Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 473 Recommendation

Cecil's words didn't move Howard at all. He said coldly, "So, you want me to help you gather information about this Second Terra, is that right?"

"That's not all." Cecil said, "I need to know everything about Mother's collaboration with those aliens."

After the request was made, the next step was to make an offer, but before this step, Cecil added a special content.

"Mother... doesn't actually trust us, Christina. Do you feel that?"

Christina: “Huh?”

"I heard some rumors. These rumors say that Mother didn't want us brothers and sisters to exist. She never really considered us her children. We were just tools to her."

Just when Howard thought Cecil was about to say something about a loving mother and a filial son, he suddenly changed the subject: "Well, as long as we can help Mother, everything else doesn't matter. But I think we should find a chance to tell Mother that we are her children, not her tools."

"Now's the opportunity." Cecil said, "Christina, this matter not only requires Howard's help, but also your assistance. Are you willing to join?"

Christina was about to answer, but Howard gave her a look, and the girl immediately swallowed the words on her lips. Then she looked at Howard's expression again and finally replied: "I... Lord Howard's decision is my decision."

"So, Mr. Howard, what is your decision?"

Seeing Howard didn't respond immediately, Cecil sighed and said, "Mr. Howard, I know words alone won't convince you, but fortunately, time isn't pressing. I already know Mother's orders. If you don't achieve your goal, these seeds will be destroyed. But think about it another way. If you don't achieve your goal, you'll have the opportunity to confirm the truth of my words before the deadline, Miss Ian Hola."

Ian Hora, who had almost fallen asleep, was called back to life. Her tone and eyes were filled with strong resentment: "Ah—Lord Cecil, can't you give me all the instructions at once?"

"For the last time." Cecil said to Ian Holla as if coaxing a child, "Give that thing to Mr. Howard."

So Ian Hola started searching again, and finally she took apart a pillow on the sofa and took out a button-sized metallic green beetle from the pillow core.

"Mr. Howard, please take this to the library on the Helveticon family's flagship and give it to an old man named Antonio. He can answer your questions...at least in part."

This Antonio was the special consultant that Leah Weide had taken Howard to personally meet at the beginning. At that time, only those present knew about it, so Cecil probably didn't know that Howard and Antonio had actually met. However, Howard didn't point this out, but asked a question naturally:

"Who is this old man called Antonio?"

"Um... how should I put it... you can think of him as a middleman, an intelligence dealer, an observer. He's harmless to any of us... that's not entirely accurate, but generally the harm he causes is far less than the value he provides. He also possesses far more intelligence than any of us. Of course, that assumes you're able to trade with him."

"Now I'm inviting you to join, so I'll cover the fees you're asking for this time. This scarab ornament will serve as your currency." Cecil said, "A few years ago, I brought him something he was interested in, so he gave me this as a return gift."

"What is that?" Howard demanded.

"Mr. Howard, when I don't explain it clearly, it means I don't intend to elaborate on the matter." Cecil sighed again. "But since you asked me in person, I will tell you this time. But I hope you won't do this again in the future."

"The one I handed over to him was a Space Marine," Cecil said. "The surgery used to regenerate this Space Marine was extremely ancient and primitive, unlike any other current Space Marine transformations. His condition was extremely unstable. When I found him, he was on the verge of collapse, with most of his organs beginning to age and become damaged. I suggested contacting the Space Marine Legion stationed nearby, but this primitive Space Marine refused. Just when we were at our wit's end, Mr. Antonio approached me and offered to help."

Cecil: "In the end, I don't know how he did it, but he convinced this primitive Space Marine to accept his treatment plan and gave him full responsibility. In return, he gave me this thing."

Howard nodded and stopped asking questions, but he still had one question:

"Mr. Cecil, now that you know Lady Lia Weide's order, she asked me to find at least a few bad seeds. How do you plan to solve this problem?"

"Just find a few seeds to threaten them or give them some benefits to make them take the blame..." Cecil deliberately dragged out his voice, waiting for Howard to explode. But when Howard didn't react, he returned to his normal speed and said, "Letting them take the blame... This is obviously not safe, so why don't you give the real bad seeds to Mother?"

Howard: "Are you asking me to hand Miss Ian Hola over to Lady Lia Weide?"

"No, no, no!" Cecil denied hastily, "Miss Ian Hola is not a bad seed. Do you think she is a bad person?"

Hard to say.

Howard said in his heart.

"It's simple. We just need to hand over the real bad seeds." Cecil said, "Besides me, there are other people's spies who have infiltrated. Coincidentally, I happen to have a complete list here. It's enough for you to help Mother remove all the other spies. I guarantee that no hidden dangers will be left behind and no good people will be harmed. Mr. Howard, do you understand what I mean?"

Cecil's words were very intriguing. Howard wondered if he could understand it this way: Cecil and the other people who had planted the "secret stakes" were actually in the same group, but this time he used Howard's hand to legitimately eliminate the spies of other forces in his own camp?

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Five minutes later, everything was explained and Howard and Christina left Ian Hola's room. After confirming that everything was done, Ian Hola fell asleep.

"Master Howard." After walking far enough away, Christina asked, "Will you accept your brother's invitation?"

"Christina." Howard reached out and touched the little girl's head for the first time. "Your choice cannot be based on the last person you spoke to."

Christina: "So...what are your plans?"

Howard tossed the green scarab button in his hand and said, "Mr. Cecil has arranged a meeting for us. Let's go and see first."