Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Iyalian felt that there should be such an important person around him.

That person gave him a very familiar feeling, as if the two had known each other for a long time and had worked together many times.

He could read the meaning behind the other party's hand raising and eyes, and it seemed that these interpretations were not wrong.

Of course, this feeling was different from that of Aleland and the others.

Weiland was his admired mentor and elder; although Aleland often called herself "Mommy", she was his best comrade and companion like other saints... and that person, when he approached, his heart would beat fast... not the bad emotion of fear or terror, but... the tension of wanting to perform well in front of that person and show his best side.

It was as if he was looking forward to being praised by that person.

That person jokingly asked Iyalian to call him master... This unfamiliar word turned on the tip of his tongue for several times, but Iyalian didn't say it out loud. However, Iyalian felt that he had called something similar before... What was it? Master... Master? Lord? Lord? !

Wait... Lord? !

Once the key engraved into the cornerstone was remembered, in an instant, Iyalian's mind seemed to have a bright flash of lightning, crackling, bringing back countless chaotic memories: companions who died one after another, himself who was on the verge of death in the beast tide but was rescued, breaking away from the shackles of the church, the oath in the auditorium, living together in the wizard tower, finding his parents again, and parting in the Golden Land...!

Confusion disappeared from Iyalian's face, he loosened his hand covering the earphone, and a mature and confident smile appeared on his face that did not match his current body shape. He whispered: "Lord."

"Hmm? Has the memory recovered?" Mo Yu's voice came from the earphone, "It's faster than I thought."

"Thanks to your reminder." Iyalian said to Mo Yu.

He sorted out the causes and consequences in his mind again, looked at the confused Aleland, and stood up from the ground: "Aleland, I remembered something. There is indeed a problem with this illusion."

Aleland, who was sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor, suddenly became serious: "You say."

"This body is illusory, and I am no longer a child. The person who created this illusion blurred our ages and erased part of our memories... The manager just now, he is my manager, in order to sneak into the illusion to help us, he used a special prosthesis."

Aleland showed a "as expected" expression: "I said! I thought the atmosphere between you two was strange before!

I didn't expect that you, Iyalian, have reached the age of having a manager! This is not bad, so you were not chosen to become the son of God...?

This is really great!" Although I can't remember it at all...

Aleland didn't say the second half of the sentence, but just mumbled it in his throat.

Time was running out, so Iyalian didn't pay too much attention to it. He just continued to explain concisely: "The mentor Weiland in the illusion now is fake. The real mentor Weiland has..." passed away.

Iyalian closed his eyes hard and couldn't say those words. Even after so many years, telling this fact in front of his companions would still cut his heart and blood.

Aleland reached out and patted the child's shoulder: "Really? I understand. It's okay if you don't say it."

Aleland was familiar with that expression... or rather, all the sons of God were familiar with it. That expression meant that an important companion had left them again, leaving them with bloody wounds all over their bodies and hearts, carrying the burden of the deceased, and continuing to move forward.

Iyalian wanted to tell Aleland everything, but this was in the illusion of the war of gods. Not to mention whether this "Aleland" was his "Aleland" was still under discussion, everything he said could become intelligence eavesdropped by the enemy.

So Iyalian only told Aleland the useful content half-truthfully, and other unimportant things that could not be explained clearly for a while were either omitted or confused with an expression that was easy to arouse associations.

He told Aleland that they fell into this special illusion for some reasons. There were evil gods in the illusion, and there were some special rules involved, which would be particularly difficult to deal with. His manager came to help them.

The fact that all the sons of God died, the war of gods, Mo Yu's true identity, and the cyber battle dolls, which might subvert the situation of the war, were all buried in his heart.

Alelande may have noticed these concealed and omitted parts, but he didn't ask any more questions, just nodded: "I'll help you, let's get out of here together."

Iyalian's nose was sore, and he couldn't help rubbing his eyes: "Okay."

"Others can't go out until six in the morning, where should we investigate first?" Alelande, who had completely believed Iyalian's words and put down his guard against Mo Yu's existence, shifted all his attention to breaking the illusion.

However, everyone has their own strengths. Alelande, who is very familiar with the human relations in the Church of Light, is really not good at this kind of reasoning game involving rules and riddles. He is better at breaking the game by violence.

At this time, without a big boss leading the team, Alelande felt that his brain was blank.

"Maids are not restricted by rules at night, so we should be able to go to more places." Iyalian thought, "Except for the butler, the servants here have relatively fixed places of activity.

The maids work in the kitchen, the gardeners in the garden, the bartenders in the bar... The male servants may be responsible for taking care of the daily life of the owner of the manor, and they are more likely to be on the second floor."

"So, what about that special identity?" Aleland asked.

"Maybe in the basement, maybe there are other floors upstairs... or maybe we need to obtain the identity of the male servant to know.

Let's go to the second floor first."

They made up their minds, and just as they opened the kitchen door, they saw a very familiar, yet very strange figure sitting on the main seat in the restaurant.

"Yo!" Weyland greeted them cheerfully: "You are finally back from the other world? How is it, have you found any clues?"

Aleland held Iyalian's hand tightly, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind: Weyland is dead, who is this person, why is he pretending to be Weyland? What is his purpose?

Is he an enemy... a friend... or a neutral party with whom we can form an alliance?