Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Edward knocked on the door of the Mage Tower.

To his surprise, the person who opened the door was not Professor Moywu's stupid apprentice Decarlo, but a handsome silver-haired knight.

The once high-ranking Holy Son of the Church of Light now stood at the door with a spatula in a cute cat apron that did not fit his image.

For a moment, both of them were stunned.

Iyalian looked at Edward with a little surprise. Edward shrank under his gaze, turned his head away, and whispered: "Is Professor Moywu here? I'm here to find him."

"Come in first." Iyalian said, making way.

Edward lowered his head and held his hat and whispered: "Excuse me." Then he followed the knight into the Mage Tower.

"The Lord has gone to the school for inspection. It will probably take a while for him to come back." Iyalian said as he hurried into the kitchen: "Wait a moment, I'm still cooking in the pot."

This conversation was so homely that it was weird. Edward seemed to have returned to the days when he was still studying at the Magic Academy Calcadora. The instructor of gunsmithing was a kind old teacher. Every winter, he would invite a group of students to his home for the holidays. His wife was also a nimble, kind and lovely old lady. She opened the door in a hurry, greeted him and rushed into the kitchen in a hurry.

He subconsciously looked down at his empty hands, hesitating whether it was still in time to go out and buy two bottles of wine and a bag of fruit.

——No! This is not the point! He was completely led astray!

He rushed to the kitchen door in two steps, angrily and angrily: "You betrayed the church just to cook here?!"

Iyalian looked up at him, with a look of hesitation on his face, and finally turned his head to stare at the pot while frying and said: "What's wrong with this kind of homely life? Peaceful, comfortable, happy... More importantly, this is my own choice."

"I don't understand." Edward shook his head with an expression of incomprehension: "You are already a son of a high status, but you have repeatedly given up the glory and favor of God that are within your reach..."

"That is not a favor, it is a conspiracy set up by the gods." Iyalian sneered softly, "I don't need to explain this to you... But, what identity are you questioning me with?"

He skillfully extinguished the magic flame in the stove, put the fragrant stir-fried meat in the pot into a plate, placed it on the insulation rune on the side, and then turned to look at Edward who suddenly lost the fire.

Edward did not answer. He did not even notice Iyalian's scrutinizing eyes. Instead, he sniffed hard and suddenly said, "What are you cooking? It smells so good!"

Iyalian: "...It's stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and the stew next to it is crucian carp and tofu soup. The tofu was just made by the adventurers this morning, and the fish was just caught, very fresh... Do you want to stay for lunch?"

Edward swallowed his saliva: "Can I? But I just left in a hurry and forgot to bring souvenirs... Wait for me! I'll be back soon."

He rushed out the door, and after more than ten minutes he ran back panting, this time with two bottles of dwarf wine and a basket of elf fruit in his hands.

Iyalian: "......?"

Edward raised the wine and fruit basket and gestured, "Where should I put these?"

"Just put them on the table over there." Iyalian said dryly.