Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 128 Prophecy

"Messiah, before you go to the battlefield, please allow me to serve you." At this time, Mavis walked to Howard and whispered, while pulling his hand and placing it on her plump chest.

Mavis was tall, a bit taller than Arabelle, and looked to be around thirty. She had soft eyes and pale skin. She'd used charcoal and sandstone to create a black eyeshadow under her eyes. This was common in the desert, where the light was harsh. Using charcoal to apply a little black around the eye sockets effectively absorbed the light and protected the eyes. The gradient black eyeshadow made her skin appear even paler.

But this was the middle layer of the hive city, where the sun never shined, so Howard wasn't sure if this was a habit Mavis brought from somewhere else or a ritual with some special meaning.

Her attire was also unique. While others were marching in light attire or heavily armored, she wore a black, Gothic-style dress and high-heeled boots, as if she were attending a grand ball. Her dress was also adorned with strange decorations: bones strung together on fine linen ropes. At first glance, one could see toad hind legs, lizard skulls, and even human finger bones. As she moved, these bones rubbed against each other, making a clanging sound.

The first time Howard saw her, he wondered which witch had escaped from the castle?

"Go away." Howard expressionlessly rejected Mavis's request for service and pulled his hand back. After all the ups and downs of this period, this kind of drizzle was no longer worth his fuss.

During this period of time, Howard gradually came to his senses. He was teased all the way, and maybe it wasn't the people who teased him who had problems, but himself.

Harsh environments are more likely to breed a strong and sturdy people. Throughout human history, those strong and sturdy peoples seemed to be quite open to such things, as reproduction was the most important way for their ethnic groups to thrive. Many nomadic and maritime peoples had fertility-related worship, which only gradually weakened with the development of modern science and humanities.

The Warhammer world is supposedly the most brutal, so the people are naturally incredibly tough. In a world where you could die at any moment, there's no time or energy for romantic tug-of-war. Most people here are straightforward and uninhibited, never beating around the bush.

So maybe Howard is the one with the problem after all. Perhaps in the minds of most people here, having sex isn't a big deal, it won't cost you anything, and having a child would be a new force in the empire, which wouldn't be a bad thing. It's actually weird that Howard blushed when they invited him.

For example, now, facing Mavis's open flirting with men, although Char and his group seemed a little dissatisfied, no one stepped forward to stop her, which was enough to show that this behavior was not particularly out of line in the eyes of most people.

Except for Arabelle, who had already begun to feel for the knife.

"This planet is collapsing. Whether it will be destroyed or survive depends on you... Mr. Howard, you are the savior, you are the Messiah." Mavis continued to breathe into Howard. "Just think about it. When everything is over, the Messiah will be intimate with his beloved woman and embark on the road to salvation. This will be sung by poets in poetry."

Howard didn't know how this man mistook him for the savior Messiah. He felt that it was not a problem with the Jianbing Guozi, because as one of the leaders of Yotun, Mavis must have known the effects of Jianbing Guozi and must have eaten it.

If it was because of the Jianbing Guozi, given Mavis's level of madness, she wouldn't be pestering me now.

In fact, this morning's combat meeting was the first time Howard met Mavis. Before that, when they were negotiating with the leaders of various parties about the pancake at the central tower of Yotun, Mavis said that she was attending a banquet in the upper nest, and it was her representative who attended the negotiations at the central tower.

Then this morning, when the two of them met this woman, they started to go crazy, muttering that Howard was the savior and the Messiah and wanted to sleep with him.

"Don't be so self-indulgent. I'm not interested in you." Howard decisively denied Mavis's words in clear and even somewhat impolite terms, and at the same time took a few steps to the side to get away from this crazy woman. "Besides, there are so many people here. Can you please let me go?"

"From now on, you will be the center of attention. Your every word and action will be recorded and sung, including this matter. You have to learn to get used to it and adapt to it..." Mavis wanted to continue speaking, but Alibel stood in front of Howard.

"He said he's not interested in you. Are you deaf? If you are, I can help dig out your useless ears."

But Mavis didn't take Arabelle's threat seriously. Instead, she suddenly moved closer to Arabelle and sniffed her neck.

"...What are you doing?" Arabelle was also confused by this woman. She shivered slightly and took two steps back.

"You are neither his blood relative nor his lover, so what gives you the right to stop me?" Mavis asked back, while throwing out life-threatening questions like "What is your relationship with him?"

"I owe him my life, so I'll take responsibility for helping him solve his problems." Unexpectedly, Arabelle answered with such ease, "I say again, get out, or you'd better pray that your men chop off my head before I do."

"What gives you the illusion that you can defeat me?" Mavis smiled. Arabelle flicked out the sharp blade of her folding knife, and Mavis also showed her own weapon - an exquisite scimitar. This scimitar was not a power weapon. The blade had a wave-like color difference due to the different heat during forging. The handle of the scimitar was made of the teeth of some animal, carved with intricate patterns.

At this moment, Char received a message, and he stood up and said, "Attention! Ivan has engaged the enemy."

Upon hearing this news, the atmosphere instantly became tense. Ivan's purpose of attracting firepower was to create conditions for the people here to break out at close range. Now that Ivan has confronted the enemy, it means that the action here will be quick.

Sure enough, not long after, a rumbling sound was heard in the distance. The enemies around the central tower became active like sharks smelling blood. They rushed to the place where the sound came from, and the sound of their paws and hooves hitting the ground was like a herd of wildebeests migrating.

"I shouldn't take your life." Mavis retracted the scimitar and slowly retreated.

"Wait a minute!" Howard suddenly understood. "You're a prophet? What did you see?"

"Messiah, not making a choice is also a choice. You will understand everything at the end, but your path of self-exile is not over yet."

Howard was speechless. He didn't understand why most of these guys with a bit of a charlatan attribute were riddlers who couldn't speak properly.