Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 384 Distraction

ten minutes later

WC

Howard really didn't expect that a toilet could be so complicated. Alexandra took him to the VIP toilet. It was more like a complete washroom than a toilet. The gorgeous toilet against the wall was the least important thing.

This place also serves as a dressing room, lounge, smoking area, and can even be used as a medical room when necessary. The cabinets hanging on the wall are filled with towels and some common clothes. Cigars and cigarettes are stacked under the table in the middle, and various perfumes and cosmetics are placed on the sink. There are also various strange-shaped knives for grooming hair. Even if you catch a beggar from the bottom nest and dress him up with the things in here, he can look presentable.

When Howard was brought in, he thought Alexandra had brought him to someone's bedroom. After staying there for a few seconds, he turned on the faucet and planned to wash his face.

The water in the pool kept filling up. Howard put his hand into the clean water - this little bit of water could buy a life in the lower nest - and then lowered his head to let the cool water roll over his face.

When he looked up again, he saw Alexandra appear behind him through the mirror in front of him.

But the man's eyes were no longer as friendly as before, but full of gloom.

He locked the door when he came in.

Hmm...it has a bit of a horror movie feel.

"You suddenly barged in. Is there something urgent?" Howard was quite calm. He picked up a towel and asked while wiping his hands.

Suddenly, Alexandra came up and roughly turned Howard to face him. Then, staring into Howard's eyes, she asked, "Are you Ms. Irene's man?"

The water in the sink overflowed and flowed down. Howard reached back to turn off the faucet, but Alexandra held him down.

"answer me!"

Um...how do I answer this question?

Strictly speaking, he is not Freya's man, but Slaanesh's man, and Freya is just his caretaker. Theoretically, Freya has no power to control him or give him orders.

If we use a company as an analogy, Howard is currently the sole member of his own department, while Freya is the company's... uh... senior leader? Although the boss has asked Freya to serve as a key member of the company and provide support to the younger members of this newly established department, there's no subordinate or superior-subordinate relationship between them.

"It's none of your business," Howard replied. "That's not the question you should be asking."

"Lady Irene chose you, so you must have something that attracted her. Are you the same as us? Come, show me."

Howard: "Stop messing around, Master Gunther, let's go meet your other brothers and sisters."

Howard was about to get up, but was pushed back by Alexandra.

"If you don't want to show it to me, how about I call Isabella?" Alexandra used her mouth to pull open her sleeves, revealing the jewelry underneath, but she refused to let go of the hand that was holding Howard:

"I admire you, Mr. Howard. You have a sharp intuition. Weren't you just showing off to me that your status means you can easily date Shaya? Why don't I call Shaya over now? She will be happy to join us."

As expected of a child from a family that signed a contract with Slaanesh, he's crazy enough.

"I don't quite understand," Howard said. "If I were a bad-tempered person, you would have already irritated me. How would this benefit you in front of Ms. Irene?"

"Because Ms. Irene likes us!" Alexandra suddenly became excited. He moved his face closer to Howard and said, "That's just how we are!"

After saying that, he tore his clothes with his teeth until half of his shoulder and arm were completely free. His mouth was cut by the stitches while tearing the fabric, and blood was dripping from it, but he seemed to have lost his sense of pain. After he completely tore off his clothes, Howard's eyelids twitched slightly.

Alexandra's body also showed no signs of modification. Her muscles were strong and toned, which reminded Howard of the famous statue of David. However, these muscles, which could be called works of art, were covered with twisted scars.

The distribution of these scars is not random, but forms a pattern with a strange beauty. These scars are not formed overnight. The skin and flesh are repeatedly cut, waited for healing, cut again, and then healed again.

"Look! Look! This is what Ms. Irene likes about us! What about you?" He began to pull at Howard's clothes. "What did you do to earn Ms. Irene's favor?"

"You don't want to know what I did."

Howard held down Alexandra's hand. If the other party was a modified human, Howard would definitely not be able to hold it down, but the other party was also a pure human who had not undergone modification.

Although Alexandra's muscles are very beautiful, Howard has also experienced war personally. In fact, his combat experience has exceeded that of most ordinary soldiers in the empire. Therefore, in terms of strength alone, Howard is not inferior to the other party.

But Howard wanted to laugh when he thought of this. He had experienced so much and suffered so much since coming here, but he had just barely reached the average strength of ordinary people in this world.

"You! You're distracted!" After Howard held both of her hands, Alexandra became even more excited: "Tell me! Tell me what you were thinking just now!"

Alexandra kept asking questions, her face getting closer and closer, but Howard didn't avoid her at all.

Come on, come on. If you have something to say, just come closer. We are already nose to nose. If you continue to ask me so aggressively, we will probably end up mouth to mouth.

But Alexandra understood Howard's inner thoughts from the subtle changes in his eyes and facial expressions, and he became angry.

His enthusiasm was met with the other party's condescending contempt, as if everything he showed was worthless in the eyes of this guy called Howard. This ordinary human being called Howard seemed to be constantly showing him the fact that "I am more special than you". He was like a spectator in the audience, watching his own performance indifferently.

After figuring this out, Alexandra raised a fierce arc at the corner of her mouth and really went forward to meet him.