Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 382 Sisyphus

Taylor took Howard into the crowd of people celebrating. Wherever he went, the laughter and conversation would immediately quiet down, and the crowd would automatically make way for him.

In front of this extremely powerful nobleman, these hyena-like greedy nobles were as frightened as if they had encountered a lion.

Only when Taylor had passed them and could no longer turn his gaze suddenly towards them did they dare to look at him for a moment.

Only after Taylor walked a little further away did they dare to start talking in a low voice, talking about the abnormal behavior of Chief Gunther and the mysterious young man beside him who seemed to have a close relationship with him.

As always, Taylor ignored those who feared him. He took Howard straight to a piano.

The piano player who was originally invited to play the piano for the banquet had given up his seat and was replaced by a girl of about sixteen or seventeen. She was wearing a platinum backless dress, with her back and arms almost completely naked, with only a silk ribbon hanging around her neck to hold the fabric in front.

Ordinary people simply cannot pull off this kind of color and clothing, because against the backdrop of platinum, the skin color will appear darker, and if the body is not strong, the front will hang like a plastic bag. Howard could remember that the last person who could pull off this color and this style of clothing was Freya.

But the girl in front of him could also pull off this picky outfit. There was no trace of mechanical modification on her body. Her figure was exquisitely proportioned. From the back, her waist and hips looked like an inverted heart. Her skin was delicate and white like the finest porcelain. Surrounded by a group of people who were dressed to compete with each other for attention, she seemed like a white deer that had strayed into the secular world.

Her slender fingers danced across the ivory keys, and the music flowed out naturally like a spring. The men and women around her were mesmerized... or pretended to be mesmerized.

Matters between men and women were the easiest to guess. Howard only took a quick glance and roughly guessed which young men, men, old men... or women had a crush on this dazzling girl.

This girl was not as pure and innocent as she appeared. Although she was also playing with her eyes closed and seemed to be immersed in the music, Howard saw that her eyes were only slightly narrowed. While playing, she was also observing the expressions and states of all the listeners.

She enjoyed the gazes and admiration of others, whether pure or full of desire, and she enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention. She presented a holy appearance, yet was extremely charming. When she played, she sometimes swayed her body greatly, and the fabric covering her chest also swayed, outlining the soft and attractive curves of her chest.

After going through so much, Howard should have made some progress. He could see through these little tricks at a glance. Unknowingly, his level had become higher than many people present.

But as a bystander, Howard only felt that all of this was separated from him by a thick barrier. He was not touched at all and did not care at all.

When the last syllable fell, the girl stood up and accepted the audience's praise. She opened her arms, showing off her proud body, and the audience threw flower petals to her, laying a flower carpet around her.

Then, the girl saw Taylor, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She walked to Taylor warmly and eagerly, took his hand and said:

"Father!"

"Isabella Gunther, my proudest daughter, my darling, my little princess." Taylor introduced Howard, and then he turned to introduce Howard to Isabella:

"This is...um..."

But he paused when it came to Howard's introduction, for he had hitherto not known the name of the young man who had delivered Ms. Irene's message.

"Howard." Howard said his name briefly.

"Is that all?" Taylor asked.

"What else is needed?" Howard asked.

"Are we unworthy of knowing your last name?"

Howard: "..."

Oh no, I have to name the character again.

After coming into this world, "Howard" was a name he picked casually, which was not so special but not so common. As for the last name, he had never thought about it, and no one had ever asked him.

But judging by the current situation, it seems that he has to find a surname for himself on the spot.

For some reason, his mind suddenly recalled the thoughts he had had while meditating by the lake about the tug-of-war of hatred between the Empire and Chaos.

"Sisyphus," Howard said. "That's my last name."

"Mr. Sisyphus!" Isabella extended her hand generously to Howard: "It's an honor to meet you!"

Howard: "Nice to meet you, but I'm more used to you calling me Howard."

Amidst the jealous and even angry gazes of the crowd, Howard also held the girl's hand, gently shook it twice, and then pulled it out of the girl's hand.

"As you wish, Mr. Howard."

"Isabella, play another song for Mr. Howard. The song you played just now was like soft moonlight. Try a different style this time."

"Yes, father." Isabella agreed, then sat back down in front of the piano. She placed three fingers on each of her left and right hands on the keys and stepped one foot on the pedal below.

Isabella played a sad song next, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. People around her were moved and even shed tears when they heard it.

Only Howard's toes were scraping the floor through the soles of his shoes. He admitted that the girl's playing was indeed not bad, even very nice, but unless her piano playing was supplemented with psychic power, Howard would never believe that she could make the group of nobles around her who were exploiting her to tears with her piano music.

At the end of the song, Isabella stood up. This time, she did not open her arms proudly, but bowed gracefully to the audience around her.

It was a long time before the people, pretending to have recovered from their grief, responded with applause to Isabella's performance.

"Isabella is very talented in music and dancing. I would be very happy and honored if she could serve Ms. Irene."

"Ms. Irene?!" Unexpectedly, after hearing this name, Isabella's face wiped away the sadness. She jumped in front of Howard, looking at this ordinary human being in front of her with curiosity and vigilance.

"Father! You said she belongs to Ms. Irene?"

Isabella asked her father anxiously, but Taylor just nodded slightly.

"Wow!!!" Unexpectedly, Isabella suddenly became excited after Taylor confirmed it. She grabbed Taylor's sleeve and acted like a little girl who was loved by her father.

"Dad! Can I ask him to dance? Can I? Can I?"

"Don't mess around." Taylor frowned slightly and scolded, but then his attitude softened a little: "I still have to take Mr. Howard to meet your other brothers and sisters, but... after Mr. Howard meets everyone, if he is willing to go dancing with you, then I have no reason to stop him."

"Ahem!" After hearing her father's words, Isabella regained some of her composure, and then she stretched out her hand to Howard: "Mr. Howard, when you are done, may I ask you to invite me to dance?"

Howard ignored her invitation and even looked away.

After being ignored by Howard, the girl pouted and looked angry, then turned her face away, but her eyes couldn't help but look over here.

Howard did not pursue his daughter's little willfulness and mischief, and Taylor naturally pretended not to see it. At this time, a waiter happened to pass by with drinks. Taylor asked the waiter to stop, then took two glasses of drinks, one for Howard and one for himself.

Then Taylor placed the hand with the square pigeon blood stone ring on the rim of another glass of wine, brushed the wall of the glass, picked up the stem, and handed it to Isabella.

Isabella didn't dare to answer at first:

"Father...Father, you said you didn't allow me to drink..."

"Today is a special day, and you're almost an adult, aren't you?" Taylor smiled. "Just think of it as a drink for Mr. Howard."

So Isabella hesitantly took the drink from her father.

"Cheers to Mr. Howard and Miss Irene." Taylor raised his glass first, then drank up the small amount of liquid in the glass.

Isabella just took a small sip.

Howard was more perfunctory. He just let the wine soak his lips, and a hint of fruit and spice seeped in through the gaps.