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

When the May festival was over and the merchants who had left the store were about to leave the town, there was a place in a painting of the town of Saurand where the men with faces were gathered as if they expected something.

"Hey, Elf's husband. Are we leaving Saurand already?

"Oh. They let me do a good business. I'd love to come by again if I had the chance."

"Really... by the way, the 'beer' you guys were selling, but didn't you get a little bit of leftovers?

The men's aim is obvious.

Yale and other foods that do not make Hibao (also) can no longer be eaten after being taken home, so it is a lesson to be beaten and sold at a lower price when the city (Ichi) is finished. It's called a cutout. I guess we should step on the beer and get the sold beer for cheap, too.

But the elves were also reading about this. Instead, the fact that such an offer was made was itself designed to be a last resort in the promotion of beer.

The young - looking young - elf man, who was the manager of the store at Beer Garden in Saurand, tells the men who came together, with the look of getting my will, but only his voice seems sorry. amazing, and merciless, beer traits.

"I'm sorry, but the biggest seller of this beer is named Ippo. If the storage method is even appropriate, keep it barrel packed for a few months. There's no reason to sell cheap."

The carriage with beer with the sub-humans (non-fumes) left the town of Saurand, with the men flattered by the unbelievable answers.

Similar sights were seen in Banks as well as in Saurand, but this one had a slightly different development since then.

"For a few months, Bo said!?

"It's just the best way to store it, isn't it? In some cases, it will be shorter than that... or if you (Dwarves), doesn't Nippon (also) make sense?

One barrel or so. It is a young beast man who is describing before him the dwarves that are likely to be emptied overnight. He is the head of the beer garden that opened in this town of Banks.

"Maybe... let me ask you something"

"The question of what for... is wild just to ask. Yeah, the first thing is to store it in a cool place, away from direct sunlight. Especially the temperature."

"Um, the cold beer was delicious...... Can't you teach me how to chill?

"We just used borrowed magic props, too. Solve it well."

"Well... well, do we have to put up there"

"No, when we think about the future, we need to get the cooling method. Ask the Elves when you get back to college."

"I know how to cool it. What else do we have?

"It is forbidden to rock the barrel. The taste drops. If you carry it, you should calm it down for at least the whole day."

"Mmmm...... Then is it difficult to bring it back to the king's capital?"

"I guess I'll just have to drink it here. Unfortunately."

"Mm-hmm. Too bad."

"Damn, that's too bad."

The expression on the faces of the dwarves, in contrast to the tone, shines in the joy of being able to theoretically arm themselves.

"So, you can sell the remaining beer, right?

"Well... this is business too. But we're not selling cheap, are we?

"I don't mind. Sell me as much as you can."

"There's just... you've drunk more economically, so all you have left is about a big barrel and a half, right?

If the May festival had one more day, no, half a day, it would have definitely sold out. The Dwarves - still modest for them - consumed such momentum that the rest of the beer was considerably less than in other towns. Still, the Dwarves bought all the remaining beer and carried it with satisfaction. Maybe it'll be empty by tonight, with that in mind, the beast man was dropping off his last guest.

"Hey, Wal, did you sell the rest of the beer?

"Don't look pathetic. It's a business at first, so why don't we just not sell it?"

"But hey... from this evening on the arrow tip I thought I could calm down and enjoy the beer..."

"Hey... do you know that this is part of the operation against that country (...)?

"I know... and this..."

A man of beasts who looks pitiful and sues. If you look at it, other faces - that's even the women who work at the tea stand - look at me with sadness. My resentful gaze hurts.

"I have no choice... I have secured five barrels for once. Even if we split it up, we'll have about one time tonight."

The voice of the man of the beast, who was called Wahl, is hailed. Using subordinates also means that we need to pay attention to these benefits. Wahl, who escaped the difficulties by following the manual prepared by Crowe - for managers - offered deep gratitude and awe in his chest to the great sage of the exotic - about Crowe.