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

"Hey, I made some money, I made some money"

In front of me is a pile of gold coins packed in a big toolbox.

That's a national budget. If you make money at this rate, you're going to get your hands on labyrinth expansion.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have some information to organize."

"I'll meet you later, too."

Lie down on the couch.

I was tired of brainwork I wasn't used to.

I almost leave everything to her because I'm good at this kind of thing, but if I'm going to negotiate directly with the King because I've been known to be the Lord, I have to negotiate in a position.

"Is that okay? Make this kind of money."

"Hmm?"

Sylvia cared about the way people would fit into their weakness.

My stomach has also become very noticeable since I am already in my seventh month of pregnancy. I didn't want to put too much effort into it, so I tried not to get involved with the Rangen family, but I separated it, so I was showing results with my reports.

"That's okay. We need to make the most of the information we get."

Two months after devastating the Rangen clan's lair.

The information seized from the inside was so vast that it took time to scrutinize and organize the information, but I was able to organize it until I finally sold it to people.

First, the friendliest Duchy of Ishgalia.

I can say it's friendly because I have Mr. Mishrina, who is more of a 'Virgin' than a good friend with the country, but he made me sell the information through 'Virgin'. She gave me a discount because she taught me a lot about friendship pricing and handling information.

It nevertheless succeeded in withdrawing its rewards from the national budget.

This succeeded in compensating for the magic of the material.

And he withdrew his reward from his own country, the Kingdom of Metis.

Here again, I was rewarded comparable to the state budget, so I was profited.

"They've been very helpful, too."

Still, I haven't recovered the magic I consumed to [summon] the Immortal Emperor (Undead Emperor).

There's too much going on over there, so I'm gonna have to take it back slowly.

"So, what's going on with the Lengen clan at heart?

"You want to go check it out?

Of course, I'm not going to go see him in person.

[Transfer] to the lowest level of the labyrinth.

This is the easiest and safest place to monitor what is happening in the labyrinth.

Using a labyrinth operation, a translucent plate is displayed, reflecting what is happening on the 61st basement floor.

"... you've changed a lot."

Previously, the 61st basement floor was a place where the plains out of reach were just spreading and nothing, but now the fields were plowed and sprouted from the ground. First of all, it's time to harvest as a result of giving farming tools and crops that can be harvested in the short term.

"That's the labyrinth. If we farm fully, we'll have a short time to harvest."

Labyrinth, which was originally an evacuation facility.

Sometimes the labyrinth is rich in magic and crops grow fast.

"Are you okay?

"I have no nutritional or taste problems. But don't shy away from eating after you find out I've grown up at an unusual rate, too."

It's a human being to shy away from knowing it's an anomaly even if he knows there's no problem.

It's the same with the Lengens left in the labyrinth.

……

Still, they harvest silently.

I couldn't help but eat even if I was disgusted.

The reason is simply because there were few other foods. Marshland Field has no trouble with food because if you dig the ground, it can be filled with edible objects or made into trees. It's about a few people. Exactly not powerful enough to feed more than a hundred people.

The result - they had to speak even of unusual things.

I have no choice but to live.

'We have to work hard. Even for those who sacrificed...'

Driven by something like a sense of purpose, it keeps eating indifferently.

"Why..."

"Do you have any idea how many Rangen clans there are in the labyrinth right now?

"Uh..."

Sylvia doesn't grasp it.

Still, if you ask the labyrinth nucleus, it tells you the exact number.

Returned is the number '134'.

"That's increasing?

It was' 131 people 'who brought them from the inside to the labyrinth.

"No, it's increasing or decreasing."

"To?"

I've only brought 131 people here.

But before that, he also merged the survivors of the eleven who had infiltrated Alistair, bringing them to 142.

Subsequently, those confident in strength were to go for the 60th basement floor with a view to escaping from the labyrinth. But not a single one has returned. They kept waiting with hope to come back.

However, ten days after I left, I gave up by the time I didn't come home.

That is never a mistake.

Instead of reaching the 60th basement floor, they were dead under demonic raids about five kilometers from where the clans were being held in their territory.

It hasn't been an hour since I left the inside.

Eight people who left at that time were sacrificed.

This is why we're 134.

"The first prediction was that a dozen people would fall out of here."

The closed environment of the labyrinth is painful for humans.

And sudden changes can cause you to fall ill.

I thought there were a few people who would fall off because of those multiple circumstances, but contrary to expectations, they were all adapting to the labyrinth environment.

"After all, thanks to daily training to be able to infiltrate various places as spies,"

I was able to seize all the manuals to train spies from the inside, so I checked them, but I gave up reading them on the way to train them too hard.

At least I don't think I'm going to reproduce the manual.

But it is also true that we are able to adapt to the labyrinth thanks to such training.

The Rangen clan uses the harvested vegetables to simmer the pan.

Harvesting is now possible, but more than a hundred people will not keep it unless they live together and save money in order to live on their own.

Eat boiled soup.

"Delicious."

"Yeah!"

Two girls who know nothing are laughing at each other innocently.

Because we know that the ingredients used in the soup are crops that we have grown so hard with our own hands, it feels better than any we have ever eaten.

"But it's not enough..."

He was dissatisfied that it wasn't enough for the kids growing up.

"I'm sorry. That's all I've got."

"Eh."

Booing comes up from the kids but I can't say anything back to the mothers.

This is the result of our choosing nothing for ourselves and we give up that we have no choice but to accept it.

In fact, I wasn't willing to let go of something so convenient.

"That's like they've endured tough training as spies. High-ranking adventurers with the amount of magic they get."

The kids are just as common as the kids, but from the adults they all had a magic 100 to 200 a day as well.

It's usually a good place to make money because it keeps me in the labyrinth, considering that I'm going back out of the labyrinth where it's worn out.

"That's just how pathetic it sounds to see an innocent look on that kid's face."

"I know it's pathetic, but there's no benefit in getting it out of the labyrinth. If I can get out on my own, I'm gonna forgive you, but I'm not gonna imitate what I'm gonna get out of you."

It's not going to be a reason to let go because they're going to be able to start expanding the labyrinth in just a few years.

Besides, it's time to stop helping.

I had placed edible nuts, vegetables, etc. somewhat in an easy to find place to be self-sufficient, but since I was able to welcome my first harvest, I should have no problem leaving it to the natural stream in the future.

"A little, would you mind?

It seems that Melissa had been checking on the Rangen clan for a long time.

"What's up?

"I have received an invitation from Emperor Glenvarga."