Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

James Dimoreira leaned against the bar as usual today, and looked at the adventurer in front of him with a sense of accomplishment, and his face was full of surprise, satisfaction, joy and healing after tasting his dishes.

There are many reasons why he became a magic chef. A large part of it was because the famine he suffered when he was a child left him with a huge psychological shadow. When food was scarce and his livelihood was forced, he had to take crazy costs to use magic beasts as ingredients.

Of course, part of it was because of James Dimoreira's love for cooking and food, and the unparalleled sense of accomplishment when he saw the guests smile when they tasted his food.

The magic chef's creed is: madness is better than death, it is better to die with a full stomach than to starve to death, it is better to die a little later than to die early, and it is even better if you can eat delicious food before you die!

However, given the magic chef's special choice of ingredients, most of the guests he saw in the past showed crazy smiles.

This also made James Dimoreira very depressed, until he encountered a rare beast tide on the way to find ingredients, and the even more difficult to meet strange lords and his adventurers.

The druid who can purify ingredients means he no longer has to worry about his guests going crazy or dying after eating.

And these adventurers don't seem to care much about whether the ingredients they use are pure and unpolluted. They are more worried about the food safety of non-adventurers whom they call "NPCs".

——What a noble character!

This magic chef who developed bad habits during his long journey of crazy ingredients, disregarding the life and death of himself and his guests, and not caring too much about pollution, madness and life and death, has gradually developed a habit recently under the continuous nagging of the druids.

——It is also possible that the druids have performed enough purification spells on him to restore some of his sanity.

This adventurer who just accepted the magic chef's professional mission and ordered a bunch of James's specialty dishes, whether it is his name "grilled squid" that looks delicious, or his expression of wholehearted devotion when tasting the food, is very appealing to the magic chef, which greatly increases the magic chef's desire to talk.

This adventurer seemed different from the others. He ate quietly while listening to James' life story. From time to time, he would chat with him about some kind of food from a distant foreign country. His broad knowledge impressed James.

You know, most of the adventurers here are foreigners who have just arrived in the continent of Ozeria. They either only know a lot about the distant foreign country where they are from, or they know nothing at all.

It was not meal time, and no adventurers came. James was in a good mood, so he simply leaned against the bar and chatted with the adventurer.

"...My original erosion was also very strong. Now thinking about it, I was a little crazy and couldn't control myself." James grinned and showed a big smile, "At that time, I heard that Amt County was about to usher in the most powerful beast tide in history. At that time, I had only one thought in my mind-how much good meat that was!

So I ran all the way from the northwest city of Osad. There seemed to be two voices in my mind, one said 'You are crazy, you will die in the beast tide!', and the other said 'Which magic chef has the opportunity to make so much meat from the beast tide into dishes, it's worth dying!'

Unexpectedly, I just arrived in the village and ran into the lord evacuating residents, so I followed him. Guess what, the lord had the same idea as me, hey, how long can so much magic beast meat last!

At that time, I thought, this is really a magical place, I will cook here and not leave!"

"...This is indeed a very magical place." Grilled squid nodded.

"Yes, and the druids here can also purify the pollution. Now we don't have to worry about funerals for guests anymore!"

The druid next to him twitched his face when he heard it - how many people have died from the food you cooked? !

The adventurer in front of the bar didn't even raise his eyebrows, and was still calmly using a spoon to put fish floss and egg fried rice into his mouth.

He ate very elegantly, always taking small bites at a steady and fast frequency, and it was inexplicably pleasing to watch.

James laughed, took out a bottle of wine from under the counter, and poured a full glass for the adventurer: "Try this, my treasure."

The druid appeared at the right time, tested it skillfully, found that there was no pollution, and left quietly.

"Have you ever had wine?" James pushed the wine glass in front of the adventurer: "This is a fine wine from the North. Don't be fooled by its appearance, it looks like water, it's very strong!"

The adventurer shook his head: "Never had it."

"Then today must be your lucky day." James handed over a plate of fried fish, "Fine wine with crispy fried fish, try it!"

The adventurer picked up the glass and tasted it in small sips. He frowned, as if he didn't like the spicy taste. Then he stuffed a crispy fried fish into his mouth, and his expression turned relieved.

"Indeed, it tastes good together." He nodded in understanding, "The spiciness of the wine alleviates the greasiness and fishy smell of the fried fish, and it can highlight the crispness."