Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 521 Invitation

From Hai Wei'an's perspective, the human in front of him suddenly froze while speaking. His facial expression remained basically unchanged, he didn't blink, his mouth was slightly open, his pupils dilated, and his eyes became empty.

This is a manifestation of human "distraction".

So she could only cough softly to remind him.

"Sorry." Howard came to his senses and lowered his head, looking at the pudding: "I was thinking about something else."

Hai Wei'an didn't ask Howard why he was distracted. She put down her knife and fork and asked, "It's over now. Is there anything else you want to do next?"

No, it's not over yet.

Howard thought to himself.

Joshua and Freya probably asked him to come here not just to save these people's lives. He may have only finished an additional question so far, and he has no idea what the main question is.

Seeing that Howard didn't answer, Hai Wei'an continued, "When the situation is more stable, I would like to invite you to visit my dynasty."

"Is it just as simple as being a guest?" Howard raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, we're more than just guests. We'll study you, without harming you." Hai Wei'an said, "Your abilities are very special. They may contain clues or keys to unlocking the shackles of our race. So, I suggest you accept my invitation."

"If I refuse, will you try to take me away by force like last time?" Howard asked.

"Yes," Hai Wei'an said, "Please forgive me, because this concerns not only me as an individual, but our entire future. I know it's wrong to do this, but for the sake of my race, I have no choice but to do this. I know you won't accept it, but you understand."

Howard: "Yeah, I understand."

I have to say that Howard really enjoys talking to the Necrons. They really don't beat around the bush when expressing their ideas, which is much better than some people who speak like riddles.

Hai Wei'an: "So I'm extending this invitation now to avoid this unpleasant situation and to try to achieve a mutually satisfactory outcome. You previously proposed that I transfer technology to humans, and I've considered your proposal."

Howard: "So what do you decide to do?"

"During your visit to my dynasty, I will show you some of our technologies. You can choose some, and we will give them to humanity." Hevian said, "But after you obtain these technologies, whether you humans will hide them, use them to fight Chaos, or kill each other is none of our business."

This was a very sincere condition. Howard knew that except for the Pope in front of him, no other Necron dynasty would be persuaded by Howard's words and agree to donate technology.

"That's very generous," Howard praised. "But aren't you worried that I'll steal all your technology?"

"I don't want to dampen your confidence, Mr. Howard," Hevian said with a smile. "But without the assistance of my senior technicians, not only you, but even the great mechanical sage Belisarius himself would be unable to comprehend the underlying principles."

Howard: "Okay, I accept."

"Dong dong dong."

Just then, there was a knock on the door at the perfect moment.

"It seems that you have other guests. I don't think you want them to know my existence. Please allow me to take my leave." Hai Wei'an said, then she stood up and greeted Howard, then stepped back and opened the portal.

Howard certainly wouldn't stop it, but half a second later, a green portal gap opened up in the space where Hai Vian had just disappeared, and a traction beam shot out from it, shining on the pancake that Hai Vian had only eaten a small part of, and then was taken into the portal along with the plate, knife and fork.

Hai Wei'an probably did this not because she was greedy, but most likely to help Howard clean up the traces of her presence. Otherwise, if others came in and saw that Howard was the only one in the room but there were two sets of food and two sets of tableware, they would inevitably become suspicious... Of course, the possibility of the first situation cannot be ruled out.

After Hai Wei'an left, Howard walked to the door. The only person who came back to see him at this time could be Christina.

But after opening the door, Howard found that the person outside the door was not the shy little girl, but a tall man with shoulder-length golden hair, a handsome face with capable edges, and the clothes on his body were subtle yet gorgeous, giving him the image of a suave young man.

At this moment, the young man looked at Howard with an enthusiastic smile and said, "Ah, Mr. Howard... Oh, I didn't have time to ask, is this your last name? Can I call you that?"

"Just call me Howard."

Howard said that although he also gave himself the surname "Sisyphus", he only used it once.

Then Howard also recognized this man: "Mr. Cecil, I didn't expect to see you so soon."

"It's my honor that you still remember me." Cecil immediately looked flattered.

Howard stepped aside slightly and said, "Would you please come in and talk?"

"No! No thanks. Thank you for your kindness. Although I really want to chat with you for a few more words, I still have things to do, so I won't say much." Cecil rejected Howard's proposal and took out a gold-stamped envelope.

"There's a banquet being held for me the night after tomorrow. It's scheduled to last until the next morning, and many people around Vincent Gard will be in attendance. I hope you can join us. We can discuss anything then."

Howard noticed that the hand Cecil used to deliver the letter was a mechanical hand. Without waiting for Howard to respond, Cecil bowed gracefully and then disappeared. It seemed that the matter at hand was really important.

Howard closed the door and opened the letter.

Inside the envelope was a pale white card with a pattern on it, with the following words written on it in beautiful italic handwriting:

Mr. Howard

You are cordially invited to attend the dinner held to celebrate Cecil Helvey's victory in the Battle of Julan.

Time: 7:00 PM, November 42, Tessarel

Location: Vincent Gard Amber Palace Top Floor Ballroom

Dress code: formal or casual

Howard flipped over the invitation and found a small note stuck to the back. The notes on the note were a little more unruly than the invitation itself:

Mr. Howard, please don't worry about not being able to find the location. Someone will pick you up and prepare everything you need. Please be sure to attend.

Cecil Helvetica

Howard threw the invitation on the table. The last time he attended the banquet was to collect debts for Freya, but the result was very bad. Who knows what will happen at this banquet?

Now that the additional questions are done, it’s time to move on to the big questions.