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

"It's over..."

The Yale merchant of Theodrum, entrusted with the shop, shrugged powerlessly as he looked around the store, where the vacancy became even more prominent than yesterday. I lowered the price of ale to half the price at my discretion, but it still doesn't restore customer entry. The ale I brought in definitely sells off. Because of Nippon's irresistible ale, it didn't get sour and drinkable by the time I brought it home. I'll have to throw it away. My country's eye-to-eye argument that I could buy and sell the remaining wheat to Yale collapsed. The same thing may be happening in Leelot if you do poorly. Well... it's an impossible story...

The manager had been sneaking a "new ale" earlier...... no, I was thinking back to the taste of beer. That's all I get is spit in my mouth. In the season when it was getting hot, a well cold e...... the beer was a treat. Besides, that indescribable bitterness and freshness, the shy stimulus, everything was unprecedented. I agree that if you taste something like that, you will not be willing to drink raw temperatures (nagging) ales, etc. But how the hell can I make a beer like that...

I was sighing (one) again and came in as a deputy to try to figure out what to do. Bring two soldiers under your command. Weird as hell.

"Store Manager!! Oh, my God!"

"What's up? What are you messing with?

Because of that beer, our shop is over now, just as well. This also means that there is no longer an information collection base in this town. There should be no more disturbance.

"Please forget about the beer. Something happened that wasn't the case."

You think it's more than a beer problem?

"I feel like I shouldn't ask...... is it my fault?

"I can't make that decision, but I have a duty to report it"

A merchant called the manager prompts him to report three degrees (each time) of sighing.

"Talk to me."

The story from there was pretty much the same as what happened in Leelot. However, this soldier is a few steps better than Leelot's idiot soldier, and he asked about the sale of the sugar itself with an unfamiliar face. After listening to the gentle no, he secretly transferred the ordered herbal tea (with sugar) back to the water bag.

The "store manager", who was listening to the deputy officer's report with a harrowing face, heard two or three more points from the soldier who was a party, immediately reported the emergency to his home country after lowering the three. About the beer thing and the sugar thing. As for the herbal tea brought back by the soldiers, the "manager" arranged for it to be sent to his home country immediately after a little taste. Analysis of this would yield a single piece of physical evidence.

A silhouette pixie lurked in the shadows to see and hear the whole thing.