Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core (Book Version Title: A Different World Dungeon Made with the Devil)

Just on the day that Kiwi Kuma Crowe had investigated the transformed minerals in Moreau's twin dungeons, there was a party consisting of carriages and horseback riders that proceeded along the streets of the suburbs of Elgin into the Pokri Pokri and Peace Lane.

There is no need to mention it here, but this party had a distinctive feature that set it apart from other caravans. To put it bluntly, it is its membership.

At the forefront of the group is a plain tailored but elegant carriage. Luxury seems to be in terms of function, and the body of the vehicle does not sway even though it is travelling on a bad road. What kind of ingenuity do you have? If you have eyes, it is a promise. At the helm is a sharp, skinny man with a young and elderly face. Apparently, it's a scouting position, judging from the way he's watching, but Burt said it quickly.

Yes, this was Hans' dungeon carriage.

Even so, there was still a problem with the faces on the rough carriage that served as a party. He serves as the first squad leader of the 5th Company of the 1st Battalion of the Kingdom of Illustria and the 2nd Platoon of the Infantry. Next to him was a Monk soldier who was supposed to be in the same 1st battalion but in a different platoon. Inside the carriage is Boris Carlock, the commander of the 5th Infantry Platoon of the 1st Battalion.

Yes, this was the "Son of Trouble" sent by General Rover to check the road. Reversing Boris' special ability (?) to be prone to minor trouble, he was tasked with a modest but important task of checking in advance where something could go wrong. By the way, Monk is accompanying him because he bought the painting talent, and it is used to accurately draw and record the situation of the place to be reported to the nation.

Even so, the two riders accompanying him in a way that was sandwiched between them were also problematic, although Boris and his colleagues were probably not aware of the fact.

Sir Vilcourt Karlsen, a foreign affairs officer sent by Morphan to coordinate the Princess's studies next year, and one of his followers.

The question of why Hans and his party are in such a strange place now will come to mind. It was Lotcliffe that Hans and the others were here a month ago. Wasn't Noland's border crossing between his eyes and his nose?

To answer that question, it will be a little longer, but I'll go back and follow their journey until Hans leaves the town of Wallenbeek.

Hans and the others pulled out the town of Wallenbeek so as not to catch people's eye, but it was about to arrive in late September. From there we arrived in Tula in about a week, and two days after that we fired Tula.

And --- the problem here was the location of the Lotto Cliffs, or more precisely, the road to it.

If you just go to Rotocliff, you can go to the Muslim side along the border between Morphan and Islamaphan, but the route is a narrow mountain diameter (Yamamichi), so you can't go through carriages.

If you're going to go to Lottocliffe in a carriage, you'll have to go back to Neuwalde and take the narrow side road to Lottocliffe. Therefore, Hans, who had no other choice, naturally chose this route... but when he got to Neuwald, the Adventurer's Guild asked if they could help him transport supplies.

At any rate, for next year's Princess study abroad, the development of the streets has begun due to the fact that there is no such thing as mud ropes, so the manpower and means of transportation are insufficient. Rather than the hand of a cat, the hand of a mouse... No, if you can borrow it, you want to borrow it with the hand of a golden worm. That's why I thought that the straw would also borrow it, and it depended on how the adventurers called out to the carriages of the kites.

Even though I was surprised to receive an unexpected request, I decided that it would be more beneficial in the long run to have a good relationship with the Morphin Adventurer's Guild. Hans -- he was the owner of the horse-drawn carriage at first. I received the request only for five days, but even that was very much appreciated by the guild.

On the sixth day after leaving the town of Neuwalde, Hans arrived at the memorial Rotocliffe. Therefore, I have already mentioned the unexpected and the matters involved in this. And he tarried in Lotcliffe for six days, and on the seventh day he went out toward Neuwalde, and stood.

Seven days later, I arrived in the town of Neuwalde again... As the readers had imagined, I was again wept by the Adventurer's Guild, and I was again the wing of the transport request.

Well, I spent my time like this, and almost a month after I left Lotto Cliff, today, I'm on my way to Ergin.

I think you've been convinced of the schedule issue, but what happened was that the team went along with the Muslim fans and the Morphans... and its origins go back to the situation on the Morphans' side.