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

Just ahead of where the Crows dropped off Lupa, the two Dwarves were vacating their cups.

"Yummy!

"Hmmm...... Yale at this time of year...... whoa, did you get a beer? Well, I didn't know it was there..."

Gibson and Bock. It is a pair of people who came all the way from Wangdu to discover that the elves will open their taverns at the New Year's Festival here in Banks.

"Besides, I've had warm drinks. I think it tastes a little better when I drank it before... I wonder why it tastes so good."

"Mmm... If you look at the sweetness, maybe there's sugar in it. And this scent..."

"Well... it smells like insect repellent..."

Similar or nothing, it is the very bark of a tree used in this country as an insect repellent.

"Mm-hmm. But let's be separate. It doesn't smell so tough."

the same. I'm just adding and subtracting the amount.

"Hmm. Tasty for anything. That's enough for us. Right? Gibson."

Oh, you're right.

When the two of them empty their glasses with the momentum that they are likely to hear an odd noise, they stand up loosely.

"Which... warm liquor, that's good, but the downside is that it cools right down"

"Hmm. It's troublesome having to go and get extras all the time."

("" Can't you make thermal magic props... ")

Hiding their inner thoughts, the two head to the store for a replacement.

"... But Gibson, your lord said it was like a cold beer, a cold beer and a cliché, but when you tried this, you also threw away ale, didn't you?

"Hmmm... If you drink warm like this, Ning Yale might taste better."

A dwarf called Gibson snorted in a harsh manner.

"Because each drink has a delicious taste."

"In that sense, this hot wine and I are not crooks. I didn't know the flavor would change so much."

What they are currently drinking is what they call hot wine. This one isn't just warmed up, either, but spices such as cinnamon are added. However, the two hot wines differed slightly in topping, with sliced citrus fruit floating for those drinking a dwarf named Bock.

"I don't care if I just warmed it up and fragranced it, that's all that's gonna change my feel"

"It would be big to have something warmed up in the cold sky... but that's not all."

"You drum guys, did you grow wine for the hot ones?

Of course not. The truth is that some of the wines made by the drum elves were occasionally (by chance) compatible with the way they drank as hot wines… so much so that they couldn't help but suspect it.

While sleeping, I spared no effort in searching for the optimal combination, despite the great efforts and achievements of Mr. Du of Drums.

"But... not that one"

"Mmm?"

"No... when this happens, I wish I had a little stronger booze"

"Bock... that's nothing. Neither do I."

Crowe, who was secretly listening behind him, thought that there was nothing he could not do.

If you bring out the distillery liquor you're making in Odrant, it would be hot whiskey, but it would be hot buttered lamb, but you can't help it. It's just that... doing that definitely doesn't have any effect in terms of its effect on theodrum. Crowe didn't have as much dew to carry in the extra hassle.