Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

In the dim woods, a tentacle poked out of the mud, scraped off the mud on its body, and a round octopus head poked out of the hole.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju, who was back online, shook off the mud on his body, then identified the direction, and under the cover of the night, he paddled his tentacles and half swam and half slid towards the Bright Church in the village.

Long before she went offline, she asked Peeta to take her around the village. Now she just had to follow the system map that was opened all the way back.

The night was deep, and the whole village fell into a sweet sleep. No one noticed that a small octopus ball drilled into the village through the gap in the fence, and then climbed up to the windowsill along the wall of the church with the help of suction cups.

A tentacle inserted between the windows and pushed open a small gap.

The boneless soft-bodied octopus slid into the church like a ball of snot, and fell into the holy water pool with a plop.

"Gurgle, gurgle." An octopus ball sank.

"Puha!" A living person emerged from the water.

'This stuff is quite effective! ' The cat at the front desk of Wushanju scooped up a handful of water and found it was quite clear. 'Since we're already soaking in it, let's take a bath! '

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"Sorry for the wait."

Peeta, who was waiting at the entrance of the village, stood up suddenly after hearing this. He looked at the God of Bread who suddenly appeared and was instantly shocked by the divine light emanating from him.

——Has the God of Bread gained such a powerful power in just one day? ! Ah, such a dazzling light is almost catching up with the holy water pool that Father Sykes of the church allows everyone to admire once a year!

Seeing Peeta's shocked expression, the cat at the front desk of Wushanju took a look at her body belatedly. Well, the skin washed by holy water was white and tender, and it was indeed a bit dazzling.

She thought about it and took out a cloak from her backpack and put it on.

"Will it be better?" she asked Peeta.

"...Ah?" Peeta was at a loss for a moment, then nodded woodenly, "Okay, better."

"That's fine." The cat at the front desk of Wushanju put on his hood, "Take me to your bakery first."

"Okay!"

As he led the way, Peeta carefully explained to the cat at the front desk of Wushanju the source of food in the village and the business model of the bakery.

Originally, the source of food in the village was very simple: bread came from the bakery; vegetables were either grown in small quantities or purchased from the church; meat came from birds and beasts raised by the church, and monster meat hunted by hunters and purified with holy water...

As for sugar, salt, pepper and other condiments, they are sold by the church and traveling merchants.

The bakery and the mill in the village are run by the relatives of Father Sykes, which is actually equivalent to the church's industry.

In previous years, the wheat sold by the elves would be directly transported to churches in various places for sale, which was completely a monopoly business of the church. Since the Son of God's apostasy, the relationship between the elves and the church has gradually become strained. The elves no longer deliver food to the church, but instead transport it to the village entrance to sell.