Dungeon Master Makeup Money (formerly known as Dungeon Master Funding)

Transferring in front of a metastatic crystal on the twelfth floor underground, you can see the adventurer desperately looking for the desired herb - Riel Grass.

When I was peeking at the bottom, the sight I could see from it was pouring into my head with perspectives everywhere. When I actually see it with my own eyes compared to then, I get a completely different feeling.

- Ugly.

The way the adventurer was staring at the ground with his blood eyes was too desperate, a little scary.

Well, I should be ugly enough because I'm going to do business with such an adventurer.

"Oh, your brother's here, too"

An adventurer called out when he realized I'd been transferring. An adventurer who was in the guild today.

"Yes, but you're all desperately looking"

"Well. The guild bought it for three times what it normally does, so they all look for it with blood eyes. You've already collected the quantity you need."

You didn't calculate the area.

I simply don't know how much reel grass there is overall because I grew it everywhere.

Well, that's not what the Alliance thinks around here.

"What's wrong with your brother being here at this hour, too? We've already collected the nearby Riel grass."

"You're not going to do anything about emergency requests. I think I'll start a little business."

"Business?"

Ignoring an adventurer who doesn't know what he's going to do, moving a little further away, he takes the seat out of the storage ring and leaves a potion bottle on top of it.

That number - fifty.

Several adventurers began to gather in the sight of the sudden appearance of objects.

"Now, you all will have come out without preparing any big things for the sudden request. So I'd like to sell this from me."

This - many adventurers watched the potion.

Anyway, they had left the guild to compete and came to the labyrinth with only the minimum necessary preparation, such as equipment.

For this reason, there was a lack of objects to restore health and magic like potions.

"But selling is taking money."

"I'm not exactly going to send out a single piece of silver coin to sell what I bought for free."

The words gave the men a frightened look.

It's true that I want potion, but I don't imitate it like I want to, for that matter.

But I want you to feel safe. It doesn't bother me.

"Right. I bought a potion for one silver coin, so let's sell it for one silver coin and one big copper coin."

The adventurers who heard the words were pokans.

Sold at 10% more of the cost purchased.

If you go back to the city of Alistair, you can buy it for one piece of silver coin, but you can buy it on the spot by simply adding one piece of brass coin to it.

"Hey, that'll only make you one big copper coin."

"You sure are. But if you sell 50 copies of one big copper coin, you'll make 50 big copper coins."

"You're right..."

"I have a storage ring, so it's almost like I'm coming with my bare hands where I can't help but carry fifty bottles, usually. There's no big difference between a profit for one bottle and a profit for fifty bottles. The cost I bore was the strength I used to travel to the labyrinth."

They heard my words and convinced the adventurers why they were less profitable.

Again, I was getting a storage ring and I was right.

"Now, if we're going to continue our exploration after this, you guys should need potions, but does anyone need them?

An adventurer pays one silver coin and one big copper coin after another to take the potion to my inquiry.

Within minutes, all the potions were gone from my hand. Instead, there were fifty more silver coins and fifty more big copper coins.

"Thank you"

I get in a good mood and collect the sheets, and when I pack the silver coins and the big copper coins in the cloth bag, I go back to the transfer crystal.

"Now that the business is over, I'm leaving."

'Metastases' are used while touching the metastatic crystals to the lowest level. It would have looked like the adventurers who were watching me headed to the first basement.

But I was showing my cloth bag to brag about the labyrinth nucleus that appeared in front of me.

"Look at that. I earned 50 silver coins and 50 big copper coins in that instant."

'Damn, I'll do it well. And I don't have my hands on it. "

The potion itself was purchased at a city toolstore, but for the money to buy it, the labyrinth took it out of the toolbox (treasure box) and paid for it.

"That's okay. Money is worth it when you spend it."

Inside the toolbox is not only what I have, but the gold and silver treasures obtained by the Labyrinth remain intact.

There are numerous adventurers who have been breathless in the labyrinth, and even if the body was left intact, it is swallowed up by the labyrinth and disappears when structural changes occur. Items that contain as much magic as equipment and magic tools are disassembled to become the magic consumed by the labyrinth. However, it remained intact without absorbing the money and could be freely removed by using the toolbox.

The treasures accumulated in those ways for hundreds of years were thousands of gold coins alone.

"There's never been a labyrinth who profits this way before."

How much magic can you invite and consume adventurers?

They've been thinking about that all along, but that's not enough.

"I get my money this way because of this. Just put the money in the chest and leave it on the top floor, and many adventurers will catch it."

"I'll leave it to you to decide how to run it. But what do you want with all that change?

The toolbox is packed with money that just seems like a tiny amount of silver coins.

"No, because when it comes to coin making, I'm here. What I really wanted to do was give them the potion."

…… Do that and what will it be?

"Well, watch."

Like me, the labyrinth nucleus begins to see what's happening on the twelfth floor underground.

There, the adventurers who bought the potion were patiently drinking up the unsavory.

"All right, now we can continue our quest."

"I bought two bottles so I can stay up all night today."

The adventurers rushed out of the spot and headed towards the back of Meadow Field.

The adventurers I sold out were about to run out of magic and were trying to get home from the labyrinth using metastatic crystals. I didn't bring a potion-like healing pill because I rushed out.

I'm blinded by the rewards of such an urgent request. What would happen if they could continue their exploration?

As I expected, you continued your quest.

"I see. That's what I'm saying."

He also understood what I did with the labyrinth nucleus.

"The greatest benefit to us is the magic we get from adventurers, not money. The longer they stay, the greater the profit we get. After that, even if we keep quiet, we can make a profit."

I've been in trouble all morning being entrusted with the guild master of the Adventurer Alliance.

"This is..."

The guild had materials brought in by adventurers returning early in the morning - I was busy buying Riel grass.

No, I knew I was going to be busy because I sent out urgent requests and stuff.

The problem was the amount of material brought in.

My client, a young man from a disease-endemic village, asked me to prepare some reel grass for about fifty people who were not available in the city. The fact that it was urgent and necessary resulted in the client paying more and paying more.

Initially planned, they still thought that the required number would not be gathered.

It was just an idea to the point of paying more if someone was lucky enough to have it.

But the gear went crazy where one adventurer said it was obtained in the labyrinth.

It was Reel Grass for fifty people who said they needed a client and would pay for it. For the remaining fifty Riel grasses, the guild was to pay for them and buy them for three times the normal amount.

The client received more intermediary fees and so on, but there was no doubt that it would still result in an obvious deficit.

"How come the next problem comes..."

In front of me was a report from an adventurer who sent me to investigate what was inside yesterday morning.

- Demons erupt in the woods near the village of Dayton.