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

General Rover takes a good look at the Commercial Secretary and the Secretary of the Interior, who scream like Rikane - and that's what he sees in the diaspora.

"The ice room has already been completed and we are ready to enter the practical exam this summer. Both liquor guilds have been adjusted in that direction. I can't tell you what to do now."

After listening to Treasurer Vermot's dialogue (at best) explaining to defend his colleagues, Mukumuk and Thundercloud gush between the General's brows... but Sir Warren notices with a keen eye, divided by the timing of his hair.

"Why did you rush to secure the ice magician? Weren't we talking about running a test on ice in the ice chamber at the moment?

"I meant to..."

The Chancellor explains every sigh. By the way, so far, the King - wisely - has kept his silence.

"The brewery guild started secretly gathering ice magicians."

"As a liquor guild, you must have been concerned that the operation of the refrigerator (ice box) would be tied up because the ice chamber is under Kingdom control. A natural reaction."

Sir Warren's tone is also sometime chilling.

"That's right... we can't even look at our fingers."

"So, recruit an ice magician as well as a kingdom..."

"Did you overheat the attraction?"

Fools or you, the Chancellor, disappointed by General Rover's white eye. It is a rare sight from those who know the two from an early age - the King, for example.

"Anyway, it's a rush of eyebrows to change the status quo, where mages are spilling out of the military. I'm foolish to say that there are no differences between the lords in this regard?

If you have any complaints, say so, and just say yes to Sir Warren, Acting Chief Military Officer Rover coughs one up.

"I don't mean to be snoring, but I have to admit the claims of my brother and Sir Warren as acting military secretary. If things are that urgent, consider this a priority issue for refrigerators (ice boxes)."

"But... even if suddenly they say it's a countermeasure..."

"The point is that there is an imbalance in the number of magicians due to overfavouring ice magicians, or what is about to happen, is the problem (so). If you stop treating ice magicians, things will go back to normal."

Only calmly and chilly, Sir Warren analyzes the situation.

"But the presence of an ice magician is essential when considering the operation of refrigerators (ice boxes). You can't stop the refrigerator (ice box) program itself, so you can't stop recruiting ice magicians..."

Incidentally, it was a little further before the Dwarves discovered the nitrous stone and succeeded in developing the cooling technique using it to turn the plate surface upside down once again.

"No, it's the relative (...) preferential treatment of ice magicians that's the problem, so if we raise the treatment of non-ice magicians, the imbalance should be resolved."

"Are you asking me to raise the treatment of the sorcerer to no ice sorcerer? But now there's an imbalance between the general and the sorcerer…"

"Yep. So we need to improve the treatment of the entire soldier"

Treasurer Vermouth now bites Sir Warren, who said so with a firm face.

"Stupid! Where do you get all that budget from..."

"We didn't create the cause, did we?

With a cool face and a cold tone, Sir Warren cuts back. General Rover, who is behind us, is also snorting (nodding) with the look of getting my will.

With a sinister face, but without grasping the thread of objection, he sees a silent treasurer, and the king finally speaks.

"This is Rover...... you seem to make sense of what the Ishareans claim. There has long been talk of soldiers being underpaid. At this time, it is not bad to solve the problem. Temporary amending budgets will be necessary, but if the refrigerator box (ice box) works as we have seen, tax revenues will also increase due to the revitalization of the economy. There's nothing wrong with the military budget if you spend that much."

"Ha..."

The dreams that I had portrayed as both an increase in revenues disappeared with a sinister face, but the king is right here. I had no choice but to snort.

"What do you say?

"Fine. That's all I have to offer you, but Warren has something to say."

"Sir Warren...?

Anxiety and fright mingled with the gaze of the king and the prime minister.