Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The hidden old man squatted at the door of the Mercenary Almshouse and sighed heavily.

It’s a really bad gaming experience to fail in changing jobs and lose your hard-earned cards.

It felt like all the hard work for so long was in vain, and for a moment I even had the urge to give up.

But if you think about it carefully, this is a game that can be played while sleeping and can cure insomnia. The game has twice the physical experience time in reality. In addition, he has recharged the monthly card for three months and bought it. Alchemy Doll Skin, I would really be reluctant to give up this game.

"Here, your cards." Suddenly, a deck of cards was handed to him.

The hidden old man looked up and saw that the person holding the card was the short boy who bumped into him before.

"Ahhh! It's you!" The hidden old man suddenly jumped up, "It's you who took my card!"

"Yes, it's me." To his surprise, the NPC boy admitted simply, "You are too unsuspecting and too easy to steal, but then again, you are a person with nothing but broken cards. There’s really no need to be wary.”

The hidden old man endured it, took the cards and put them back into his pocket, without telling the NPC boy who seemed to be wearing a bracelet how expensive this deck of cards was.

"Who are you?" The hidden old man asked curiously. He always felt that this NPC had a mission.

"My name is Ajan. I am a slave and a thief." Ajan said.

"Thief?!" The hidden old man's eyes lit up, what a new profession! Could it be the new mentor?

But is the new mentor actually a slave? This background story is a bit special!

At this moment, the hidden old man's player system rang: "Congratulations to the player for triggering a new profession: thief. This profession and fortune teller belong to different branches of the same god class. After accepting this task, the original fortune teller task will become invalid."

The hidden old man's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he almost immediately clicked the button to accept the request.

The fortune teller will definitely not be able to play anymore, but the thief, this is a thief! What kind of fortune teller are you playing? Thieves are what his heart desires!

"So you are really a thief professional mentor?!" The hidden old man looked at Arang and said excitedly.

Arang was confused. He had just arrived. He had not received NPC training and had not had much dealings with the lord's adventurers. He had only stolen from people who were poorer than himself, and he chased them out because of some uneasy conscience.

However, he still understands the words thief and mentor.

"I'm not a mentor, I'm just a slave." Arang repeated, then hesitated and added: "But as compensation for stealing your things, as long as you promise not to report me, I can teach you something. Tips for stealing things.”

——Isn’t this the mentor?

The hidden old man thought.