Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 381 Strategy

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After hearing Freya's request, Howard hesitated and refused:

"I don't want to be involved in this anymore."

"Because of your decision, the life and death of many people may be changed." Freya said.

"I don't have that much power. You are the ones who can decide the life and death of these people." Howard saw this very clearly: "Don't blame me for their life and death."

"But you will affect us." Freya handed the locket to Howard. "Do me a small favor, and at the same time... give them a chance. Only you can give them this chance, okay? Trust me, I won't let you carry any more burdens this time."

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After handing the locket to the patriarch of the Gunther family, Howard also conveyed Freya's greetings as requested.

Just...Ms. Irene?

This demon has so many names, Freya, Gulveig, and Irene. So far, he already knows three of them, and the names she has actually used must be far more than that.

As for how he recognized the patriarch of the Gunther family... Howard saw this middle-aged man standing alone from a distance, looking down on everyone and examining everything. There were two big guys without armor standing beside him, so Howard guessed it was almost right.

After saying this, Taylor paused for a moment while leisurely shaking his wine glass, but only for a moment.

"Ms. Irene?" Taylor asked with a polite yet deliberately distant smile, "Excuse me, which Ms. Irene is this?"

Howard didn't want to get involved with him any more. According to Freya, he would hand the locket to the Gunther family and then leave. When he found a deserted place, Freya would take him back.

Moreover, he could see that the person in front of him was probably pretending to be ignorant while knowing the truth.

So Howard did not answer Chief Gunther's question. He greeted the malicious man briefly and turned away.

But then he heard Taylor say behind him, "If this is Ms. Irene, you are our honored guest."

Howard still ignored him. His mission had been completed and now he just wanted to run away.

But he was stopped by servants before he had gone far. Two servants with white towels on their arms stretched out their hands to block Howard's way. They were humble and polite but forceful in forcing Howard to retreat again and again until he finally returned to Taylor.

At this time, Taylor reached out and pressed Howard's shoulders. The man was surprisingly strong and almost pressed Howard's shoulders down.

"Don't be so anxious to leave, my distinguished guest." Taylor deliberately squeezed Howard's shoulder hard, controlling the strength to a level that would cause pain but not leave any scars. Then he asked:

"How is Ms. Irene these days?"

Howard: "That's beyond my scope of answer."

"Did Ms. Irene explicitly tell you not to answer this question?"

"Are you familiar with Ms. Irene?" Howard asked back. In fact, he was a little curious about this. If he determined that Ms. Irene was Freya, then the man he was facing at this moment was probably the first human being he had seen who had some relationship with Freya in the real universe besides him.

"Of course I'm familiar with him." Taylor released his grip on Howard's shoulder and patted him on the back. He glanced at the Space Marine who was still staring blankly at the wall beside him before answering, "Ms. Irene has always been the Gunther family's most important friend, bar none."

"During the days of welcoming Ms. Irene's arrival, please stay with us and accept our hospitality."

Howard had guessed that this would be the outcome, but since he had chosen to help Freya with this task, this development was certainly within his expectations. If the family was willing to let him go, that would be the best. If they were not willing to let him go, then he would just have to see what tricks they were playing.

Without giving Howard a chance to explain, Taylor pushed Howard's back and led him into the crowd attending the banquet.

"Can you tell me now? How is Ms. Irene doing recently?" Taylor asked.

"Elton Gunther, do you know this man?" Howard asked.

Taylor nodded and said, "In terms of seniority, he is my older brother. I envy him because he is the lucky one chosen by Ms. Irene. Unfortunately, I was very young when he was taken away by Ms. Irene, so I can't remember his face and I am not qualified to be chosen by Ms. Irene."

Howard: "He died not long ago."

"Ah! This is only natural." Taylor was unexpectedly indifferent to the news of his brother's death. "That's why Ms. Irene sent you here. I'm honored. This is Ms. Irene's recognition of our service."

Howard looked back at the two Space Marines who were already very far away from them. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with Taylor's words. Even if ordinary people heard it, there would be no problem. But if these big guys heard it, it might not be a problem.

These modified humans have the "Leman's Ear" implanted in their ears, which greatly enhances their hearing. Although they are more than a hundred meters away and Chief Gunther's voice is not too loud, there is no guarantee that he will not be heard by these brothers.

"Don't worry, they've blocked their hearing," Taylor said, noticing the young man's worry.

When he invited the Space Marines to the banquet, he hoped that these superhuman warriors would be quiet and just be ornaments, not say a word, not listen to anything, and not interact with anyone. Of course, these requirements could not be written on the invitation sent to the regiment, but Taylor naturally had a way.

He knew the body structure of these deeply modified monsters, and knew that they had extraordinary hearing and the ability to close their own senses.

So he had already arranged some people to gossip about these Space Marines from a distance, including talking about their physique, discussing their muscles, mocking their ascetic and inflexible style, and some even more vulgar words that could not be shown in public.

These words are just on a very delicate line, which can cause displeasure to these freaks, but if they are really taken too far, they will not be punished. If a Space Marine gets angry because a group of ladies privately discuss whether he is masculine enough, he will probably become a laughing stock of the entire regiment if the news gets out.

After some further tests, Taylor was basically certain that these Space Marines had blocked their hearing and entered a state similar to meditation.

"Ms. Irene, do you have anything else to tell you? Is there anything else she wants to tell you?" Taylor asked again.

Howard shook his head.

Taylor nodded slightly, then said:

"Then please allow me to introduce you to the new generation of descendants of the Gunther family. I hope that among them there will be a lucky one who will be chosen by Ms. Irene."