Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 360 Communication

"let me."

Howard said to the nun.

When the nun saw Howard personally taking action, she wisely shut up.

"Mechanical Sage, you are certainly qualified to represent the interests of the Empire."

The nun's eyes widened at the first words Howard said.

Isn't this different from what we agreed on before?!

"But you cannot represent all the interests of the empire," Howard added.

"Based on all the traits you've demonstrated so far, you can only represent the interests of the Empire on this planet, or the interests of the Governor-General's family, but not the interests of the Empire within its wider territory. As we all know, the interests of different regions within the Empire conflict, and they all must compromise for the highest good."

The Mechanical Sage knew that this fragile human, composed of pure flesh and blood, was far more troublesome than the Battle Sister. Therefore, he had no mood to listen to her nonsense or argue endlessly over specific definitions. Instead, he asked directly, "No need to elaborate. What do you wish?"

"My opinion is very simple." Howard raised the transparent ball in his hand. "Whether this thing stays or goes away is not something you can decide, nor is it something I can decide, nor is it something any of the humans or Eldar present here can decide."

At this point Howard turned back to look at May, and the Eldar also walked over to his side.

"Let me introduce you again, Miss Mei. She is the representative of the Death Army, chosen by the High Priestess of the Death Army, Evelyne. She can contact the leader of the Death Army, Lady Evelyne, and Lady Evelyne can contact the Regent of the Empire, Lord Guilliman. This power source is extraordinary, and I think they should make the decision."

"If there is anyone in this universe who can represent the interests of the human empire in the broadest sense, besides the Corpse... God Emperor... it is undoubtedly the Lord Regent."

Howard almost stumbled over his words when he said this. He shrank his neck and felt an inexplicable chill.

"You said before that the secrets of Karenya must not fall into the hands of mediocre people. I believe that the Regent of the Great Empire is definitely not what you define as a mediocre person, right?"

The Mechanical Sage has only one answer to this question:

"of course not."

"In other words, you accept this proposal." Howard continued to ask.

"I accept," the Mechanical Sage said, "but I have a question."

Howard: "Go ahead."

"How can you guarantee that the Imperial Regent these Eldar are contacting is real? Given their technology, it shouldn't be difficult to create a projection of a Regent."

"So how do you hope to solve this problem?" Howard asked.

"I'll make the contact," said the Mechanical Sage.

Howard: "How can you contact Lord Guilliman?"

"I have an old friend who is now studying ancient knowledge on Mars. He has some dealings with the High Lords of the Senate and has the opportunity to contact the Regent of the Empire." The Mechanical Sage replied.

Then he glanced at Esrick, who seemed to be out of the picture.

He omitted a part of the conversation.

When he graduated from the selection of the Mechanicus, he also received an invitation from a mechanical sage from Mars, inviting him to become his assistant. Between this invitation and the Trevikon family, he chose the latter.

At that time, he also knew that if he stayed on Mars, he might be more helpful to the family in the future.

But he knew even more that if he had not followed old Trevikon, the young head of the family, who was still reckless at the time, would probably have encountered an accident on the way to this planet.

He has no regrets about all this.

Especially after discovering the treasures and secrets contained in this planet, he became more and more convinced that this was his destiny.

"I'm sorry, but I can't believe you either." However, Howard, who had no idea of the Mechanical Sage's inner thoughts, raised a very unreasonable question:

"You doubt that we would fabricate a projection of the Imperial Regent. Please allow me to remain skeptical of you as well."

The conversation between the two sides seemed to be at a stalemate, neither side was willing to give in, and time was passing by minute by minute.

"I can act as a middleman."

At this moment, an old and firm voice broke the silence.

Except for the Mechanical Sage, everyone looked towards the source of the sound and saw the old and tired patriarch of the Wenres family appear here.

"Lord Regan?" Esrick spoke first: "Why are you here?"

"The soldiers I lent you have returned victoriously. Don't you even allow me to come and comfort them?" Reagan retorted with full force.

So Esrick stopped talking. The patriarch of the Wenres family was one of the people he had close contact with when he was a child. In Esrick's memory, this middle-aged man always had a stern face. To be honest, Esrick was a little afraid of him when he was a child.

"What are you going to do?" Howard didn't know the past between these nobles, so he asked the key question directly without any greetings.

"Although the Winres family has fallen on hard times, it's not without friends. Some of my old friends can also have a say on Terra," Reagan replied.

Howard nodded, although the "someone who has a say" was a bit exaggerated, because if the old members of this family really had a say on Terra and had close contacts with his family, this family would not have fallen to such a desolate planet.

Therefore, between Reagan's "someone who has a say in Terra" and "friend", one of them must be less accurate, and Howard is more inclined to the latter.

But being able to speak up and not being an enemy is enough.

Howard looked at May, then at the nun, and realized that both were waiting for him to make a decision.

"I think we don't have to choose. We can use all the contact methods at the same time. Lord Regan can contact the Wenres family's friends in Terra, and Mei's people can contact the high priest and the imperial regent. We can use the one that gets through first, and then use the other to verify the previous call. How about that?"

After a brief thought and silence, everyone reluctantly accepted the plan.

Regen returned to Blackwater Fortress, and Charandi also ordered his men to return to the spacecraft to try to prepare for and attempt inter-galactic communication.

"Mei..." But after giving the instructions, Chalandi looked at his sister with some worry:

"You seem to be doting on these humans a little too much."

"Brother, I just threw away all my prejudices. If we really want to cooperate with humans, we can't treat them as hairless monkeys. That's what the high priest did, right?"

Chalandi just shook his head and said nothing more.

Establishing intergalactic communications is no easy task, as the time required is highly variable; information may arrive in the next second or a hundred years later.

But this time, at least everyone is waiting with hope.