Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The group of people walked cautiously and quietly through the deep alleys.

After bypassing the residential area, a shabby theater appeared ahead. The tall guard seemed to have been here countless times. He walked skillfully to the small door of the concierge and removed the copper lock on the door. , beckoned to everyone, indicating for them to enter.

The tall guard closed the door again after everyone came in, effortlessly pulled a small cabinet from the side to hold it up, and then led everyone inside.

The theater was large and dilapidated. Most of the seats in the main theater had been removed, leaving a large open space.

The team of traveling merchants walked into the hall with familiar faces. The merchant found a still intact seat in the hall and sat down, huffing and puffing while stroking his chest.

After the tall guard handed him a water bag, he went to the side and dragged the remains of several old chairs, kicked them into pieces, then picked up the program notes scattered on the ground, took out a fire folder to start a fire, and in the blink of an eye , a bonfire was raised on the floor tiles.

"Thank you for your help." The fat businessman finally took a breath and said, "I am Mustafa Roselle, a traveling merchant." He has thick brown hair and a beard, and his head is wrapped in protective clothing. The windswept turban and the light brown skin are covered with ravines blown by the sand. He looks a bit like an Arab merchant from centuries ago in the original world.

"This is my bodyguard and my right-hand man, Muhat." He pointed at the tall, dark guard. Following Mustafa's introduction, green names belonging to NPCs appeared above their heads, " Everyone else is my slave."

The slaves in his mouth were still working with their heads down, cleaning the environment spontaneously, preparing food on the campfire, and did not have any emotional fluctuations for Mustafa's introduction.

[Ascending to Immortality: It seems that there is still a society where slavery exists in this world]

[Barbecue Squid: The development of this world is still almost in the medieval stage, so it is not surprising that there is slavery]

"We are adventurers hired by Moiwu, the lord of Amut County and the great magician." Moyu introduced himself, "The villagers of Amut Village saw that you were not here for a long time, and they discovered that you were left behind. The horses and goods in the wilderness grotto area hired us to rescue you."

"Are you here to save us?" Mustafa's eyes burst out with hope, but soon dimmed again: "But this is an illusion. I have never heard of anyone successfully escaping from the illusion. Yes, even if some people managed to escape with their lives, they all fell into madness without exception."

"Don't worry, we have a solution." Mo Yu comforted him, "Can you tell us the whole story from the beginning? As far as I know, your caravan has been following this trade route all year round. Why did you fall into this illusion?"

"Alas," Mustafa let out a long sigh, "It's all those damn sandstorms."

Mustafa's caravan route started from the southernmost port city of Roselle, carrying spices, gems and cloth unloaded from the voyage ships, all the way north to the elves' territory, exchanging gems, salt and cloth for After collecting the food produced by the elves, we headed north again to the main city of Coroncel.

In the main city, every product is very easy to sell, but spices from exotic countries are the most popular products among the rich.

After staying in the main city for three days, the caravan will sell all the goods except food, and then carry the food across the desert to Amt County.

Amt County is a poor place. The people here will exchange all valuable things they collect with the caravans for food. The caravans will recover a large amount of monsters and magic materials and head east to the secret city of Onisel. .

When they sell all the monster materials that often require human lives to collect in the city, are essential for magic research, and are increasingly valuable, to magic academies and alchemists, they will bring gold, silver and magic with them. The expensive props made by masters and alchemists are returned to the main city of Coroncel for repair, and the most sought-after supplies of the season are purchased and then sold back to Roselle City.

Each business trip basically lasts for a month. Although there will be violent winds, rain, sand, dust, various natural disasters, and man-made disasters such as thieves and officials, this kind of low-priced purchase of worthless items in one place can be used in another place. The profits from selling scarce goods in one place at high prices are extremely huge.

Excluding the horses, slaves and travel expenses that died on the road, Mustafa could still make a lot of money every time he traveled, and he could double his family wealth in a year.

During this trip, he bought a few more slaves and expanded his caravan to 20 horses and 15 people. He originally wanted to bring more goods and make more money, but this trip started from the land of elves. It got off to a rocky start.

First of all, the elves' food production suffered the largest reduction in ten years. Mustafa brought too much goods and could not sell them all, so the elves offered to exchange them for ceramics.

The ceramic items made by the elves are average in appearance, but they are cheaper. Although they are completely unappealing to the rich in the main city, the residents of Amt County like these daily items very much.

But what Mustafa did not consider was that it would not be fast to carry a bunch of bottles and cans, and it would already take several days to reach Coroncel.

What was even more beyond Mustafa's expectation was that the extra goods did not bring him more income. On the contrary, because the market was saturated, he could not sell the goods and even lowered the original price of the spices.

Seeing that the time to go to Amt County was about to be delayed, they had no choice but to sell according to the original quantity, and set foot on the desert with a lot of goods that had not been sold in the main city, hoping to get their money back in the next city.

Because there were a lot of goods and he was in a hurry, Mustafa chose a shortcut that he had not taken for a long time. As a result, on the third day of entering the desert, he found that a huge sandstorm was blowing in the northwest. Fortunately, the distance was relatively far, which gave them time to escape.

They were driven all the way on the periphery of the sandstorm, and the route kept shifting to the south. Finally, after two days of running around, they successfully deviated from the main road and lost their way. They were caught up by the sandstorm again. When they were panicking and looking for shelter in the yellow sand, they plunged into the area of ​​​​the illusion.

"In fact, if you calculate it, no matter what, we have reached the edge of Amt Village in five days," Mustafa regretted it. "Although the sandstorm obscured our vision, if we were more cautious, we would not be trapped here."

"How long have you been in this illusion?" Mo Yu asked.