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

A line of beasts and elves walking around the mountains were looking for fruits that could be used for candied or something. Of course, many are grown and commercially available, but few are collected and sold in Noyama, such as berries.

They were instructed to look for candied fruits, jams and compotes, and in some cases even consider cultivating them. This time, the wealthy people are the target, and instructions have been given to prioritize those whose colors are beautiful and likely to attract attention.

"... it's getting really important..."

"I heard you promote sugar… it would already be a level of industrial promotion"

"Doesn't that mean sugar is a product with a wide hem?

"Oh... that's an inclusive opinion..."

"Don't slap me for nothing, I'll just go. Mountain strawberries are already in season."

"Right...... but was it good?

"What?

"No... it's your territory to go now, isn't it? We all picked it."

"I don't mind if you spin something else candied for that matter. You'll be able to pick enough for the kids later."

"Well... thank goodness the fruit I picked during the season can be preserved for a long time"

"... for that matter, I'm going to use a lot of sugar that's going to hurt my stomach"

Another man embarrasses the elf man who blurs on the pitiless side.

"The spiritualist seems to intend to leave the sugar making to us in any case. Better get ready while you can, huh?

"Oh...... but it's way ahead, isn't it?

"If there's talk of us making sugar at the moment, it won't be targeted by countries everywhere."

To avoid this, sugar was purchased from a certain place by the sub-humans (non-fumes) in their own handouts. There were not many doubts, but it was confirmed from several sources that the sub-humans (non-fumes) did not cultivate sugar crops or produce sugar themselves, so that the sub-humans (non-fumes) could not accept the claims.

"It's time... over there"

A woman who was listening to the men's conversation as a breeze arrived in the bush of mountain strawberries.... It's just too much to say it's a bush there...

"... ooh..."

"This again..."

"It's the result of our village's efforts to expand the breeding grounds from generation to generation."

Beyond the elf woman, who said she looked good with her chest stretched, there was a "field" of mountain strawberries so vast that it would not fit on the scale of bushes.

"This is why we need manpower..."

"Pick it up in a day or two..."

"In fact, we make extra money in our village every year. Generations of guys spreading the bushes in good shape... these days they feed as many birds and beasts as they like, and they're still running out of them..."

Where did you get so good at earlier? A woman who exhales and confesses to the inside.

"As far as it goes... this is why the jam story was a ship..."

"That's the thing. Pick more and more."

In another place, where the sub-humans (non-fumes) were challenging the vast "fields" of mountain strawberries, several men were still led by the female beast men to advance through the mountains. Apparently, among the sub-humans (non-fumes), women are responsible for collecting fruit and other products.

"But... I didn't know there was a wooden mountain smomo..."

"It didn't seem to be as many as I originally said wooden. If I buried the seeds after I tried them, some of them sprouted, so I grew them."

"Heh... that's an enviable story"

"But our village alone has quite a bit to spare. By the end of the day, the kids won't eat either. I used to sell it to town, but for the hassle of it, it's one thing to go up. Men don't look good."

"But the mountain smomo is small but the red color is beautiful. Strong acidity and weak sweetness..."

"It's great for candying."

"That's the thing.... but why did the spiritualist say that he could use fruit that could be picked in the mountains?

"Oh, I guess. It seems that the richest people will eat better if it's a little rare."

"It seems that there are other aims to make it more difficult to use rare fruits and to reduce the familiar sense of food."

"The point is, you think it's a means to increase the sense of speciality."

"They're working on vegetables like ginger and carrots in other squads, and candied whole melons in awesome places, right?

He said his last remark was his first ear to any other face, and he sounds surprised.

"The whole melon!?

"Well... no matter how unscrupulous..."

"If I could really do it, I would grab it..."

"No. They can't do anything if they take the time.... It seems to take as long as four months..."

"Four Months…"

"It's subtle if you'll make it to the New Year's festival..."

"Ma, we just do what we're entrusted to do... is that it?

"Yes, the woodliness of our village's proud mountain Smomo"

"You're ripe for good color."

Let's get started, shall we?

Under the command of the beastly woman, the subhuman (non-fumed) men began to harvest fruit.