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

"Hey, what's a chapel, is it good in this direction?

"Hopefully the right place they taught me at the tavern... isn't that it?

The two perfectly familiar Dar and Krushank had come to Elgin after a brief disguise. This time, by the way, not a pair, but a soldier by the name of Monk together. This was because both of them filed a motion to draw a sketch of the cleric apprentice in question on this assignment. The candidates were quick because General Rover and Sir Warren had recognized sketch as one of the key skills for scouts since the other day's chatter. It depended on S (or) Kuku, and it depended on the accompaniment of a monk soldier who excelled in painting.

"There are quite a few people in and out. Cancer."

"There are so many sub-people... it's impossible to sneak up on them."

"So let's go with the second proposal. Monk, open your eyes and observe."

With a clear face - all the Monk soldiers were a little anxious - they went to the prayer hall, and when they went inside, offered a cleric-like man a few rewards.

"Are you a believer?

"No, I'm sorry, but I'm not. I came to this town on a commercial basis, and I thought I'd say thank you and wish you all the best on your way home, seeing that there was a prayer house here every now and then."

"I'm not being careless, but I'm going to say hello to the god I saw you on the way."

"I see. Some of those people do that a lot. Mild God needs a tolerant one. Praying in good faith won't hurt your mood."

A young cleric explains with a slight accent on the word sincerity (...). Having sensibly perceived its intentions, Dar decides to increase the amount of the charity. By the way, Dar is in charge of managing the money during the mission because Krushank's money is one thing I don't trust right now - and he admits this - too. Anyway, when Krushank grabbed his wallet before, he even ran out of more than half of his money at the tavern the first night. Well, I was able to hear enough of that overnight, but Dar, who was feathery enough to walk the rest of the day with an empty stomach, declared that he would not let the Golden Wheel Inter-Curshank have his turn for gold.

Little, but when Dar graciously receives the offering, the young cleric speaks to the boy who was cleaning in the corner of the room.

"Mallow, show these people around"

The boy, called Mallow, guides the three to the altar in a handful with Pecori. The face still young, the luxurious skeleton, the hair of the salad, the slightest attitude, and the fact that some women only looked at it for ornamental purposes. The three are not to be distracted, but firmly, burn the boy's phase style into his eyes.

Worship of the Mild God - Dar thanks you for completing his mission - and greets (greets) the young cleric again.

"Thank you for your help"

"No, there are times when whoever it is wants to be with God. That's when there's a place of worship for those people."

"I may ask you again when you leave this town, may I?

"I don't mind."

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Putting up the undisturbed ambush of a revisit, the three leave the chapel. At this time, even the three of them did not realize that some of their eyes were pouring on them. No...

"What's up? Krushank."

"No... I have a strange chill."

"... Actually, I've just been a little bit myself. Is it a cold?

"Both of you? I'm nothing, okay?

"Nantka won't catch a cold."

"... you also say Nantka will catch a summer cold?

"... have you seen it?

"Of course I did."

"They were all eager to stare at you, Mallow."

"Mr. Mallow, you're so cute."

"So, which do you think is the fate?

"Choi, isn't someone who looks bad going to be a painting?

"How about a tall guy who looks serious? Yeah, that could be a hell of a rejection."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a little unreliable wind? I was staring at you most enthusiastically, Mallow."

... Some official women rumored to be in the Adventurers Guild were interested in a conversation the Dars might graduate from if they heard. I didn't know our reconnaissance operations were uninterruptedly interpreted obliquely - fortunately - without realizing it until the end... And at the dawn of the Worship House Return, the three rumors left the Worship House without expecting to throw further fuel on some special hobby women.