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

In the eyes of the clowns staring at the screen with a chill in the heart - just a little fed up - was the figure of an old grey-haired man driving through a wagon that felt like a walrus sleeper (every time) - not a horse pulling, but a donkey horse (bubble).

The old man called out loud, unsuitable for the year, when he admitted to the appearance of three adventurers sitting beside Crevas.

"Uh-oh, no, Mylah, Richu."

"... who?

"Oh."

"It's Grandpa Coates."

The old man stops the carriage next to Krevas - the one pulling it is the donkey horse (bubble) - and breaks the rapport (so on) and talks.

"Ho ho, you look good."

"Grandpa, why are you here?

"What, when I stopped by the guild, I heard you guys were headed here. I thought I'd come over to Rock Mountain. It's not the first time you've met a young man over there. I'm a merchant named Coates, and I get my work turned around by the Alliance sometimes."

"It's Enri. You seem familiar with the two of us, but that's all you got here?

"I'm just a little bit involved in this one. I just wanted to know what kind of fall it was."

"With that said, your grandfather heard the same thing in the northern village."

"Hey, has Grandpa been around here before?

"Oh, I'm a businessman. I've been around here a couple of times."

"I was about to close the corner... and my troublesome grandfather was squeaking out."

'Can you clean it up? Dear Crowe'

"Depends on the situation. I'd like to avoid any trouble... '

"Ahhh, that stupid donkey horse, the bush at the entrance!

"We were healing..."

"Master, that stupid donkey horse, you can cook it, right?

'I haven't even figured out how I feel... but wait a minute. Depending on the wind direction of the story, let's have it steak.'

Because it's nothing but a vermin, like a herbivore who devours plants grown in corners to our faces.

"… So, Grandpa, it seems that I heard the 'thunder' in question around here. Has anything changed compared to Grandpa's memory?

"No, this place has been like this for a long time. A little grass grows in rainy years, but mostly in wasteland like this, no water plants, no deliberate stopovers."

"Are you sure there's nothing? The shape of the rocky mountain has changed..."

"... no, as before. Nothing has changed."

"And then... what am I supposed to report to the guild?

"I didn't see anything suspicious, I'll have to report it."

"Hmm... I thought it might have been the sound of the rocky mountain collapse... but it didn't seem the same."

"Oh, there's no part of me that seems to have collapsed recently"

"Suppose... maybe it collapsed in the crack. I heard a lot of noise inside..."

As the old man stepped out of the carriage, he went closer as if trying to peek into the crack. But...

"All right. You can't hear that much noise so far away. Even Grandpa heard about it in the north village."

When the old man stopped walking at Myra's words, he scratched his head and returned his heel.

"It sure is. At least it sounds louder than lightning."

"With no suspicions on the ground... thunder after all?

"Maybe so. There are many strange things in the world. Now, you guys, if you're going back to town, you want to take a ride?

"Are you sure? Let's just say it's sweet."

The adventurers and the old man left.

Eat up all the greenery around Crevasse.