Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 483 Black Sheep

"So under this premise, what will you do with us?" Constance suddenly changed the subject and asked.

Howard wanted to correct the question and said "they" instead of "you", but then realized that this was meaningless. So he thought for a moment and replied:

"You may be transferred to another planet soon to perform some special work," said Howard.

This was nonsense, so after a few seconds he added, "The environment on that planet shouldn't be too bad. You'll be able to adapt to it."

Constance still stared at Howard's face, and Howard responded to her gaze expressionlessly.

What else could he say? He couldn't say a group of cold, mechanical aliens had taken a fancy to you, intending to study you in order to save their long-lost souls.

However, he knew nothing about the specific research methods of the Necrons. Although according to his observations in recent days, the Necrons led by Hevian might not be so "rude", it was just a guess.

But he couldn't change anything. If he had to save these people's lives, he could of course shamelessly ask Freya to come out, and then place these rescued people in Flockfanger or that Titanium planet, but what then?

Haiweian will not suspend the experiment because of this setback. For Lia Weide, it is nothing more than repeating the process that has been repeated countless times. So, based on this premise, do we still have to find a way to destroy the forces to which Haiweian and Lia Weide belong?

Then continue to expand on this: similar things happen from time to time throughout the empire and even the entire galaxy, so what?

Howard couldn't tell Constance the truth either. He had seen Constance's organizational ability. Just a few days after arriving, she had already faced off against a hostile force that arrived earlier and had more people. If he really told her the truth, she might be able to directly form a team to riot in the next few days.

But the question remains, after the riots, what happens next?

Even if he stood on Constance's side, it would only mean repeating the above process with one more step, and the fate of these people would not necessarily be better than being captured by the Necrons for research.

It suddenly occurred to him that Constance had been right in using the word "you."

While Howard was silent, Constance's expectant eyes dimmed little by little, and her cheeks were slightly sunken, which was because she was clenching her teeth tightly.

Finally, her eyelids drooped slightly, then lifted again, and this time she looked away on her own initiative.

Constance retreated quietly, then turned and left without saying goodbye, as if she was afraid of waking up Howard who was enjoying the silence.

But after a few steps she turned back, her eyes filled with anger and sadness:

"Lord Howard, you don't have to do this for us. There's really no need."

After Constance left, Howard put his hand to his forehead, took two steps back, and leaned against the wall.

The walls of the computer room were shaking and extremely hot, but Howard seemed to feel nothing.

Christina looked at Howard in confusion, then looked in the direction where Constance left. She didn't understand what was going on. In her understanding, this should be a happy moment for everyone.

"Because I haven't actually changed anything..." Howard explained to Christina, "Our efforts during this period have only brought everything back to square one. The fate they faced when they boarded the spacecraft remains the same."

"But even so, Miss Constance shouldn't treat you like this." Christina was even more puzzled. "At least you're the one who cares the most about them. After they got into trouble, Mother...Mother wanted to get rid of them all. If even someone like you isn't worthy of her kindness, who else is?"

"That's your perspective, yours and mine," Howard said. "In fact, Constance and I are not on equal footing. Perhaps in her eyes, everything I did was like a flock owner picking out sick sheep. The flock owner can love his lambs, but it's not equal. After picking out the sick sheep, the shepherd will still sell them. Some lambs will become tamed because of the shepherd's caress, but some will never be. I can understand her anger... I really want to refute her, but I can't find any reason... Christina, if you face this situation in the future, don't follow my example. Think ahead about how you're going to respond, and then give your prepared answer as usual."

Christina nodded, not quite understanding. She might need more experience to comprehend what Howard said.

"Christina, could you please get me another glass of celery juice?"

After Howard finished his last words, Constance, who was hiding in the corner not far away, looked gloomy and left before Christina passed her hiding place.

At first, the emotions she showed after guessing her own ending were real, but she soon calmed down and hid here. Her purpose was to see what Howard and Christina would say after she left, and whether she could eavesdrop on some information to decide what to do next. She was completely pragmatic and not worried about misunderstanding Howard.

The difference between a shepherd and his sheep is determined by their social status, not their thoughts. This is something that neither the sheep nor the shepherd can change.

But what she heard was not only of no practical use, but also made her feel even more upset.

This fucking world.

Late at night, Howard returned to the door of his house. Although Christina repeatedly requested to protect Howard's safety, Howard still refused in a tough tone.

In his hand, he still held a glass of celery juice that was only one-third empty and not cold at all... He tried very hard but still couldn't finish it. For some reason, as soon as he put it in his mouth, he shivered and felt cold all over, but Howard still decided to try his best to finish it before going to bed.

But when he inserted the key into the lock, turned it to unlock it, and put his hand on the door handle, Howard felt a vibration in his pocket.

That was an alarm from Om Messiah.

But Howard did not react too much, and even opened the door without any hesitation, as if what he was about to face and the warning from Om Messiah were all within his expectations.

"Click."

As he walked into the room, the door automatically closed behind Howard, and then the gap in the door began to merge with the wall until the entire door disappeared completely, leaving no trace.

The appearance inside the house was completely different. All the furniture and decorations had disappeared, and the space of the house itself was replaced by an infinitely expanding cold green grid space. It seemed that what Howard had just entered was not his own house, but the entrance to some cyberspace.

And not far in front of him, Howard saw the person he wanted to see and who also wanted to see him... Oh no... It was the Necron.

Hevian, the Emperor of the Necron Lorosa Dynasty.