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

The Yale merchant from Theodoram, who came from Gregorum, had twisted his neck (a strand) at the Yale Tavern, which he opened at the venue of the May Festival - like a temporarily installed beer garden. It's only the first day of the May festival, and Yang is still expensive. I don't know if you care, but I feel like the sale is worse than usual.

That said, it's not like there's an idle bird ringing. The seats are properly filled, and the guests are visiting accordingly. But just a little bit worse than usual, I feel like the customer is moving badly...

"I think too much, Store Manager. If you want to drink ale, you have to come here."

Theodoram had built large state-owned breweries in or near major domestic and international trading cities, and had succeeded in nearly driving out the targeted city's liquor industry by supplying large quantities of ale at low prices, which were made from cheap wheat from their own country. Although shipping costs are expensive, they were generated by thin profits and offset shipping costs. More importantly, once they had driven their competitors away, they could then arbitrarily determine prices, so they could recover their investment even if they were forced to do so somewhat in the early days. There was no better way to fathom a weaker private brewery than with the huge capital of the country - whatever the face - behind it.

Regardless, a formal protest was made by the city or country concerned, but when it was disputed whether the state (...) would interfere with the economic activities of private (...) vendors, it was forced to speak (grunt). Even if the brewery is state-owned, the merchants who deal with it - albeit ostensibly only - are in the shape of private contractors.

Theodrum did this kind of a-rowing harassment - and it is commonly seen - to gather information, unlike in the eyes of the public. The ancient tavern is important as a place to gather information, but it is also a lot of hassle to keep intelligence there all at once. If you build your own tavern, and if you make sure that guests have to gather there. Because of this somewhat flighty idea, this plan was carried out. The plan was successful and Theodoram had gained a base of convenient intelligence-gathering - not military intelligence, etc., but economic intelligence - and an irresistible influence on the food and beverage industry of the city in question… until this date.

When the sun went down and the Swallow Guards moved in earnest, the manager was now clearly aware of the discomfort he felt before noon. In the first place, there is also a theory that we will consume surplus wheat this time. In addition to setting the price of ales at a lower price, we also offer a variety of discount offers to sell out large quantities of hauled ales. Even though it should be sold more often than usual, if you open the lid, it will sell worse than usual. There must be some cause, but we don't have enough people to turn around to find out, even though there are fewer customers in there than expected.

"I have no choice. Let's inspect some people around noon tomorrow to get through this tonight. We have to find out where our guests are."

"How many do you turn?

"Three or four pairs. But at the same time, not at the same time, I think I'm out of time."

"Understood."

"Oh, and keep an eye out for the conversations the guests are having tonight, okay? It might contain some hints."

It was not until a little while later that the manager's instructions played their part and the clerk - who was Theodoram's agent - picked up the rumor that he had never drunk or seen Yale before.