Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The Hidden Old Man put the logbook into the system backpack, and reactivated the virtual and real mark with the Sea of ​​Tranquility, and went to the top floor of the poop.

The door of this room was wide open, and the two of them looked out the door and found that it was a huge suite. There was a carved desk in a Victorian style in the outer room, and a huge drawing table in the middle of the hall, on which a world map was nailed with a dagger, and a life-size oil painting of Anne Gelma was hung on the wall on the other side.

The inner room separated by a screen was the bedroom, and in the center was a luxurious big bed that looked comfortable no matter how you looked at it, covered with fur that looked expensive at first glance.

On the other side of the bedroom was a huge glass wall. Although the glass technology of this era was a bit ordinary, the pieces of glass that were neatly cut into squares, some thick and some green were fixed into the wall by latticed wooden frames, and the middle part was a wooden frame glass door made with the same craftsmanship.

There was a terrace outside, and the sun was shining through the thick glass into the house, reflecting the whole bedroom sparkling, as if it were the bottom of the sea.

When the hidden old man walked to the drawing table outside, he subconsciously took a screenshot of the map.

They tiptoed around the room. Fortunately, Anne Gelma was not in the room that seemed to be her bedroom. She seemed to have left in a hurry. The curling white smoke was still rising from the red tea cup on her desk.

The whole bedroom was very warm, but there didn't seem to be much worth paying attention to. The two spent a long time identifying, and only found an ancient style portrait box pendant necklace under the pillow. Opening the oval pendant, there was a small oil painting of a brown-haired beauty. There were also a few letters engraved on the inside of the portrait box cover. The hidden old man stared at it for a while, and the translation appeared in his vision: "My love (mermaid language)."

The hidden old man looked at the identification results in the system log again: "The pendant cherished by Anne Gelma seems to have a portrait of her deceased lover."

The hidden old man thought about it and put the pendant necklace back under the pillow.

"You won't take it?" asked the Sea of ​​Tranquility. "If it's something she values, maybe it can be used as a bargaining chip."

"Forget it." The Hidden Old Man shook his head. "I can't threaten people with the relics of their deceased relatives, even in the game."

The Sea of ​​Tranquility shrugged, but didn't force it.

He went to the outer room and searched again, and found an old letter spread out on the desk.

[Annie:

Perhaps you should care about the crew. The crew has been complaining more and more recently. This is not to say that they can't understand your motive for revenge on Friels, nor that they have unfaithful thoughts... No, all of us support your revenge very much.

However, this is already the fiftieth year we have been wandering on the sea, and we are fighting an endless war with a god who controls the sea on the vast ocean... Admittedly, preventing the legend of the Fountain of Youth from spreading outward may prevent Friels from encroaching on the entire natural authority, but this cannot shake His current powerful strength.

We are just weak half-humans, and this protracted war between gods has occupied most of our lives. Each of us feels the powerlessness of a mantis trying to stop a chariot. In front of the gods, we are ultimately insignificant ants.

If we can see the hope of winning, perhaps the crew can regain their confidence, but is there really hope of winning?