Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Three days after the release of the long-distance mission, all players who applied for the mission in the Adventurer's Guild either successfully received the boarding notice or were regretfully informed that they were not selected.

Adventurers who were ecstatic or sighing could be seen everywhere in the city, and the scene looked very divided.

Edward Lost glanced at them in confusion, and then quickened his pace to work - he fell into another nightmare that was difficult to escape last night. When he struggled to get up in the morning, he was almost late for work. He didn't even have time to take care of his hair carefully, so he had to wear a top hat to cover it up.

When he came to the office, a large group of adventurers had already blocked his door, each of them waving a copy of the "Firearms Expense Form" in their hands, and they were still shouting all kinds of nonsense in their mouths.

"Little wife! Little wife! Please pass the application to me!"

"Hurry up! The ship is about to leave!"

"NPCs who are late for work and don't pass the application will be beeped!"

Edward: "..." It's very annoying.

He randomly collected the expenditure slips, took the key and walked to the gun storehouse to open the door: "Come over if I call your name!"

He directly pulled a few boxes of guns and piled them at his feet, blocking the door himself, calling a name and verifying the adventurer's identity, and then stuffed the gun into the adventurer's hand, even skipping the step of instructing how to use it.

"Take it and leave, don't block the door!"

Several adventurers took the equipment, and the system prompted that the job transfer was successful, so they hurriedly left, and did not gather together to gossip until they left the door of the Investigation Bureau.

"Wow, my little wife is so angry today."

"Maybe it's because he got up early. I see his hair is all messy today. If I get close, I can hear his hungry stomach growling. Did he sleep late and come to work without breakfast?"

"Fuck, the workers can relate to me!"

"The students can relate to me!"

"They looked at each other and hurried to the breakfast stall on the commercial street: "Boss! Give me a pancake!"

"Also give me a portion of fried dough sticks and triangular cakes next to the seafood pot!"

So Edward, who had finally sent all the adventurers away, saw several familiar faces running back, but this time they were holding large and small bags of food in their hands, and waves of tempting food aroma went straight into Edward's nose.

"You've come to work before you've had breakfast, my dear wife! You've worked hard! These are for you!"

Edward: "............Thank you?"

He was a little flattered for a moment, and even suspected that these adventurers had ill intentions, but Professor Moiwu's management of this city-state was very strict, and it was said that no unsafe food would appear in any link.