"This can't be done!"

The roar of the Dark Knight Salas seemed to echo through the heavy black armor that wore over his own body.

Just as it had never been clear why Mataxis, a skeleton made of bones, was able to neigh like a living horse, the members of the dungeon, including demons, mages, and goblins, had long wondered about the origin of the voice of the Dark Knight Salas.

However, doubts do not mean that they will ignore this voice, especially in meetings where the future of the dungeon is at stake. In the dimly lit halls of the dungeon, the four members of the group gathered around the dining table to discuss the rent of the hundred gold coins that had to be paid to the landlord of the dungeon, Caesar the Red Dragon, three days later.

Since the skeleton Mataxis could not speak his opinion in any of the languages on the continent, and the Goblinsette's construction, although most of them would not be taken into account, they were still spoken in a language that everyone could understand, so it was the skeleton horse guarding the door at the moment, and Seth stayed at the dining table in the hall and tried to beat hard in order to see the map on the table.

There are no furnishings in the hall, and of course even if there are furnishings in such lighting, they lose the meaning of display. A large wooden plank nailed to four sticks of roughly equal length, the only piece of furniture in the hall by the master of the dungeon, the other stool had long since been occupied by the archmage for private property.

There was no stool to sit on, and the dungeon lord and demon Amtils leaned back against the table, as the archmage Aqiman performed his movement spell with the goblins from the inn of his final home in Thor. The faint yellow light from the oil lamp that he brought back with him. I looked at the map on the table that clearly depicted a volcanic crater. As for the suggestion of Aqiman to infiltrate the red dragon's lair and steal the countless treasures inside. He seemed to think there was still a little bit of work, though Salas had expressed his frustration with the Archmage's plan to use the Dark Knight as bait to lure the dragon out of the lair for a while.

The Dark Knight is upset for good reason. Dragons, one of the oldest inhabitants of the continent of Vesta, have few objects that anger it that can escape the dragon's pursuit, be it a creature or a necromancy. While the "Brave" have made repeated attempts to obtain treasure or fame from the Red Dragons of Thor, the Dark Knight, who has never seen anyone leave after seeing anyone rushing towards the mountain, is unwilling to act as a decoy for the dragon.

Leaning lazily on the only stool in the hall, the Archmage looked at the demons and the Dark Knight in front of him through the yellowish light. The Dark Knight's objection was something he had anticipated early on, and if anyone had suggested that the Archmage should be used as bait to lure the dragon, he would have gotten more than just roaring.

It's obvious. The plan to steal the dragon's treasure is not a good idea. After much consideration, the demon Amtils came to a conclusion. However, the issue of rent still needs to be solved, but the previous plans proposed by the demons, including asking the archmage to go back to the archmage's tower to loot gold, or concoct a large number of magic potions to sell in Thor, and have the Dark Knight call on the skeleton warriors who are ready to follow his orders to collect burial goods from the cave where they are hiding, have been rejected by the mage and the dark knight without hesitation, and the plan proposed by the archmage to rob the bank or finally return to the hotel in Thor, intercept the regular goods transported from Thor's city to the imperial capital protected by the Holy Knights, and steal the treasure of the red dragon is more and more unfeasible。

The Dark Knight, who wasn't too good at coming up with ideas, had had enough of the ridiculous ideas that the two of them had proposed, but he didn't have any special ideas for a while, but the goblin, who had been jumping at the dinner table, suddenly shouted, "What is that red cross?"

There were not many red crosses on the map, and it was impossible to tell which one was the Dark Knight Salas that Seth was referring to, and he carried the goblins to the table. Then I followed the goblin's finger and saw a red cross mark that had been erased and later refilled. This map is depicted in great detail by a mage. There are hardly any traces of alteration on it, so this mark is indeed easy to attract people's attention. The demon and the archmage quickly noticed this, and the mark on the map was in the middle of a small valley, and the demon immediately turned his puzzled gaze to the archmage who had swept the goblins to the ground.

"It's Neil Canyon, and there's no way we're going to find anything other than decomposing corpses. Although he didn't think it made any sense, the archmage explained the mark, "There are the graves of the 'brave men' who have gone to the dragon's lair for I don't know how many years to try to make a contribution." ”

The treasure gathering lair of the Red Dragons of Mount Thor, which has long been a sacred place for the greedy for money, and the reputation of the "Dragon Slayer" has attracted countless people throughout the ages to make brave attempts. Almost as a matter of course, the same fate befell those who came, and the Red Dragon, unwilling to let the filthy corpses remain in his lair, would rather spend a little more time throwing the remains of these challengers into Neal Canyon.

Demon Amtils listened to the archmage's explanation, and his eyes suddenly swept over the armor on the Dark Knight's body, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Thinking that the demon who was about to go crazy had finally hit the armor on his body, Salas hurriedly reached out to cover the part of the breastplate that was not completely covered by black paint, but still reflected a little glimmer under the reflection of the light, only to find that the archmage had begun to look at the antique long sword he had placed on the table.

