Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 553 Two Messages

three days later

in the morning

Margaret looked at Osarino's bedroom with a worried expression.

It's been three days.

Since Osarino received the things Agatha left him three days ago, he has locked himself in his room, refusing to see anyone or eat.

However, Osarino would drink some of the water and beverages that were brought in, which was why Margaret didn't have the door broken down directly. His willingness to drink water or beverages at least proved that he didn't want to die. So Margaret could only add milk or nutritional supplements to those drinks.

What a stubborn boy.

Margaret sighed inwardly. She knew about her family and Cecil's plans, but she had never really considered this child, who was four or five years younger than her, as a person.

This wasn't an insult, but rather, in her heart, Osarino was more like a small animal that needed her care, and one with a rather unpleasant temperament. Perhaps she would feel pity and affection for this small animal, but this was completely different from feelings for a person.

She didn't know how things would develop in the future; she only hoped that things wouldn't continue as they were.

Just then, a sailor stepped forward, saluted her, and then took out a letter:

“Miss Margaret, a letter from the Parasos family.”

Margaret took the letter and opened it only after confirming that no one was around.

Her expression changed slightly as she quickly scanned the contents of the letter.

It seems that the future will not develop as some people wish.

in the afternoon

Howard's residence.

Howard was still reading the book Freya had given him. It was actually the second time. No one had bothered him for the past few days, and he had discovered some new problems after reading it a second time.

It wasn't so much a problem as a feeling. Through some of the words between the lines, Howard vaguely sensed that the ideas in this book might not all belong to this bishop named Kaziri; someone had influenced her.

Howard wanted to keep watching, but every time this happened, someone would interrupt him.

“Mr. Howard, may I come in?” Cecil’s voice came from outside the door.

Howard hadn't seen Christina and her for almost a week since the celebration party, including the handover ceremony that was supposed to take place three days ago. If it wasn't that the two of them had both forgotten to inform him, then it could only mean that they were deliberately keeping their distance.

Therefore, Howard had a bad feeling about Cecil's sudden visit.

But he opened the door anyway.

"Hi! Mr. Howard! Hello!" Cecil greeted him with his usual beaming smile as he opened the door. "May I come in?"

What could Howard do but move aside?

“I heard you can cook a special dish!” Cecil turned to Howard as he entered the house. “I wonder if I’ll be lucky enough to taste it this time.”

Howard knew this was just a prelude to discussing the real issues, but he didn't refuse, replying, "Of course, please wait a moment."

As always, I prepared the ingredients, kneaded the dough, heated the oil, poured in the batter, and the pan sizzled.

Cecil looked at Howard, who was busy in the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Howard, may I ask you a question?"

Howard: "Excuse me."

Cecil: "If there were another you in this world, how would you face him?"

Howard's movements as he made the pancakes gradually slowed down, and eventually, he even put down the spatula.

“Generally speaking, when you ask this hypothetical question, it means there really is another me, right?” Howard looked at Cecil with a complicated expression: “The other me is on the Second Terra. This information was passed on to you by your mole. Am I right?”

Cecil was taken aback; he truly hadn't expected Howard to be able to deduce all this from just one sentence.

“Don’t be so surprised.” Seeing Cecil’s expression, Howard’s expression relaxed a bit. Then he continued making the pancakes and said, “Because this is all the clues I know. I can only deduce based on the information I have. Based on the information I know, the only one with the ability and motivation to create a clone of me is that Alien Dynasty. If it was a force I’ve never encountered before that created my clone, or if there isn’t another me at all, then never mind what I said… Ah, the pancakes are a bit burnt.”

A short while later, Howard presented Cecil with a jianbing guozi that was overcooked and burnt.

"Please enjoy your meal. Tell me what you have to say."

Cecil tentatively cut off a small piece of jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) and put it in his mouth. After chewing it carefully, he gave his evaluation:

"It's delicious, but not as delicious as I expected."

“That means you’re a healthy person,” Howard said. “From what I understand, the level of deliciousness of this stuff is fixed. If you don’t find it that delicious, it means your pleasure threshold is normal. The taste of drinking water is very different for someone who isn’t thirsty and someone who is about to die of thirst.”

“A very interesting ability.” Cecil ate another small piece. “But I can’t think of its value.”

Howard shrugged: "I'd rather it were worthless, to save myself all this trouble."

“But judging from your expression just now, I guessed right?” Howard leaned closer to Cecil again: “Then it’s my turn to be curious. As far as I know, the Second Terra isn’t exactly an open place. Your mole… is that lady named Ian Hora, right? How did she pass the information to you?”

What he didn't tell Cecil was that, according to Hevia, time flows much faster on the Second Terra than in the physical universe. So, if you calculate it, based on the normal lifespan of humans, the first batch of humans deployed there should be graves with grass growing two meters high by now.

However, this problem is easy to explain. After all, there are pure humans in the material universe who have lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Perhaps a planet under the control of an alien could develop life-extending technology through technological explosion?

“I don’t know either.” Cecil shook his head. “I lost contact with her after the people on the Mackerel were sent to various laboratories, but just this afternoon, a short message came through my communication device. We had an agreement that when we had to use public communication devices, we would use a special code. That message was edited using that code. She told me that there is a clone of you on the Second Terra.”

Howard recalled Ian Hora's appearance. He had only met this Cecil mole once, and in his memory, the girl always seemed to be half asleep. He never expected that she would be able to break through the dimensional and alien surveillance and send out such a message during the time when she should have died of old age.

Howard: "Is it possible that a third party used her name to send you this message... because I really can't think of how she could send you this message."

Cecil: "That's a possibility, but if it's true, then it's even worse."

Howard: "Why?"

“Because all our communications, including the creation of the code, are highly confidential. To develop this code, we first invented a simple language that only we understand to communicate, and then generated the code based on that language. The entire process was carried out in an environment free of electromagnetic waves,” Cecil said. “If this code can still be cracked or leaked under such a level of secrecy, I might as well surrender. Anyway, nothing escapes the other side’s eyes. Therefore, I can only assume that this message was sent by Ian Hora, and I will decide on my next move based on this premise.”

Howard nodded. Cecil's analogy was that if this information came from a third party, it would be even scarier than if their own fountain started attacking them, so they might as well just accept it.

However, even as he was thinking this way, Howard's eyebrows furrowed little by little.

He felt that something was wrong.

Although everything that is happening now is already very wrong, the wrongness shown by this message is another kind of wrongness.

……

“So, back to the first question.” Cecil put down his knife and fork, interrupting Howard’s thoughts: “How do you confront your other self?”

Howard leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling for a long time, and then replied:

"I hope he is happy and that we two never see each other again."