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

"If you are poor, don't pass." Don't look at this adage today.

A miracle reminds me of my grandfather, who died seven years ago. When I was discerning the shape, I must have picked up my grandfather's uniform and everything. I didn't have a pistol or a military knife, but you still got it because it seemed interesting. There must have been some military shoes in there...

I rush back to the apartment and pull the old luggage (chorizo) out of the back of the locker. Fishing the contents... There it is! My grandfather's military shoes! Thank you, my grandfather! The size seems to fit somehow. The laces are worn out and the leather is completely stiff, but if you manage to take care of them there...

'I will. Alchemy huh?'

At some point Rye - no, are they all here - who had come here exactly about the indoors gave me an idea.

Alchemy, activate!

I know it was pretty high, but to my surprise, the alchemy was activated properly and the leather was softer so that it could be seen differently. Shoelaces that were worn out are back as new at some point. Is this okay, Alchemy?

"I think I can wear it somehow."

"Master, now, is everything resolved?

No, there are no more shoes here. I'm worried about this one leg, and first of all, I'm worried about when it's going to fall out, even though it's as young as new. It's a decision to go out of town and buy shoes. "

"You've only got enough to wear to town."

So, we're going back to the golden plan.

I have secured my shoes for the moment, so I should have gone back to the golden measures...

"Master, what is this?

"That's a lunchbox. In the battlefield, we cooked rice.

"Yes, this. Huh?"

"Helmet, that's what you call an iron helmet. I protected my head from this."

'Master, what is this?

'That's a medal. Grandfather, did you get a medal... It's a reward for a man of war. "

'Lord, what is this?

It's a pod for a type 38 small gun. Uh-huh, I don't know what to explain... '

Everyone was intrigued by the contents of the luggage, so I brought every luggage into the cave and spread it out. I can't see Haifa in the apartment.

'Your husband... the... wrapper... what is it?

Yeah? Isn't this... a gunsword? My grandfather, you had this...

'That's a kind of military knife. Put this place on like a gun... a cane.'

You're not too rusty. You want me to take it instead of a amulet?

Thanks to my grandfather for saving me today. Let's remember Buddha before we go to bed.