Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

It was the first time for the Holy Sons to hear this kind of order, and they all showed expressions as if they were confused as monks. However, they did not understand that their long-term trust in Alilander still made them choose to obey.

The Sons of God have always been one, and their life and death have taught them that only their companions are worthy of trust and can be trusted with their backs and even their lives unconditionally.

Especially in a dangerous fantasy world, trust itself is closely related to survival rate.

For example, when someone yells "Get down", only those who quickly do so will survive safely, and those who have to ask "Why do you have to get down" at this juncture will be attacked by super-low diving monsters. The bird picks up a certain part of the body.

Survival of the fittest, the Sons of God who have survived until now have long learned to stay together for warmth.

Alyland didn't explain too much. After making sure that everyone understood and would follow the instructions honestly, he followed the instructions on the note and rang the doorbell.

The clear ringing of the doorbell rang through the night sky, shattering the original silence. At this moment, the Holy Sons felt a wonderful power flowing through their bodies, as if they had been washed from head to toe and then brandished. A mark of that power.

In that second, they seemed to be sheltered by some kind of existence inexplicably, switching camps, from the default 'enemies' in the eyes of the monster to 'guests'.

"What happened?" Pister exhaled slowly, "I feel like something is different."

"It's the power of rules." Alyland said. He subconsciously put his right hand into his pocket and stroked the piece of parchment. "This illusion is different from other illusions. Here... I'm afraid there is someone who masters the concept of 'rules'." A high-level existence...maybe even a god."

Ialien's mind moved slightly, and he murmured as if in a trance: "Order..."

"What?" Alliland didn't hear clearly and turned to look at Iialien, only to see confusion written all over Iialien's face and big question marks in his clear eyes.

Alyland: "...?"

Ialien: "???"

The two looked at each other for a moment, one suspicious and the other confused. Neither of them could figure out what was going on. After a few seconds, Alliland gave up decisively. He glanced at Wieland who was leaning on the iron fence. He found nothing unusual and withdrew his gaze again.

The time of three hundred heartbeats was up, and Alylander rang the doorbell again.

This time, everyone was tense.

"Smile politely and don't touch the weapons." Alliland whispered to everyone, "Line up and remember! Whatever you see is an illusion. Treat them as ordinary people!"

There was a sharp and ear-piercing "squeak--" not far away, and the door of the mansion opened. From the golden light, a monster wearing an exquisitely tailored butler-style tuxedo walked out.

For a moment, the Holy Sons all held their breath, and a few subconsciously touched the heavy sword on their backs, but Alliland stared back with a stern look, and quickly put down their troublesome hands.

"Good evening, everyone, what can I do for you?" the butler said politely.

The monster butler looks like a snout hound that walks upright on its hind legs and wears an ill-fitting human coat. If it weren't for the warning in the parchment note, Alyland might have seen this monster at first sight. It’s time to draw your sword.

But then again, in all the years of fighting in Aliland, he has never seen a monster who can wear a tailor-made, carefully tailored, and ironed tuxedo, and can talk with aristocratic honorifics. .

That parchment was right, this butler was more like a 'human' who took on the appearance of a monster due to some kind of curse.

This does not mean that the suspicion or danger level of the housekeeper has been reduced. Rather, in the eyes of everyone, this scene is even more strange... It's just that because of these suspicions, the saints can calm down. After carefully thinking about the puzzles in this illusion, he no longer had the same mindless attitude of drawing his sword whenever he disagreed with the enemy.

Aliland quickly recalled the contents on the parchment and tentatively replied: "We are lost in the woods. Can we stay overnight?"

"Yes, yes! Who hasn't encountered some tricky little troubles when going out? My master knows well that it is not easy for travelers to travel in this mountain forest, and he is very willing to lend a helping hand to you. However, you must be Remember, in the manor, you must observe proper etiquette and respect my master's preferences and rules.

I am the housekeeper Yugasi. Please wait a moment. I will open the door for you. "

"Excuse me, what are your master's preferences and rules?" Aliland asked decisively.

"Oh, my master is quite eccentric, and I won't be able to finish it in this moment." Butler Yugashi's smile was particularly ferocious, "Don't worry, everything faced by all guests is fair. No matter where you are in the manor, As long as you pay close attention, you have the opportunity to collect the 'rules' of your area.

I hope you won’t act rashly before you get the complete rules, so as not to violate taboos~”

"What will happen if the taboo is violated?" one of the Holy Sons, Coleman Dro, asked.

"If you violate the rules, you will be expelled from the manor at the least, or even die at the worst. Of course, there are many unknown possibilities in between. If you are really curious, why not experience it yourself?" Butler Yugasi spit out his long lizard-like tongue, licked his canine teeth sticking out of his mouth, and then opened the iron gate: "Everyone, please come in."

It seemed to be looking forward to the saints breaking the rules. The weird smile made the saints shudder. Loska, who liked five times the sweetness, whispered: "Do we have to go through this door?"

"Huh?" Butler Yugasi's expression suddenly changed. He suddenly looked up at Loska. Just as he was about to react, he was interrupted by Aleland's voice. "I want to ask, have there been any travelers entering the manor to rest before?"

"Yes, there are quite a few." When the butler turned to look at Aleland, his expression softened again, "There are a lot of travelers tonight... Oh, by the way, a very polite gentleman mentioned tonight that he had some lost companions lost in the jungle. I remember he left a note for them."

The butler's eyes swept across the empty ground at this moment, and he smiled again: "Perhaps, you are the companions he is waiting for?"

"Perhaps." Aleland also smiled, "Can you take us to see that gentleman?"