of the cane will flutter like a flag.

However, the length of this cane does not seem to match the boy's height. The boy may have to grow for a few more years before his height matches this cane, provided that his growth rate is the same as that of a normal human.

The boy sat in the first seat on Freya's right, concentrating on using a spoon to deal with the truffle cake in front of him, while Freya sat in the main seat, holding a cup of tea but rarely drinking it. She was more active in talking to the mysterious boy, and even when the boy occasionally talked to her, he rarely looked at Freya.

Howard was shocked because he could clearly feel from Freya her...respect for this young man?

With her identity and status, even if other evil gods besides Slaanesh came, she might not show much respect... Even if she can't beat them, Freya, as one of the senior leaders of Slaanesh Corporation, has no reason and no position to show excessive respect to the big bosses of other companies.

Apart from himself, the last person qualified to participate in the tea party was Drago, the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, and that was because Freya wanted to recruit Drago for her own use and adopted a conciliatory strategy.

So who exactly is this young man? The one who commands Freya's respect is clearly not Slaanesh... could this guy be the Primarch?!

Howard walked into the central pavilion with a look of surprise and doubt. The hostess put down her teacup upon seeing Howard's arrival and stood up to introduce the two parties.

"Mr. Howard," Freya first introduced the boy, "my distinguished guest, our most important and special treasure."

Then she began to introduce the teenager to Howard:

"Who is this……"

But the boy interrupted Freya:

"A nobody, a man long forgotten." The young man put the silver spoon back on the plate and stood up. He extended his hand to Howard and said, "You can call me Joshua. I know your story. It's an honor to meet you."

"Only when the whole world remembers you can have the right to be forgotten." Even though he couldn't confirm the other person's identity, Howard still reached out and shook the boy's hand: "I'm honored too."

The moment he held the boy's hand, Howard chuckled in his heart, he was laughing at himself.

Although the young man modestly called himself a nobody, Howard knew that he was very likely a very important person. Now he could actually pretend to be so decent and greet such a person. You know, he used to feel a little nervous even when being reprimanded by his leader. If he were to come here at that time, it is not impossible that he would stutter.

And after arriving in this world, constantly being pushed along, he suddenly stopped one day and looked back at his starting point, only to realize how much he had been through, and how he could barely be considered someone who had seen the ups and downs of life? In the face of things that once frightened him, he could remain calm?

You, you, you pretend to be a decent human being.

After greeting each other, Howard sat down opposite Freya, while Joshua returned to his original seat and continued to work on the cake he hadn't conquered.

Freya also returned to her seat and continued chatting with the boy about the unfinished topic. They were not talking about any grand topic, but about poetry, music and red wine, these very daily things without any murderous intent. Freya was mainly talking, and the boy occasionally agreed or commented, and Freya did not feel unhappy about it at all, as if the two of them were soulmates who had not seen each other for a long time.

Finally, the boy finished his cake. He put down his knife and fork, nodded to Freya in thanks, looked at Howard, and said:

"Mr. Howard, I'm here to ask for your help."