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

("… Crowe, were you listening to Sir Harcourt?")

The Lupa one talks to me with a whisper, so I have to respond with a whisper against him, too.

("Interesting to hear? What's wrong with that?")

("Wouldn't that be something wrong!? Doesn't it bother you what Theodrum has found out!?")

No... I care more than you think...

("That's why there won't be any confirmation. As it stands, there are only suspicious rumors of grounds.")

("Rumors alone would be helpful")

("I don't care how many rumors you gather to verify your credibility, it won't help.")

He was furiously curious and stirred up by Sino-II disease. When he realized, he was looking at this one with all of Michi and Lord Harcourt. Look, you're going to scold me for it.

"I'm sorry, my friend (...) imitated you illegally..."

You must have been the one who talked to Lupa about the fact that he was moving like a surprise, but didn't have any benefits. I don't have any feelings I can blame.

"What, I don't mind. More than that, why don't you tell me what you were talking about?

"No, it's not as big a deal as talking..."

"Sir Harcourt talked to me about the gold coins. I was greatly distracted, but the Crowe one said it wasn't enough to consider just rumors..."

Hey, Lupa. Don't even get me involved.

"Well, it's certainly not a story that gets the guidelines. What we can confirm is that Theodoram has obtained gold from the dungeon, that the scholars are obsessed with something strange, and that the soldiers have a password..."

"Isn't it just 'apparently'? That's not what I meant by" confirmed. "

"I don't know how to get into his country."

"You haven't heard one specific piece of data, have you? Is that the usual thing?

I'm interested, even for me, in what Theodoram is thinking. So that's why I was here... why are you two looking at each other?

"No... even though his country is not diplomatic, it has never been this quiet. That's what inspires the imagination of a rumored sparrow..."

"Imagine being paranoid."

"What is causing silence?

Oh, that's sharp, Lupa. That's what I cared about, too.

"Since the incident of" The Rock Cave of Disaster, "that country has become more cautious..."

"I decided I needed to be careful, that's what happened..."

"Ok!? It's the golden home of Mido!

Hey, Lupa, don't be abruptly odd. You'd be surprised.

"Hey Lupa, what are you doing on the stick..."

"Look, Crowe! The commotion in which Theodoram was commonly involved concerns the golden home of Mid. If Theodoram, annoyed by the matter, has more information than anything he wants to hide, it's nothing more than information about Mido's golden home!

Hey, don't get excited and spit. Although rarely only conclusions are drawn, there would be too many leaps in reasoning.

"Holbeck, you think so too? I suspect we are thin too"

... you too.

"I don't admit the charges are thick, but there's enough evidence to decide."

Oh... just be careful before you. You're a scholar, aren't you?

Nevertheless... it may be awkward (first) to draw more attention to Emmen's gold coins. A little off topic...

"Is there anything else that might be subject to consideration?

"You're off-limits to the crime scene... other than that..."

This is the only thing Sir Harcourt took out... isn't it a sketch?

"Pat, what is this?

"That's a sketch of Rock Mountain, The Cave of Disaster. It looks like Marcus' soldiers painted it."

That's what happened... Bolton, that's the bottom painting my parents were expecting...

"Ho ho... I draw it carefully inside... Mr. Crowe, what's your opinion?

"Right...... it seems more like you've tried to draw the most accurate view possible than a pixel talent. There are traces of lines being added or erased, and I think the person next to them was drawn instead of scaled. Maybe, but this is a bottom drawing, not a finished product...... is the author an engineer or something?

If I comment on him that way, Sir Harcourt looks at me with a frightened face. Did you keep your mouth shut about my identity?

"Crowe, I said draw it down, but how would you draw it?

Hey, Lupa. Don't ruin your silence.

"Draw... Crowe, are you a painter?... No way! You're the one who painted the illustration of Old Bill's book!?

When I look at Lupa's face, he shuts up like he ate a bubble. This is the kind of guy who puts disaster in his mouth...

Nevertheless, if I hide it any further, will I be in a worse position? If that's the case...

"Yep. I have painted an awkward illustration of Lupa's book here."

"No, well! You!"

Oh, no, no, you've got plenty to eat.

"Hey... the illustrations that accompany Bill's book are admirable to good things like us. Not only is it accurate, but it also unfortunately depicts its allure. Even if I don't have the actual item on hand, with such an illustration, I know the details so that I can take it... yes! Mr. Crowe, based on this lower drawing, would you mind drawing one?

"… I need to talk to you a little bit about that…"

Sir Harcourt seemed intrigued when I told him what Bolton's parents wanted if he ate the poison.