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

On the first day of the New Year's festival, as usual, I snuck Rye and Keane into my nostalgia and went to the New Year's festival venue. To be honest, I'd love to be devouring gobbling and inebriation in the inn's own room... I can't beat my kids' New Year's festival call... No, "I can't beat a kid and a dirty bastard without him" was a good thing the old man said.

As usual, losing the submissive demons' plea, Rye discovered it where he had been on a mission to visit the outhouse since after noon.

"Yes, there."

Looking in the direction Rye shows, there he was...

"The Lupa one, what are you selling oil in here..."

"The manuscript is over, I'm in a mood swing..."

Is there a reason? I just saw him roar yesterday. "

"Ah... the master, painted yesterday, finished, didn't he?

"Seven pieces for the time being. Later I'm waiting for Lupa's manuscript... '

He said he just slapped his ass yesterday, and that bastard...

"But Master, Mr. Lupa, are you kidding me weirdly?

Speaking of which...

"Suspicious behavior."

As usual, Lupa, with the planting wand in his hand, is roaring around looking for something.

"What's he looking for?

"I'm sorry to find the place where the crowd is."

'Sounds like it. Oh, trying to force me to dive in...... ahhh'

"... you've been bounced off..."

"Aunties are strong."

Let's praise him for not pulling out the scepter upside down.

'... you won't give up...'

"What are you obsessed with..."

"I will. Oh, I'm sorry?

'... you can't leave me alone more than you've seen. It's annoying around here. Sorry you guys......'

"Ha no."

"You're hiding."

My kids are well versed and helpful.

"Hey Lupa, what are you doing in a place like this?

"... Crowe?

Speaking, the Lupa one looked at me with a kiotong face, but eventually he missed his eyes. This guy... I knew you'd come out flaking the manuscript.

"That sounds fun. Is that a distraction between writing?

"Oh, yeah. That's the place."

"Hmm... so much so that I can afford to leave my desk for a distraction. No, no, no. It's a pleasure."

That's what I'll tell you, Lupa's one is making his eyes black and white.

"Ah... yeah, well..."

"Hey... if the manuscript is blank, there won't be any open-minded thoughts about going outside very much. The manuscript must be progressing accordingly. Hey, Yoshiya, heap to the pole."

"Ah... the..."

"Hmm? What's up, Lupa? You don't like the complexion?

"Ah... ugh..."

Keep one of Lupa's backs completely bent over and groaning, and then stab the nail to keep his breath there.

"You must be a nobleman at first. Are you sure you want to skip depression?

"No, even the nobles are going to attend the New Year's festival, right?

"Is it the nobleman's fashion to try and break into the crowd?

"No... that's..."

"Just whisper it, Lupa. What the hell are you looking for?

Lupa's answer was a predictable and fitting one.

"Sugar and beer?

"Oh, the elves were serving it at last May's festival. Would it be reasonable to assume that they're open for New Year's festivals as well?

... No, I hate it (unfortunately), but I didn't open my first day. Because there were a lot of things that I thought were going on about how to mass produce drunks from the first day when prayer for God should be at the center.

"... I didn't see that. I thought you weren't opening for the New Year's festival.

"No, rumor has it, someone saw the elves tailor the carriage and get in"

Shit... Min...

"Then why don't you ask the commercial guild or someplace that's partitioning the dewstores?

If I told him that, the Lupa one would have been a pocan. Where I don't care about these places, you worldless boy, yet......

"That's it! Let's go, Crowe!

Me too! It's the only way. Do you want me to go out with you?