I want to protect you in this hand.

Arsh, eight, six, at the end of the month.

Lunch,

"I think Cyril knows that July is a 'surge'."

A surge is a phenomenon that comes regularly with suddenly more dungeon demons. At this point, if you don't get it right, you're out of the dungeon. Merrill has only one dungeon, so fine, but there are a number of dungeons in the King's Capital, and for the sake of its surge response, so much so that there are the Knights of the Kingdom.

"Merrill doesn't have much accommodation or restaurants. Especially at noon."

"Sandwich of your lunches, get that one out in the street"

"I'm finally settling down for breakfast..."

"No?

"Hmm, if we hire more of your wives and prepare them from the day before..."

"I don't need dishes or a place..."

"What to do with the menu"

"Don't change your day, eggs and birds every day."

"Me, I like the sweet one"

Cyril says.

"Really? I didn't know."

"You're a little embarrassed... but when I'm tired, I'm sweet glad!

"Hey, jam and molasses,"

"Uh, my bean paste"

"Guild leader, I like beans."

Eventually, I decided to sell eggs and birds for 300 gills, bean paste and jam, and molasses for 200 gills in small bread.

"Let's hire a seller."

"No, you guys do it"

"Why?"

"(Meryl's adventurer pushed me) This one's more of a jerk."

"Uh."

"I guess 20 each..."

"... take advantage of your reflections during breakfast..."

"30 at a time..."

The wives hire them, arrange to buy them out, and prepare the wrapping paper, and come on, the "surge" seven moons begin.