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

On the first day of the May festival, I was sneaking Rye and Keane into my nostalgia for the festival... or watching the store open. I was thinking about inviting around Lupa to take a look around...

When Lupa and I were invited to the mansion in front of us a while ago, the May Festival came to the fore. To say that they don't like it with their mouths together, they don't have time to look around at will in the time of the May festival, either packing it in a mansion to entertain the nobles they visit from other towns, or guiding the visitors around to see the May festival. Since Banks is not a noble territory, but a free city, it seems that the entertainment or social work that a lord should normally carry out comes to "members of a noble society" such as Ogata and Lupa. It's troublesome, but if you neglect this, it involves the evaluation of the town itself called Banks, so the two explained in a soft-hearted tone that they are nicely stabbed with nails by the town's leading men.

"But... that's a pretty good crowd"

"But it doesn't extend to the" hatsmoude "of the master's world, does it?

'Hey... isn't that a favorite battle?

Here at the May Festival in Banks, they decorate the altars with branches of young trees picked from the mountains and dance around them. While I was sleeping, the ritual of decorating the young branches was over, but I would like to see this as the inhabitants dance around it in circles to share the power of the young branches wrapped around the mountains from time to time for three days. In small villages and elsewhere, all villagers dance in circles, but in towns as big as Banks, residents' representatives say they dance. Yo (more) also today (Sakon) seems to have often asked people to dance by prioritizing looks or inviting one of the travel actors. Festivals follow the same path everywhere...

I have started demon props for photography just like I did at New Year's Festival, and if I had dizzy food, I would buy them, but somehow it's hard to transfer them out of sight because there are so many people. I tried to use portable gates as a next good measure... but it's unnatural to think of skewering as a nostalgia for confectionery. In the end, it was difficult to use the gate until it moved invisible, and it was not as usable as I had hoped. Well, that's not why I assumed this kind of usage from the beginning.

"You're so crowded, Master."

"It's hot."

"Oh, don't even see a lot of shops selling drinks because of that."

"Ah! Master, that shop, the crowd is amazing!

'That's true... that uniform...'

"Oh, at the tea shop."

"You've attracted a lot of customers since day one..."

'Would you like to go? Master. "

'No... all right. On the day you get into that crowd, you're not gonna be peddled.'

"It's possible..."

Continue through the crisp tea stand buried in the crowd. After walking for about an hour, he came across the store again where the guests were killing him. Earlier tee stands were marked by female and child guests, but this one, by contrast, is full of male guests.

"Don't be anticipating what store..."

"It's Bill's shop."

"While the sun was still high, it was booze..."

To say a word for the inhabitants of different worlds, I usually don't imitate with them that they roll out to the liquor store while the yang is still high. This time, the wings are removed because of the May Festival, and most importantly, the liquor called beer was rare. If there is simply strong bitterness, there is no such flavor in Yale. However, in addition to that, there has never been an analogy in the past with well-cooled carbonated liquor, and it has been impossible for high-profile people to order it.

'Wow... you're so hot'

"What I'm selling is supposed to be a cold drink..."

The fact that it is "cold" is a cause of the crowd, but Crowe, who is a modern Japanese, doesn't understand one thing about it right now. If you want to get something cold in this world at a time other than winter, you have to chill it with ice stored in an ice room (rather), or with magic or magic props. There is no connection between ordinary people, such as the use of ice rooms. The number of magicians who can use the magic of cooling is small, and they will not undertake food and beverage cooling in the first place. Props are possible, but without magic and advanced knowledge it is difficult to make, and if you try to buy it, you will pay for the amount of money your eyeballs are going to pop up... it should be.

The sub-humans (non-fumes) have casually provided the "ice room" - the reality of which is a freezer using portable gates and dungeon magic - and cold magic props to skip the problem without bitterness, but it is a technological innovation that would not be strange for the country to embark on. Incidentally, in the report sent to Theodoram's home country, emphasis was placed on sugar and beer matters, and the temperature was not mentioned or only touched very briefly. So even in Theodoram's own country, this issue was completely out of consciousness.

"... that painting is particularly exciting"

"Just a little uncle."

"Ah, you're a dwarf"

Dwarf!? I knew it existed...

In a single painting with the crows' eyes on it, five to six small and hairy... in short, the dwarves as imagined, this was again raising the meters as imagined. When you talk about something, cheer up and hit the beer mag, emptying the mag with momentum that you're likely to hear a pseudonym called Goggo. Looking at one barrel on the table and about two more rolls under the table, I guess that means we're currently attacking the third barrel.

"The three barrels are empty early in the opening... is the quantity okay?

Worried Crowe, but it is to be assumed that the Dwarves, the same swallowing guard for the Elves of Drun, will be involved. When they emerge, I read that this Banks would be relatively close to both the King's Capital and the village of Doran, and I allocate a lot of beer here in particular. Somewhat excessive, beer with hops is less Nippon (also) than conventional ales. There was no problem.

"Well, it's a shame, but it's time to lift your hips."

"Right. Don't let us alone this delicious drink... it's not just the mountains that want to do it... it's benevolent to drink."

"Most importantly, this A... So, did you get a beer? If this guy gets a reputation, he could be sold in other towns."

"Hmm. We can't let Dwarves get in the way of booze business. No."

"Store owner, don't come back tomorrow."

"Thank you. We look forward to seeing you again."

The dwarves, who unexpectedly showed a good understanding, left lightly because of their satisfaction.

"You said you'd be back tomorrow (...)..."

'What's wrong? Master?'

"Oh, I guess coming back tomorrow means you're not coming tonight, right? I think the liquor store is open at night, but does avoiding it mean that we stay long enough to have an obstacle to the store's business?

'... you're surprisingly attentive...'

'Oh, I was afraid it would grow roots exactly...'

Well, it's also possible that he chose to drink calmly before he ran out of booze...

"... Whatever, both the tea stand and the beer garden, that's an excellent slip out"