The goblin who had been swept to the ground sat on the ground in a daze, and suddenly heard the loud voice of the dungeon master, and immediately felt the meaning of anticipation.

"Let's go and see. ”

Because it doesn't know when a dragon might be encountered, Neil Canyon was cut off for an unknown number of years. There were no footprints on the scorched yellow soil, and the dragon had always flown by, dropping the corpses of the treasure hunters who had come to their deaths, and then immediately returning to his lair to continue thinking about how to get back more jewels.

After trekking from the dungeon for most of the day, the dungeon residents didn't have time to catch their breath. There were already exclamations. presented before their eyes. It was a hill made of countless bones. The smell of decay wafted. Several ghosts tried to tug at the corners of the archmage who could see them, in order to tell their sadness and disappointment.

Dragons are known for their power, but the greed for treasure or fame is more powerful than dragons, as evidenced by the piles of bones that are already taller than the Dark Knight on a skeleton horse. The ancient treasure hunters who had been crushed at the bottom had long since turned to ashes, and the demons were targeting the newcomers who were still at the top of the hill, and their armor, weapons, or rent that could be provided to the dungeon's inhabitants for a certain period of time, the red dragons never bothered to take off their weapons and equipment when they abandoned their corpses.

Amtils, the only demon born to fly, spread out the massive red wings behind him and leaped into the air. Soon, like snowflakes, pieces of cuirass fell from the air. There are quite a few other weapons and equipment. The Archmage noticed that several ghosts who had been hovering nearby immediately surrounded them, as if they wanted to put on their old equipment again, the Dark Knight sighed at several sets of armor engraved with roses while packing up sets of armor and placing them on the skeleton horse's back; Goblinsette's original mission was to observe the presence of the red dragon in the sky at any time, but now he has more mission to protect his own life: the sword and spear thrown by the demon from the sky may not know when he will let him stay here and become the companion of these greedy people。

Before you know it, the moon is already hanging on the horizon. The skeleton horse was bent over by the layers of armor on his back, so that the dark knight Salas, who was carrying a bunch of shields next to him, began to worry about whether the skeleton horse could withstand such weight without the support of muscles; the demon Amtils, who had two bundles of spears in his hands, began to yawn, after all, it had taken a lot of effort to select these weapons and equipment that should be able to be sold on that terrifying mountain of bones; archmage Aqiman used the legendary Trist staff as a burden, picked up a large number of sword weapons, and carried several skulls to be used for research in his pocketThe Goblinsette dragged a huge tower shield tied with a rope. The tower shield had accumulated a pile of miscellaneous items heavier than his own, many of which the mage believed would be able to sell for a good price.

Looks. It was indeed a night full of loads. Is the question of rent really settled? No one can say until the harvest is actually sold, and the burden of selling it tomorrow in Thor's city falls to the archmage and the goblins.

If the world of Purgatory really wants to open a branch in the human world, it will definitely be opened in a crater full of magma and lava like Purgatory, and the Tor Volcano, which is said to be one of the oldest mountains on the Vestal continent, is definitely the first choice.

The rock, which was gradually melted by the heat of the volcano, turned into a fiery red fluid shape, slowly flowed down the rock wall, and finally accumulated in the huge crater, which formed the magma lake of the current Tor crater tens of thousands of years later. There is a large area of flat ground near the lava lake, where the ash that was once ruthlessly ejected into the air and then fell to the ground, cooled and condensed to form this crimson ground, where the owner of the Tor volcano, the Red Dragon Caesar's lair, is located.

Today, the red dragon lay lazily by the lava lake as usual, silently counting the spark-inflattering bubbles that bubbled up from the lake. Although the dragons are said to be greedy for gold and silver treasures, for Caesar, lying on the edge of the lake and enjoying the temperature in the crater is more appealing than the act of going outside to scavenge for jewels, and there is absolutely no risk of being taken into his lair to enter his lair DQ treasures.

However, treasure thieves followed, which once bothered the Red Dragon. Not to mention the stench of the corpses left behind by the visitors when they burned in the lava lake, and even the almost constant murmuring from the mouths of the ghosts who could not do anything tangible to the red dragon, were important factors in Caesar's sleep quality. Until one day, he tried to throw the bones of a group of brave men who came to "slay the dragon" into the nearby Neil Canyon. By the way, after moving the body that was not really active when he was killing just now. The Red Dragon confirmed that it was a good idea: not only did he clean his nest full of treasures. Even the ghosts who remained in the dragon's lair, as usual, trembled until the red dragon couldn't bear to drive them out, followed their corpses to Neil Canyon in order to continue their long regret of regretting their trip.

