Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

To Peterson Nofelik's expectation, the magician accepted his whim commission very simply - even extremely excitedly.

The truth about the tragedy that was covered up in the Montblanc Autonomous Federation has always been an indelible pain in the hearts of everyone in the Orichalcum Blood Alliance.

Almost all those who witnessed it are dead, but the only living one, Domon, is regarded as a sinner and a liar because of his interests. The truth is regarded as a lie, the victims are persecuted, the ignorant are misled and deceived, and no one can achieve justice.

Even if this is a magical world that can read memories and trace back history, it is extremely difficult to verify the truth so far back.

This requires nearly the power of a god, not to mention having to fight another god with evil intentions at the same time.

But the magician simply agreed without blinking... Peterson walked home in a daze until late at night when he came to the party venue in the basement of a small theater to meet with other people in the blood alliance. When I shared this matter, I gained some real feelings.

People are such strange creatures. When others do not agree to help, they will try their best to ask others to agree. However, if they agree too decisively, or even to the point of completely ignoring difficulties and troubles, they will worry about whether the other person is absent-minded. Perfunctory yourself.

"Is it really reliable?" Angelina Carrara, another member, said worriedly, "You are not even sure of the other party's identity."

She is a middle-aged woman with a gentle face. She is wearing an evening dress that is very suitable for watching a play in the theater at night. She is wrapped in a fur shawl. From a glance, she comes from a wealthy and good upper-middle-class family. Her brown hair is permed. The curls have been delicately taken care of, and are draped over the shoulders "unconsciously" at all.

"He's an adventurer from Amte County, I'm sure of that." Peterson gestured, "He's wearing that badge."

"So what did you promise to the other party? Reputation, money? Your soul and all your belongings?" Karloff Sendri, another man holding a pipe, asked teasingly.

Karloff is a clerk at the Citizens' Court of the Magical Federation. He always likes to upgrade his class and style with pipes, top hats and three-piece suits in order to better blend in with the upper class... Whether he succeeds or not, he does always get some special information.

"Nothing..." Peterson said tangledly, "That's the strange thing. He agreed simply. It was as if he heard an oracle and some kind of existence gave him acceptance the moment I finished speaking about the commission. The reason for my entrustment...maybe that I was deceived, and he just agreed indiscriminately, and then threw the promise away."

Everyone fell into silence for a moment.

A plump lady, Mrs. Molly Henderson, suddenly said: "I think we can trust those adventurers. I have also entrusted them with help, even though it was just some simple errands and temporary emergency work, which is not the same as this." This kind of mission against gods is incomparable, but every time they can complete the task well.

...Although I don’t know why adventurers always ask me if I am good at household magic, and they always mistakenly call me Mrs. Weasley. "

Mrs. Molly Henderson runs a flower shop selling flowers, mutant plants, and magic herbs. She has messy copper-colored hair and looks like a worried but affable housewife.

"We have nothing to lose by trusting them anyway," she added.

"You didn't give them your real name or reveal anything that shouldn't be revealed, did you?" Karloff confirmed.

"What? Of course not, I'm not a fool!" Peterson said angrily, "I disguised myself to protect my identity - of course, I contacted him in the name of the Orichalcum Blood Alliance, and I only gave His mailbox for mail

This will not and cannot cause us any trouble!

And old Domon also said that we can trust the adventurers of Amt County! "

"Then there is nothing to worry about." Angelina smiled softly, as if to appease both parties, "This matter has only benefits for us, no harm. The worst result is that their mission fails, and we We can continue to live our lives as if this never happened.

But if they really succeed, then we can get the justice and revenge we dream of. "

"Shouldn't we provide them with some help?" Molly asked. "I'm not telling you, Peterson, you're really doing a rough job. The remuneration is not agreed upon, so it's not a big problem. After that, all we need to do is raise more money. We are all people with status and status. As long as the grudges of our ancestors can be cleared away, the targets on our bodies can be completely eliminated. This has been a wish for all of us for many years. Once the government is over, I believe everyone will be willing to pay more.

But just leaving everything to strangers to handle without any care, I feel a little inappropriate. "

"Then what can we do to help?" Peterson asked, "We are not powerful extraordinary beings, at best we are just dabblers in magic. We also have little knowledge of the truth back then. None of us witnessed everything with our own eyes, and even Our ancestors did not witness everything with their own eyes.

Domeng only knew what happened to him, he only knew who was behind the scenes, but he didn't know what the city-state had experienced back then.

What has always supported us to move forward is the faith in our hearts, the hatred of our ancestors, the pain of our anonymity, and the target that we can never remove!

Instead of pointing fingers at the adventurers and providing some "help" that actually has no effect, it is better to let go and trust them completely. "

"We can't help them, but the "Orichalcum Blood Alliance" can." Angelina thought, "Adventurers always have to go to the ruins of the Mont Blanc Autonomous Federation to verify the truth of the year, and many of us are still in the Western Continent. Perhaps, we can provide help to those adventurers openly or secretly."

"Then how can we contact that adventurer? Do you have his contact information? He can't get letters from our mailbox." Karlov said.

Peterson was stunned: "I don't have his contact information, I think it's safer this way."

"We don't need to contact that adventurer alone." Angelina smiled, "We only need to contact the one of the Filizlock family, the Lord of Amt County. "