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

"Did you get an empty nest aim..."

"It's a clever way to put it."

Intruders in the dungeon, but not soldiers.

The Crows stood in color for a report from the "Rock Cave of Disaster" dungeon core, Kerr - an abbreviation of it, in association with a similar sounding Celtic from Gold (Gold). Even though it was assumed to some extent, he was bored by the situation where the stare between Theodoram and Marcus just continued. But the intruder at heart is not one who has received the will of both countries...

"It looks like Theodoram's soldiers snuck into the gap where they were."

"Is this the adventurer party of the stuffed animals?

What do you say we do? Dear Crowe '

'Hmm... deal with the basics here. I want to see how far the Kosovar muds get greedy.'

"I understand."

"Oh, hey, are you sure you're okay, brother?

"What are you bullshitting me for coming all the way here? You saw there were no soldiers, didn't you?

"That's right..."

It was Theodoram's Adventurer Party that recklessly broke into the dungeon. They don't have any experience in dungeon warfare or warcraft, but they just barged in on the skin of ignorance, shortness and greed.

"Oh, hey! Money, money, right? This!?"

"Calm down! In addition to this dungeon, there will be a golden fool."

"So, which one is this?

"... I'll take it just in case"

"... don't you see..."

A small footsteps can be heard in the ears of the adventurers (Doro) who were caught in the expose of yellow steel early as they entered.

("Quiet! Hide!")

("Hide, where?")

It is a pit that came straight from the entrance. I have no place to hide. The only bend is a little further, i.e. in the direction of footsteps coming. Inevitably, the adventurers caught their faces with the things that came around the corner.

A small golden golem with a small crane mouth on its shoulder.

It was the Golem who moved ahead, both of whom were often matched as stiff. Turn around. Turn right. No, I escaped at first sight.

"Ah! I ran away!

"Don't let them get away with it! That's him! That's the golden golem!

"Wait for me! Kim!"

Mouthfully summoning, the Adventurer (the Doro) follows a golem that quietly escapes. It's best not to lose sight of the golem as soon as possible. An adventurer (drool) desperately chases after a golem who turns left to the right and flees. From behind their brains driven by greed, mapping is a beautiful and refreshing word.

"Again, you were easily caught..."

'In a way, are you an example? Master. "

'Keane... by example... you won't...'

"You're a fool's specimen."

"Is it a stray straight line?

'Right......'

Eventually they went out somewhere a little wider, but no longer have the appearance of a golem.

"Damn it!

"Have you lost sight... come this far..."

Where excitement cools down and I say we review the status quo, something sounds like it's going down.

"What!? What's the sound now!?

"Over there!

A flavor that goes backwards again and jumps into one of the trails. A slight running footsteps echo from the one ahead.

"There he is!

"Wait for me!

Adventurers who follow the footsteps as they call. I heard something behind me, but can you stand it? Now all we have to do is go after the Golem. Everything else is behind us.

"... you're getting clever running away with all the steps..."

"It's a brilliant performance to hide yourself and attract only footsteps..."

"The golems learn too..."

'Cause I seemed to have been planning things voluntarily...'

"Uplifting."

Around that time, one of the adventurers had picked up gold coins that had fallen on the edge of the road. It seems to be a pretty old age gold coin, with distorted (snoring) shapes and inconsistencies, but it must still be a gold coin. There are inscriptions on the surface that I have never seen before.

(Sorry about the brothers, but I can't help but leave this treasure alone.) I hope I fell or somethin 'to mislead you)

After carefully looking around and making sure there were no leftovers, I noticed that the silence was covering the area after the brothers I should have gone to earlier. The man, suddenly driven by anxiety, tried to chase after him... for the first time I realized that there were multiple branches in front of me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"You've completely lost your way."

"Instead, I would have sprinkled gold in that place in anticipation of it."

"Master, that gold coin..."

"Oops. It's the work of Emmen. I purposefully made several shapes with different injuries, stained the finished product with more blemishes and stains, and I" aged "the finish.

'Wow...'

"You must be keen on deceiving people..."

"... the Dungeon Master's appraisal." Besides, it's low purity, but it's a lump sum, right?

"Ah, Master, a man has moved on"

"You've chosen the wrong path."

"Brother - no, where are you - ooh"

I call out with a crying voice, but I suppose (in the first place) I'm going in the wrong direction, so I can't possibly get an answer back. Only darkness and anxiety, loneliness and fear surrounded the man.