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

When I returned to the Oak Wooden Pavilion, I received a message from the front. As soon as I get back to your mansion... is something wrong? Shall we just go?

I arrived at the mansion in front of you, but it's not the wind that's making any noise, and it doesn't look like it's setting some kind of trap. I don't want to doubt you, but I'm a dungeon master for once. You've never been cautious.

"Oh, Mr. Crowe, I'm calling you."

"No, I just got back to the inn. I heard your message and came here. Didn't I keep you waiting?

"What, you said you couldn't make it? Nothing to worry about."

... Seeing you don't deny it, you've made me wait quite a bit.

"So, what can I do for you?

It looks like the Lupa one just twitched. Exactly, I don't see you asking me anything other than Sir Partridge, my husband (host)...

"Um, that's..."

I looked out for Lupa before, but I saw him shut up and kept asking questions.

"Crowe, did you drink beer or sugar herbal tea at the festival?

"What do you think? Crowe?"

At last I can't stand it anymore, and the Lupa one asks. As good as it gets. That way.

"Beer......?

When I asked her about her here, she looked at her face and sighed.

"You don't seem to be drinking at all."

"Crowe, you and I are clueless."

Why do I have to be told that?

Seeing me with a dissatisfied face, the two of them explained... they heard about the servants and visitors and found out about the beer garden and the tea stand. We couldn't go out on our own, so I guess we'd like to know a little bit more. But as far as I'm concerned, it would be more convenient not to know about beer or sugar. You won't be able to pretend to be ignorant about sugar, but let's decide what you know about the method of refined sugar.

"With that said...... you had a couple of places that were somewhat horribly crowded. I didn't like being held back, so I walked by."

"Maybe that's it. You didn't care what it was?

"No. I didn't even know what I was doing in the first place. I'd be pissed off if I was a big jerk."

"Big Itch? What the hell is that?

"So... when I go inside expecting something stupid and big about a beast called Itachi, it's a show of eating people that there's animal blood (...) on the big board (...)"

"Big plate blood... if they paid you to show you that stuff, it would be a normal riot, wouldn't it?

"No, they're the ones who look at their own idiots, and they're the ones who skilfully distract them."

"Crowe, your hometown is an interesting place..."

"I haven't seen any of the shows of eating people like that lately."

"You hated getting time in places you didn't know what..."

"That's what I'm saying.... Speaking of which, there was a place where the Dwarves were in formation like they had their roots down"

"Maybe that's where they were serving beer."

"Hmm? Say, is beer a liquor?

Mm-hmm. I'm in terrible love.

"Yeah. My youngest son tells me it's a refreshing, throaty drink I've never had before."

"... I know it sounds delicious, but I have no idea what kind of booze it is"

"Unfortunately, our guests are similar. They try to explain the delicacy with gestures and gestures. Thank you for grasping the image..."

No... gesture, hand gesture...

"I don't think you can describe the deliciousness of alcohol in your physical language..."

"Well... yes... words seem clever and difficult to explain..."

"So Crowe, I thought you might know something..."

"No, even if you're asked to explain the liquor you haven't even seen what it's like..."

Speaking of which, I didn't end up tasting the beer made by the Dolan guys, did I? Really, what can you do?

"Hmm... can I ask you something more than no real thing, Crowe"

"So who's got the real thing?

"Let's do that."

Oh, the second round?