Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

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Delmont Desmond's memory is not 100% fair, but it is enough evidence to accuse the Church of Light. He told how he got in touch with Bishop Bresley through letters, and how he found out [read after reading this] After burning the spell, he interrupted the spell casting, and how he contacted the pope at that time was all recorded.

Memory and evidence corroborate each other, and the traces of the two are exactly the same, which greatly enhances the credibility of the evidence.

And in this memory, another tragic story about backstabbing was told.

Delmont Desmond has been repeatedly suppressed by Dot Montblanc and his family in his political career for many years, and it can be said that he has deep grudges. And he didn't have a good opinion of the Elmont family. In his eyes, this family was like rats on the wall, always running away after smelling something, and often getting in front of him.

So when the Church of Light threw a straight hook, he immediately bit it.

Delmont persuaded Dot Montblanc to convene a negotiation meeting in the main city and pulled the strings. On the fateful day, Cardinal Bresley led the patrol group and appeared at the meeting as agreed. Negotiation location.

Dot Montblanc thought that the Church of Light had come to discuss with a proposal that would satisfy both parties, so he welcomed the Church of Light into the meeting hall without being humble or overbearing, extremely generous and calmly pretending to be willing to listen to friendly conversations. , and also asked his wife and sister-in-law to prepare specialty pastries for these guests who came from afar.

While the two parties were chatting, Cardinal Bresley glanced at his cronies. The cronies immediately understood, and when no one was paying attention, he pulled Del Monte to a corner outside the room and handed him a medicine. Bottle with a vial of holy water.

"Add this bottle of medicine to the tea." The confidant ordered, "One drop is enough for cake and tea. If you drink this bottle of holy water now, it will keep you safe."

He paused, and seeing Delmont hesitate, he threatened again: "You know what to do, right? For the sake of the future of you and your family, I advise you not to have other thoughts."

Delmont trembled, put away the medicine bottle, drank the bottle of holy water, and turned around to go to the small kitchen.

The women of the Montblanc and Elmont families were busy in the small kitchen, preparing refreshments for the meeting.

This can be regarded as a unique habit of the Montblanc Autonomous Federation. After all, in their small place, everyone is familiar with each other and can meet each other without looking up. It is not easy to have too much quarrels at the discussion table, so they always prepare some things to ease the atmosphere and promote Emotional refreshments. Nowadays, when guests come from far away, it is natural to entertain them as a landlord.

The ladies prepared, of course, the local specialty Brown Snow Peak Cake, as well as the matching anti-greasy tea made from a charming and slightly bitter herb produced on Brown Snow Peak.

Because they have long known that they need to entertain guests, the family members have already prepared semi-finished products. Now they only need to squeeze the whipped chestnut cream beautifully onto the pieces of teacup cake, and you are done.

"Sisters-in-law, do you need my help?" Delmont walked into the kitchen with a smile, lifted the teapot here and there, poked his head around, and helped put the finished cake on the tray, "This tray is very heavy. I'll help you take it out!"

He stuffed the bottle of potion into his sleeve, and by flipping the lid of the teapot and moving the cake, he dripped droplets of colorless and odorless potion into the cake and tea. 【. 3. ],

"Is that...poison?" Mr. Peterson's eyes widened as he looked at it.

"No, it's not poison, it's some kind of concentrated pollution." The Elf King, who was very sensitive to pollution, frowned. "That's not something that naturally exists in nature. It's more like something that was obtained from monsters by some means and contained a lot of pollution." A certain kind of bodily fluid, which is then extracted, refined and concentrated.”

"This kind of thing...will mutate if people eat it, right?" Mr. Peterson shuddered, while Domen silently clenched his fists and tightened his grip on his robe.

Delmonte not only added this medicine to all the finished products that were brought out, he also added this medicine to the remaining cake embryos, cream and tea, and then smiled and carried the large tray full of things forward. Went to the hall.

"There are still a lot of ingredients left." The women discussed, "They shouldn't be able to eat that much. The rest should be divided between us and the children as we did before~"

"Okay~!"

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Domeng slammed the table and said bitterly, "Why did it have to be so extreme?! The tea in the meeting hall was drugged, why was it added to the remaining ingredients!"

No one answered Duomeng's words, but everyone knew in their hearts that it was nothing more than four words - eradicate the roots.

The drugged tea was served on the table. Bishop Breasley took the lead in picking up a piece of Brown Snow Peak cake, holding it in his hand and playing with it carefully. He wore a gemstone ring the size of a quail egg on his index finger. It almost caught Delmont's eyes. Delmont stared at the gem greedily for a while before looking back.

People took cakes and tea one after another. Whether it was the Montblanc Autonomous Federation or the Church of Light, both sides ate the medicine-added food without any worries. One side was ignorant, and the other side was Come prepared.

As the host of the meeting, Dort took the cake and put it aside. He took a sip of tea and said, "I cannot agree with the proposals you mentioned... The Mont Blanc Autonomous Federation cannot be dissolved on the spot, merged into the Church of Light, and hand over the Orichalcum mine that has been passed down from generation to generation.

I thought that you came to negotiate this time with more sincerity and different plans. If it is just something like this, I cannot agree!"

Bressley smiled calmly: "It doesn't matter, we won't need your consent soon."

"What do you mean?" Dort was confused, and then the people around him immediately showed abnormalities.

"Ah-!" His brother suddenly screamed, tentacles grew out of his eye sockets, an eye hung above the tentacles, and became a part of the tentacles, spinning around, and his body also changed. Strange scorpion-like armor plates grew from his shoulders, covering half of his body, and his right hand had turned into a scorpion's claws.

Dort jumped up from his seat. He looked in horror at his friends and relatives at the table turning into monsters one after another, while the people from the Church of Light sitting opposite were still leisurely sipping tea and eating cake.