The Red Dragon suddenly remembered the scene he saw yesterday when he woke up from a nap and flew into the air to do a little hovering activity: the group of neighbors at the foot of the mountain actually came to Neil Canyon. The red-winged demons flew over the hill of bones, picking at the armor worn by those who had been to the dragon's lair, while mages, dark knights, and goblins were busy on the ground sorting through the various items the demons had thrown down. This also reminded the red dragon that the deadline for paying the rent of these bastards was still three days away.

Because among the members of the dungeon, the Dark Knight, who has survived the longest years, has witnessed less than one-tenth of the cold and heat that the Red Dragon has experienced. So it's not an exaggeration for Caesar to call a demon, a mage, a dark knight, or a goblin a brat. In particular, the demon who gave up his promising job as a mercenary and came to the mountains to try to open his own dungeon was, in the eyes of the Red Dragon, just a childish reflection.

"Even if it's a child playing with mud and sand, the basic rent still has to be paid," the red dragon made the decision to personally go outside their dungeon tomorrow to collect rent as he licked the lava from the lava lake. Of course, the highest task at the moment is still sleeping.

Unfortunately, today is destined to be the day when you have to give up your nap. The dragon slowly lay back on the ground. The sound of horses' hooves on the ground announced to it the decision of the goddess of fate.

"Mr. Caesar!" At this moment, a small green figure appeared at the entrance to the dragon's lair. It's a bright day today. After the demon and the mage traveled to Thor, selling the armor they had acquired from Neir's Canyon yesterday, Goblin Set returned to his post as a guard outside the dungeon gates. And when the goblins noticed the arrival of another group of brave men, they came to the dragon's lair according to their usual custom to report the news to Caesar the red dragon.

Isn't the saying "watch and help each other"? According to the goblins themselves, this is their duty as neighbors. And in order to do his "duty", every time someone came in pursuit of treasure or glory, Seth had to run on the mountain road for more than an hour at his own speed, and this time was no exception.

Looking at the sweaty goblins, the red dragon who had already learned about the visitor's hooves through the sound of horses' hooves on the ground was too embarrassed to say something like "I already knew". Although the actual significance is not too great, the red dragon is still somewhat touched by the goblin's kindness.

Caesar the Red Dragon stretched out his claws, let the goblin climb into his hand, and handed it to him.

"Mr. Caesar, another group of men are coming up the hill. After saying this, the goblin sat down on the red dragon's hand and gasped.

"Yes, I see, thank you for coming to inform, little one. There was no need to make a sound, and through guò telepathy, the red dragon expressed his gratitude to the goblins. "Then you can now hide behind my chest, which should be the safest place for you, and my flames will never affect my own collection. ”

The goblin, who heeded the advice of the red dragon, heard the shouts of killing in the dragon's lair behind the red dragon's treasure chest.

According to the usual practice, it never took much time for the Red Dragon to eliminate the attackers. A wave of heat poured past the goblins, and the shouts of the brave came to an end. Without any doubt, the comers were to go back to Neal Canyon to be with their pioneers.

Grabbing the bones on the ground, the red dragon lifted the goblin up again and put it on his back: "Sit tight, little one." I'll take care of the residue first, and then I'll send you home by the way. ”

"...... home, Mr. Caesar, if you insist on receiving the rent tomorrow, or if this dungeon is already my home for the last night. ”

The lights in the dungeon hall were as dim as ever, but the reflection on the dark knight Salas, who was wrapped in black armor, could be regarded as a perfect complement. Fortunately, the flames of the oil lamps and the light smoke in the air added a hint of life to the lifeless hall, otherwise the goblinsette who had returned to the dungeon gate would not have dared to enter the building, which had been converted into a mausoleum. However, even if there is no dark knight exuding a gloomy aura inside, this dungeon looks not much different from the mausoleum from the outside, and the most fundamental reason for everyone's impression comes from the gate of the dungeon.

From the moment he rented the hill in the hands of the Red Dragon, the leader of the dungeon, the demon Amtils, began to design the appearance of the gate. However, starting with the black-painted iron doors, from the old oriental red-lacquered nail doors to the popular carved wooden doors, the Dark Knight and the Archmage were unanimously rejected, and after the final glass-colored double-arched plan also met the same fate, the demon finally gave up his pursuit of design talent and handed over the task of building the dungeon gate to the Dark Knight and the Archmage.

As a result, the Archmage and the Dark Knight discussed the idea of designing the gate for a full month, but of course did not recover their wages from the demons who had worked hard to dig in the then only a quarter of the current hall. Faced with the impending outbreak of the demon Amtils, they decided to stop the discussion about whether it would be more appropriate for the Dark Dwarves to have their stone carvings hand-mounted on the gates, and instead took the quickest way to install the gates for the dungeon. (To be continued......)