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

Two days later, in a great hurry, I created about seventy round balls, large and small, consisting of various types of stones, of which I took about fifty to the place where I met Horn.

"Horn... long time no see... you seem tired of something?

"... in shame... it's hard for the women of the village to tell me..."

No, it's not my fault, is it?

"... I've managed to get fifty for now. I've tried a variety of different sizes and types, but all values are the same."

"Thank you. Now...... I will give you fifty silver coins. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"What, you're responsible for setting the fire, and don't worry about it. I also stood to see where the original stone was obtained. We can supply it steadily."

"... I apologize for the overlap... the women just got extra greedy... and the spiritual user bothered me..."

"No, it was convenient."

"What?"

Explain this situation briefly to Horn, who looks strange.

"... I see. Such things happen in Edge Village..."

"Oh, I just gave it to you to thank you for taking care of me, but I hear the pedestrian caught my eye. I hear you've been very brazen about me."

"Well, if you get all those round balls out in a country like this, can you look at them"

"But I just left for Elgin the other day..."

I told Horn the act I saw in Elgin.

"... a pedestrian makes contact with an elf in our village?

"And I thought, to hear about you the other day, it could have been another village elf. I thought it was a Silva Forest elf because I had round balls."

"Either way, he wants to use our village to deviate from Edge Village..."

"Oh, that's a good story about bugs, can't you ask for them?

"If we can just process round balls that have been conceded and worn by spiritual users to help us trade them properly, everyone in the village will be happy. Especially since it's like the women got the big nickname to get round balls... if they want a steady supply, the pressure on them might drop a little..."

"Keep, well, think about it anyway"

"Then hurry back to the village."

"Oh, I expect a colorful reply"

Two days later, Horn contacted me and told me that the elves had given their consent. As expected, the women's snorts were amazing.

Either way, now we have the merchant pursuit in hand. Our peaceful lives were protected.

... Yes, I thought.