Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 296 Rabbit

twenty minutes later

Howard and his group walked in the long and narrow passage, followed by slaves carrying a box containing the nun's weapons. They met the nun's request and would not let the box of weapons out of her sight.

Everyone remained silent, except Nakhimov, who was still chattering.

"As you can see, this is our lounge. It can accommodate over a hundred people and even has a hand-cranked music box! Just gently crank the joystick and it'll produce beautiful sounds! Amazing, isn't it?"

Although only one of his hands could move, Nakhimov, lying on the nun's shoulder, still fulfilled his duties as a tour guide.

According to her, after the nobles of Karenya abandoned the spacecraft and shut down all facilities, they did not remove all the air from the cabin.

So the remaining slave families used the passages connecting the various cabins that only they knew about to divide the entire spacecraft into different areas.

They would block all the openings in an area and live there for decades, waiting until the oxygen levels were low enough to kill their members in their dreams, and then move on to the next area.

Apart from this, only a few explorers are allowed to leave the designated areas and search for supplies in undeveloped areas.

Although they were able to achieve material recycling and intermittent power supply with the help of some recycled equipment, oxygen was still a big problem.

"There! There! Everyone, look to the left!" After walking through a long corridor, Nakhimov suddenly became extremely excited. She patted the nun's armor and asked everyone to look in the direction she pointed.

Howard looked to the left. Behind the transparent glass window was darkness. Howard could only see his own reflection in the glass.

"I was born there!" Nakhimov said excitedly. But then her mood became a little depressed: "But the oxygen there ran out three years ago, and I can no longer go in. My Mr. Rabbit is still there!"

"Mr. Rabbit?" Howard was a little curious about the name.

"My mother said it was a robotic arm. When I was a kid, they ignored me and I just rode on it to play," said Nakhimov.

"Do you know what a rabbit is?" Howard laughed.

"I don't know, but my mother said that rabbits are gentle and cute animals. I often ride on Mr. Rabbit but he never gets angry. Isn't he as gentle and cute as a rabbit?" said Nakhimov.

This little brat is too talkative, and his words often inadvertently reveal absurd or fantastic thoughts. It is hard to imagine what this child's worldview is like.

Howard actually understood Nakhimov very well. Although logically speaking, born and raised in such a harsh environment, this child's personality should be very gloomy and negative.

But there are always exceptions. If you throw some children into darkness, they will cry, become desperate, and finally become one with the darkness.

However, some children can grow up strong in the darkness. They have never seen the light, so what others see as hell is a warm home in their eyes. They will construct a bizarre but self-consistent worldview to deceive themselves, and then remain optimistic and cheerful in this fictional paradise.

As long as they have never seen the light.

The slave leader who chose to stay on the ship would probably not tell this new generation that there is a wider and more beautiful world outside, nor would he tell them that there is a planet with almost inexhaustible oxygen not far away.

"Ah, ah, ah! Your Excellency!" Nakhimov, noticing Howard's silence, took the initiative to bring up the topic. "You look so well-dressed, you must be very high up on your ship. Do you have unlimited oxygen every night when you sleep, plenty of starch and latex to eat, and can drink water whenever you want?"

For some reason, Howard suddenly felt uncomfortable. He reached into his pocket, hoping to find some candy or biscuits, but unfortunately, he only touched his cold cell phone.

So he said, "You will have these too, and more than you think."

"Are you asking me to be a captain too? I don't want to!" Unexpectedly, Nakhimov rejected Howard's proposal: "I want to be a fighter!"

"What is this fighter?" Howard was curious.

"Fighters are the ones who protect the family," Nakhimov said. "People from other families often come and snatch our oxygen, and that's when we need fighters to drive them away! And every fighter can eat double the amount of starch every day, and even have water to drink!"

Then Nakhimov said, "Give me double the starch and I'll be full! If I become a captain, the starch will be wasted and others will go hungry."

"Huh?" Howard asked in confusion. "But doesn't fighting or exercising consume more oxygen?"

"Yes, so each family can only have ten fighters. Every time a dispute arises, it depends on these ten fighters to decide the outcome. However, there are always some unscrupulous people who raise more fighters." Nakhimov seemed to despise this behavior.

"Fighters eat too much and don't work. Although raising more fighters may help them win in the short term, it will definitely eat them up in the long run."

As they continued chatting, the troops leading the way suddenly stopped.

"The maze is below - there's a foul smell everywhere that makes you feel uncomfortable -" Nakhimov said with a deliberately long voice and a wicked smile.

Then she used her one free hand to pull at the nun's armor to get closer to Mei and Molly. She leaned over to them, sniffing like a puppy and saying:

"Wow... As expected of a noble lady, you smell so good and have such beautiful skin..."

Then she suddenly grinned and said, "I wonder what it tastes like."

Her teeth were sharp, like shark's, and her gums were black.

However, judging from her white teeth, the reason for her black gums may not be a hygiene problem, but because she lacks certain nutrition, or she simply painted them black for some purpose.

Mei and Jasmine ignored the little brat, and even Howard could see that the kid was just having a bit of a middle school syndrome.

If she could record the tone and movements of her voice when she spoke and play it back to her ten years later, she might want to strangle herself for being such an idiot.

The premise is that she can live to the next ten years.

Soon, breathing masks were distributed countless times. Howard put them on despite suppressing his nausea. The nun put on a helmet and Jasmine also put on a mask, but May did not wear a mask because she did not need it.

In fact, it is easy to understand. Mei's physique is certainly not enough to make her immune to those highly toxic plagues, but if the poison gas can be dissipated by a small breathing mask, then she really doesn't need to take it seriously.

But Nakhimov mistakenly thought that Mei was clean, so he said, "Oh, my noble lady, I know you like to be clean, so I specially selected these masks that are 90% new and washed with clean water. Put them on quickly, or you will be choked and fainted."

"I don't need it." Mei emphasized again.

"If you don't want it, then don't!" Howard saw Nakhimov roll her eyes, then she took off her breathing mask and put on the mask originally prepared for Mei.

It seems they weren't lying about washing this mask.