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

In a tent built on a campsite in Shard - in fact in an apartment bed via there - Crowe revealed the night safely, having breakfast when he cleaned out his sleeping bag and tent. If you look closely, there are several snow statues lined up around the square. Crowe, who lost, went on to mention adding some snow statues by the time the carriage from Banks arrived. After the carriage to Banks, the tourists who saw the elaborate snow statue in vain make a scene, but that's not what Crowe knew.

"Good Morning"

"Morning... is that Mr. Crowe!

"Did you remember to wear it"

"Well, I can't believe you walked all night in the snow, from Banks to here, because you don't ask me later or earlier."

Jehan, the owner of the Oak Wooden Pavilion, a merchant's inn in the town of Banks, said so and laughed, but Crowe did not sigh. Bad reviews don't go away.

"What, that's not a bad review. I'm still just talking grass. Looper's husband is steaming back every time something happens."

Ho ho...?

"As Lupa's idiot tightens later, is the room empty?

"Oh, I've got my usual room."

"It helps. I couldn't get a room in the shalds."

When Crowe said so, Jehan turned to his convinced but seemingly unfortunate eyes.

"Oh... I only went to see it once, too.... It was a big crowd."

"The tent seems to be out of stock, and there are a lot of people dawning around the burning fire..."

"What's wrong with Mr. Crowe?

"Because I punished you last year. I brought a tent with me. I got out early this year thinking before the snow got worse... I didn't think I would need a tent, no matter how snowy it was..."

"If you're ready, don't worry."

To where Crowe and Jehan continue their conversation of no other love, it is Minna, the Billboard Daughter, who came down from the second floor.

"Mr. Crowe, I want to be in your room, because I can do it."

"Oh, thank you"

Apparently, I saw Crowe, and he immediately put me in charge of the room. She is a well-made billboard daughter. I also feel a little more grown-up than last year.

"It's such a souvenir for Minna."

That's what Crowe took away was a grass dye specialty from Edge Village...... a slightly smaller scarf to suit Minna's physique. We have secured one of our preparations at the Summer Festival.

The girl Minna's eyes shine on the bright floral patterns that appear on the pale colored land, albeit with a scarf - note. Crow's point of view.

"Thank you! Mr. Crowe!

"Mr. Crowe... Yes, but this is expensive, isn't it?

"No. It may be thin, but don't worry, it's not expensive. I get a room every year, thanks to you."

"Really?... Well, thank you. Minna, thank Mr. Crowe again."

"Yeah! Thanks!

Though well thanked, Miss Minna's gaze is nailed to the scarf. He seems busy hitting his chest and wrapping it around his neck.

The person who broke in appeared as he smiled and watched the situation.