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

I didn't know where to talk, but the man's identity is too prominent. I'm catching the passers-by's attention, so I'm going to talk quietly in the library lobby. This guy wouldn't be shouting either here.

"So?"

"Yeah. Like I said, I'm the third son of a country lord. I'm doing a museum with uneasiness unrelated to my inheritance, but I just decided to write a book. So I'd like to ask you to illustrate it."

Ho, a musician's egg? If you're sure of your identity, you're likely to be able to use it. That (...) Holbeck - unless it's inside the lord's body....... yeah? Get the book out?

"Do you write handwritten manuscripts when nobles give out books?

"No, the manuscript is handwritten, but I'll do the printing in copper. I'd like you to do the original."

Wow... bronze plates are etching or engraving. So how much for printing a whole book, nobleman?

"That would eat quite a bit of time. I'll be leaving when winter breaks, so I was wondering if I could help."

"Are you in a hurry?!?

"I don't have a particular destination, because it's a journey that people ask me to do"

I try to say no because of the circumstances, but I ask you to draw the original painting alone first. No, I haven't even heard what you draw, me.

"Yeah, it's mostly bugs I'm looking into, but if you're interested in anything else, I'm gonna stick my neck in anything."

Oh, that's a nasty type.

"Bugs?"

"Yes! Have you ever cared about the beauty of worms? The metallic glow of the cobwebs, the rich colour of the chow, the strange shape of the tuna zemi, etc. are intriguing enough to know…"

Oh, this guy's a maniac. My voice is getting louder. When she was embarrassed to talk quietly, she mumbled like she was in a panic.

"And anyway, I want you to do it."

"Why, to yourself?

"I saw the work. That's the best part. There is no other painter in this town who seems to be able to use it. Always look at this guy. Paint a nasty picture..."

I see. Is scientific fine painting still underdeveloped in this country? That's when you saw my painting. Does this go hand in hand with reopening and using painting as a help to your income? If this is really Lord Holbeck's third son, at least we know who he is. It might also be useful to know a musician. And then, how often does this guy get back to Elgin? I bowl it over there and it's a hassle.

"If it's your lord's son, why don't you rely on your father's hand? There will be painters in your territory who are better than you."

"No, no, no. Do you want to grow a decent scholar and painter in such a country? I haven't been home in seven years."

Well, you don't have to go home first. If so... do you want to hear the opinions of the other kids?

"It's not something I can answer right here on this occasion. I beg your pardon."

"Yeah! I'm expecting a colorful reply"