Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Titan Ross Town, Lola Lola.

The midday sun was particularly scorching, baking the earth evenly, the water vapor in the soil was steaming out, and the air was filled with a damp heat.

Mr. Osford Cambly of the tavern at the entrance of the town set up a sunshade in front of the store, pulled out tables and chairs and placed them under the awning, and cast another frost magic here.

He looked around and saw that there was still no customer today, so he sighed and walked into the tavern.

"Times are different." Mr. Osford wiped a row of magic photos hanging on the wall near the store entrance with a towel on his arm, looking at the unchanged faces of his old friends in the photos, and sighed.

Mr. Osford Cambly is probably the oldest former adventurer in the town.

With one-eighth of the demon bloodline, he was tired of the wandering life of adventurers hanging their heads on their belts, so he used up his life savings to build this tavern in this new town.

As always, the business here is surprisingly bad.

But it's not surprising at all, who said this is the town that betrayed the hero king?

Mr. Osford carefully wiped the photos on the wall and reached out to touch one of them - a laughing silver-haired swordsman, a shyly smiling baby-faced elf woman, and a strange skeleton sitting in a tavern, holding a glass of wine, as if celebrating the victory of a mission.

"Hey, old friend..." He shook his head, walked to the counter and poured himself a full glass of cold dark beer, and then took a plate of hummus back to the pergola, enjoying this afternoon dark beer and his own hummus lunch while enjoying the cool.

There was also an identical bar at the entrance of Titan Ross Town in the past.

At that time, Mr. Osford Cambly was just an ordinary, poor adventurer, who made a living by running errands for others and doing hard labor.

He often ate and drank in that tavern, waiting for work to come to him while having fun... For adventurers, there is no better place to attract business than a tavern.

That ordinary old tavern had his best and worst memories, and... after that incident, he lost an old friend, his favorite tavern, and all his beliefs.

He moved to the new town with the people in the town in a daze, and drank to drown his sorrows in the endless emptiness year after year. Finally, despite the dissuasion of others, he reproduced the bar in his memory in this new town.

He framed all the magic photos he took in the old tavern and hung them at the door of the store, as if all the memories of the past were inherited by this brand new store, but he knew in his heart that the old friends who had passed away would never come back.

The number of adventurers on this continent is also gradually decreasing, and they will not come to this town of betrayers. Only he will sit in the shed at the entrance of the town day after day, sipping dark beer, eating hard-to-swallow hummus, recalling the past, and repenting the sin of not being able to help his old friend.

The ground outside the shed is steaming, and the huge temperature difference and humidity make the scenery outside shake for a while. This is a sign that the mirage is about to appear.

Mr. Osford stuffed another spoonful of hummus into his mouth as usual, bared his teeth grimly, and quickly drank it with cold beer.

Although this thing is not delicious, it is really cheap and filling!

He put down the glass, and when he looked up again, he saw a familiar silver-armored figure at the entrance of the town, walking towards the town.