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

The legend of the Mid Country. It is a widely known legend in this world.

Once upon a time there was a king who was mighty, and hoped that all that his hands touched would turn into gold. God fulfilled the wishes of the fool - with laughter. And the king, frenzied that all that he touched, and all that food, and wine, and all that he loved, and all that he had turned into gold, turned the people into statues of gold, and destroyed the land.

The kingdom of Mid was annihilated by the curse of God, but it is said that the people of his (or her) kingdom still sleep somewhere unusual to the golden statue.

"Wasn't that... a legend..."

Someone squeezed the words out like a groan.

"It could be a legend. However, a bronze statue appeared that matched the legend with Pitali Ping. That's the truth."

The secretaries of state have no words because they have been exposed to too serious possibilities.

"You mean the Dungeon Master, or someone nesting in a dungeon, has the power to turn people into metal..."

"Or is his land the legendary land of Mid?"

To what Sir Laxman said, the secretaries of state who lived side by side accidentally turned their heads and looked at him… everyone except Secretary Merca. Sir Merca already seemed to have thought of that possibility.

If Sir Laxman's words are true, the Dungeon Master will have an inexhaustible amount of gold in his hands. A little bit, at the same time, I might have got the magic - or the curse - of turning people into metal... No...

"No way... is it a fall that the Dungeon Master's identity was King Mid?

There was not a single person laughing at Sir Zilka's dialogue, which he joked about, while grinning hysterically and convulsively.

It's a delusion without roots or leaves.

The Secretary of State, who, without saying anything, once rests, consumes snacks and drinks thoughtfully. Many are drinking against the norm, but no one tries to stop them. Can you do it in person at a time like this?

After an adjournment of about thirty minutes, the Secretary of State resumes the meeting with an expression that squeezed out his temper. Few people look old at once.

"It's probably the most tiring thing I've ever done to sort things out..."

"I'm sorry, but this is where we're going."

Early in the resumption of the meeting, a basic policy was about to be decided on the question of what to do with the dungeons in Rock Mountain.

"So the basic policy in dealing with that dungeon is," Don't let me, don't let me, "okay?

"Oh, the mobilization of soldiers is becoming cramped, but we won't have to cross dangerous bridges."

"Hmm. Gold spares a little, but that dungeon doesn't know what pops up when it bursts wide (and). You can't risk it."

"But maybe that's what Marcus thinks, huh?

"... there's a chance they'll try to get into the dungeon."

"Do we even make an agreement?

"Stupid. Who said there was gold hanging in front of me, such an agreement..."

"Let him dive and you'll like it"

The voice of Sir Mandique Commerce echoed.

"Sir Mandique?

"No... I've been thinking, if the Marcus guys want to cross a dangerous bridge, you can just let them cross. If you look at it, you'll see how dangerous it is."

"Are you going to ask the guys at Marcus to be experimental benches?

"But... in case they find an invasion route..."

"You'll be fine."

"What?"

"What do you mean? Sir Mandique."

Sir Mandique will share his thoughts with the secretaries of state who will question him orally.

"I prefer if we even make sure when they got into the dungeon, and then we weigh the time since. We also know how fast the dungeons can be explored. As long as we keep an eye out within that radius, it's not difficult. Their thoughts must be clear from the amount of food they bring in."

"Does that work?

"From what the investigation team has seen, this dungeon seems to have some edible monsters out there. Then you can only rely on the food you bring in."

"I see..."

"Can't you...?

"Let the Marcus guys do the exposures. So we can see what the dungeon looks like here."

Crowe's thoughts were about to be overshadowed in an oblique upward direction.