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

From this year onwards, the date July 1st became a day to celebrate and curse for all Dwarves.

The reason for the former was - after a test sale at the May Festival - that beer became available to the public from this day on, and the reason for the latter was that Dwarf was removed from the subject - because it oppressed the sales portion to the public. Sales to Dwarves began about two weeks late on July 15th, and all remaining beers were sold out to prove the seller's wisdom.

Further cursing is the fact that Dwarf has bought up all the remaining quantities, and since then, Dwarf will have been delayed for about two weeks in selling beer - although it was recognized as a natural treatment by someone other than Dwarf.

Now, as I said, beer sales have begun, the sales and transportation networks necessary to deliver beer to various locations cannot be bribed in the village of Doran. It was not until the nearest town, Banks, that Mr. Doran and his men undertook to unload the beer they had made. And Yu (more) was carried on top of strict security by the elves and the beasts. At Banks, the Brewery Alliance bought it in bulk and arranged to distribute and deliver it from there to retailers everywhere.

The rush around the first sale - especially for Dwarves - was terrible. In order to arrive, everything in the inventory was bought - and after additional delivery visits from the liquor brewery guild, Mr. Du (Ji) decided that the demand could not be met in the village of Doran Yi, and offered to call elves from all over the country to teach them beer brewing techniques. There are also arrangements with the Brewery Alliance for this purpose, and only subnationals (non-fumes) have decided to brew for at least the time being.

The beer thus sold out was instantly sold out with a previous reputation and greatly appreciated… It was also true that it left an unmet thirst for those who had tasted the beer at the May Festival.

"Ha..."

Dwarf Gibson was sighing (sighs) several times while emptying a jock full of beer. About 70% of the sighs were for the deliciousness of the beer that had finally come to pass for the first time in two months, while the remaining 30% were for thirst that was still unfulfilled.

"Gibson, Lord, I've been sighing a lot since earlier... what are you saying you're unhappy with?

Bock, a swallowing friend, asks with the face that he is very good at it. But the rest of us don't understand this thought. Except for those who tasted beer at that May festival.

"No... I'm not dissatisfied with the taste of beer.... I'm not dissatisfied with the flavor... Another thing that isn't cold is a shame..."

"I've said that before... Is cold beer as good as that?

"Tasty... not cold is blasphemy against beer. Since then, I've thought so."

"Nooo... say that much"

Cold beer. Um, cold beer on the kinks. Beer chilled enough to have dew on the jock. Taste in the sweaty cheer, chill your throat and stain your penis, that taste.

I don't know all that flavor except for those who shared the experience.

Gibson, who occasionally (by chance) visited Banks on May Festival Easy (Ra) Day (Bi) and was cold (...) on the beer, gave his thoughts to the taste of the cold (...) beer in his memory while leaning a jock with uncold beer.

Bock looks at his swallowing friends and wonders if the cold beer and dots taste so good by then. If I hadn't left this country for work, I'd have rushed to the May Festival, even if it was a disaster...

The beer they bought is in a huge barrel. If it was an aluminum can like modern Japan, it would have been soaked in cold water and cooled using the evaporative heat of water to taste cold beer. But I can't even think of a way to do that if it's in a huge wooden barrel... or (in the first place). The two of us had to taste beer that was not cold enough, even if it was not warm enough.

"Noh, Gibson. The Elf told you that the magic trick... can't you give it to me?

"Bock, don't you think I didn't think about that? I asked for the elf first.... but I can't. They also borrowed it from others and said they couldn't build it themselves."

"If the elves can't be built... how advanced the magic tools are..."

"Not if you think about it. If you can cool so much beer, you can naturally cool anything but beer. If you can keep that thing cool, it's a food distribution revolution."

"Mmm... it's not like the magic of icing, is it?

"He says no. Ice magic can freeze things, but it's not good enough to keep them cold, the college elf said. And if it's such a magic trick, maybe it consumes more magic."

"Can't we hope for Dwarves..."

"Unless it's an ice room. Just..."

"Just what?

"No... that elf... now that I think about it, there seems to be something I know..."

"Say what?

The two Dwarves looked at each other... and snorted heavily. in the eyes of those with serious determination.

"Gibson, stop that elf and throw up what you know."

"Um, I know. Oh man... do a licking imitation."

It was not until after this time that an elf magician working for the College was questioned by a fierce and crazy colleague, Dwarf, to confess that he had delivered a refrigerator (ice box) concept diagram to the Brewery Guild.