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

Even on that day, the soldiers of Theodoram dived into the dungeon, bearing the crane mouth (or beard) that they had recently become completely familiar with. Weapons and protective equipment - so that they could move lightly - were removed. I sweat when I'm moving my body, and the soldiers in charge of escorts protect me from the dangerous golem - which rarely leaves me. I'm more scared of falling stones than that, so I'm only wearing a helmet (kabu) - but it looks like a helmet. Several of my companions walk in rows, raising corner lights (lanterns). Put this in a nutshell... it was the very figure that I imagine when I was told I was a coal pitcher. It is so unfortunate that there is no trolley.

"It's time for the coal guy."

One of the soldiers who raised a corner light (lantern) speaks to a colleague.

"Isn't it that easy? From what I've heard, it's pretty deep."

"Uh-huh... I didn't dig downstairs because I just widened the pit here... why don't you make a statement to Lord Squad Leader"

"Hey, Kel! This guy said something terribly thankful!

Expanding the hierarchy down… unexpected progress. What shall we do?

'It's settled. If a plan to dig down is passed, change the wall settings to allow it to go straight (just). If you work for me voluntarily, I can't thank you enough. "

As Crowe and the others watched, the soldier in the matter (more or less) expressed his thoughts to the squad leader, who seemed to think for a while, but eventually followed the scene.

The squad leader was absent, but the soldiers put out their sperm in the pit digging without even showing the bare gesture of trying to skip. That was the end of the day.

Four days later, we saw a change in the movement of the soldiers.

Surprisingly, when they chose a somewhat wider location, they began to dig a pit that stretched directly beneath it, or a pit.

'... aren't you usually going to dig diagonally down?

'... how are you going to carry out dirt and rock chips and all that?

"It's not wide enough to be in the shape of My My Well and..."

"But master, soldiers, without any doubt, you're starting to dig, aren't you?

'That's right...'

The crows' concerns are addressed by the Theodoram soldiers in their own industries. They pull up the dirt and rock chips stuffed in the bucket manually, and throw them away with responsibility.

For the record, the dirt dug in the dungeon by the Theodoram soldiers is being carried and dumped outside the dungeon by the soldiers. Nothing the dungeon could have absorbed, but it was the decision to give Theodoram the knowledge of the dungeon as a minimum, leaving it to them to go and throw it away.

Though from Marcus soldiers next door in shame, they saw the unbelievable with their eyes.

It was three days after the "Labyrinth of Quicksand" wiped out a new line of brave men.

"... you're so inefficient like this."

Three days after the Theodoram soldiers started digging the pit, Crowe whined (crushing) watching the progress of the work. Even though work is in progress with man-power pressing, it is difficult to stretch the narrow pit down (even). What we are doing is similar to digging a well, but even if it is in a dungeon, the degree of tension is out of step. It was inevitable that the motivation of soldiers would decline because monotonous labor would continue on top of it.

'... I have no choice. Let's add some more cavities down there. If you connect that cavity together, it'll be like a bash in the lower level.'

Tin (Ka) Kuri and Crowe, with the help of the family of the earthly magic keepers, added some cavities to the ground to make it look like it. All you have to do is direct the soldiers to connect these.

'Well... now I can do the basic design here. Can you say you like the convenience of rejecting it? "

Although he was forced to make some policy changes, Crowe was generally satisfied with the diligence of the Theodoram soldiers.