Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

"Get out! Running dogs of the Church of Light! Get out of our town!" It was a thin little girl with brown hair, only 1.6 meters tall, wearing ragged clothes. She looked like she was malnourished for a long time, but her eyes were burning with blazing anger and hatred that did not match her body.

"Dina!" Loft Hughes shouted, "They are not from the Church of Light, so they must not be rude!"

Another stone was thrown at Iyalian, and this time the knight calmly avoided it and moved to the side of the lord.

However, perhaps because the little girl's appearance was too harmless, or perhaps Iyalian did not want to cause conflicts in this town that was about to become an ally, he did not open his heart of protection, and still wore the burgundy gorgeous leather coat with a brown-black leather tight vest, which Mo Yu jokingly called the outfit that looked like a vampire hunter.

"What's going on?" The lord's voice came from behind Iyalian's left, but his question was directed at Loft and his son. The Magic Federation member quickly gave an answer: "This is Dina, an orphan in the town. Her family... grandparents, parents, and brother all lost their lives in the conflict and dispute with the Church of Light. Only her sister is left to depend on her and live on the help of the townspeople.

They are very smart children and usually very well-behaved... Dina! This is Moyiwu, a member of the Magic Federation, and his knight, not the Church of Light!"

Mo Yu's eyes flashed with a Seeing a ray of light, he raised his mouth meaningfully and tapped his fingers on the magic book a few times: "Oh... He is usually a very smart child."

The crowd in the town also began to be attracted by the commotion here and gradually gathered together. The little girl wiped the tears from her eyes and said angrily: "Don't deceive us all! Lord! Look at his silver hair! He is the Holy Son of the Church of Light, Iyalian, I recognize him! A lackey of the Church of Light!"

The crowd that gathered around was in an uproar and began to whisper to each other. There was confusion and doubt in their eyes, but more confusion and distrust.

"The Holy Son of the Church of Light?"

"Get out of this town!"

"We don't welcome you!"

Many people left in a hurry and returned in a hurry. When they came back, they had all kinds of weapons in their hands - pitchforks, hoes, hatchets, axes, and even frying pans.

People's eyes were full of anger and hatred. Even Loft Hughes and his son, who ruled this territory, could not help but take a few steps back under the anger of the indignant townspeople.

Iyalian stood there in a daze. For the first time in his life, he didn't know whether he should draw his sword to fight. The people in front of him were ordinary people, the people of the world he swore to protect, and behind him stood his lord.

He couldn't retreat, and there was nowhere to retreat.

However, these people were the allies they wanted to unite, but now they raised weapons against them because of his past. Iyalian didn't know if he would further intensify this contradiction if he put on his weapons at this time.

Are these the people of the world he fought for?

Is this the result of his painful efforts and endurance in the first half of his life?