Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 524 Accident

After Osarino drank his wine, Cecil held the glass and gently swirled the liquid.

"Oh! Let me tell you a joke!" Cecil suddenly turned to the crowd and said, "One day, a high-ranking official of the empire cursed 'damned blue heretic'. This sentence was heard by the assassin on the rafters, and then..."

"Sir Cecil," Osarino said, emphasizing his voice, "I offer you a toast to express my gratitude. If you accept my thanks, you should respond in kind."

"Leon!" Maglin reminded in a low voice, or perhaps scolded in a low voice.

Cecil raised his hand slightly to signal Margarine to be quiet, then looked at Osarino and said, "Of course, this is as it should be. You toasted me with a glass of wine, and I should respond, but is this what you want?"

Osarino made no answer.

So Cecil raised his glass to his lips.

Osarino's heart was pounding, and the short time that Cecil had been drinking seemed to him a century. Past experiences kept flashing through his mind, and he remembered the faces of his father, his mother, and Agatha, and the time he had lived with them.

The glass touched Cecil's lips, but Cecil's eyes were still fixed on Osarino through the distorted glass.

Osarino's hand, hidden in his sleeve, had already grasped the hilt of the knife, but something else occurred to him.

He remembered the sallow and blackened faces of the workers on Zhulan Star, and the time when his father took him and Agatha to the hunting grounds, and when they passed through the farmland, they saw the farmers who were nailed to death and burned because they could not pay taxes. He also remembered the banquets within the family that never stopped and were no less luxurious than the ones being held at this moment.

These memories should have been worthless things that he should have forgotten after just a glance, but for some reason they remained in his mind, and now it was like the calm surface of a lake being stirred, and the mud and sand at the bottom surged up.

"Sir Osarino?"

Margarine, who was closest to him, seemed to have finally noticed his abnormality and couldn't help but give him a concerned greeting.

At this moment, Cecil seemed to finally let down his guard and, as if teasing Osarino, closed his eyes.

But just as Osarino was about to explode, a rough and powerful hand pressed on his shoulder, suppressing all his impulsive thoughts, and then a voice came:

"Sir Osarino, a few years ago you were still a child hiding behind your mother. I didn't expect that when we meet again, you have become able to shoulder the responsibility of the family. It is really amazing. This is just a responsibility that you are forced to bear, and it must be very difficult."

The voice was full of energy, yet very gentle and friendly, as if it carried a magical power that made people trust it. For some reason, Osarino's heart suddenly ached, and the hand holding the knife loosened suddenly, and the knife almost fell out.

He looked at the man who was holding his shoulder. The man was about forty or fifty years old, with a carefully trimmed beard on his chin and upper lip, and his hair was neatly combed back. There were a few wrinkles on his face, but it still couldn't hide the charm he exuded. Just like his voice, just looking at his face would inexplicably make people feel trust and goodwill.

On the other side, Cecil had already finished his drink, and everyone applauded his heroic behavior. However, when Cecil turned around and saw the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, the corners of his mouth that had always been habitually raised lowered a little.

"Uncle Alex," Cecil took the initiative to greet him. "I didn't expect you to take time out of your busy schedule to attend my little party. I thought you wouldn't be interested in this kind of entertainment as usual."

"You're a family hero, having made great contributions to the family. This isn't just any small gathering; those who can attend are all very important people in Tessaril." Alex said as he subtly exerted force, causing Osarino to half hide behind him. "So I came to congratulate you, and I also hope to make some new friends."

At this moment, Cecil looked past Alex and saw something. Then he let his eyes sweep over Osarino again, and finally stopped at Alex. "I received your congratulations. Well, I won't disturb you and your new friends. I wish you have fun."

With that, without any farewell or departure speech, Cecil walked out of the crowd through the gap where Osarino had come in.

Not far away, Howard was sitting at the dining table, watching the show while throwing dessert into his mouth, and Christina was sitting next to him with a very upright posture.

Those who come here are the dignitaries of Tessaril. They come here not for the food, but for socializing.

But Howard was not a noble in Tessarell, and he was not there for socializing, so he had no burden in watching the show.

Although Christina was a powerful person, she thought she was not powerful, and her social interaction with Osarino just now was a failure, so she was also looking for something to fill her stomach here.

Facing Howard and Christina, Cecil put away his calm face. His expression was a little ugly. He walked to Howard with steps that were obviously filled with resentment and sat down. Then he tore open the top of his military uniform and took a glass of wine and drank it.

When Christina saw her brother coming, she stood up at a loss.

On the other side, Cecil's departure did not disperse the crowd that had surrounded him. Instead, they surrounded Alex and Osarino, completely ignoring the whereabouts of the former protagonist.

However, Cecil was obviously not surprised by this. These people didn't actually care who the protagonist of the incident was. They just wanted to follow the crowd and have fun to avoid becoming the odd one out in the crowd.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Howard asked while chewing his food with his cheeks puffed out.

"Yes." Cecil also took a plate to hold the food for himself, and then said to Christina: "Sister, don't be so nervous, sit down and relax."

After getting the food, Cecil cut off a large piece of meat and gnawed it angrily, the juices splashing onto his clothes. When he finished the steak, his mood seemed to have stabilized a little. Then he wiped it with a handkerchief, turned around and leaned on the edge of the table, looked at the new focus of the crowd and said:

"The kid just now had a knife hidden in his sleeve, and he wanted to kill me."

Christina almost screamed out, but Howard and Cecil looked at her in surprise at the same time, so Christina froze again, looking a little embarrassed.

Cecil scratched his head. "Well, Christina, can you go to the kitchen and get me a bottle of wine? Just say I'll get a bottle of Macragge's Glory, one of Cecil's treasured possessions."

Christina was about to leave, but Cecil hesitated and called her back: "No, sister, no need, you stay, stay here."

Although Christina was confused, she sat down obediently.