Day 7
In the end, we didn't do anything for two days after expanding the
dungeon. The bandits seemed to have taken some time off too, judging by
how about half of them had been hanging out in the dungeon drinking and
sleeping for the past two days. I had thought that bandits spent all day every
day plundering, but I guess not. Maybe they just don't work when their boss
is away for a few days? Either way, I didn't mind. Them hanging around
inside the dungeon meant we got a little more DP each day.
When the boss of the bandits eventually came back, he had seven new
thugs with him. I wondered where he got them and how strong they were...
but judging from how much DP they were earning us, "thugs" was the right
word for them. Each one of them earned us about 10-15 DP a day, so the
seven of them combined boosted our daily profits by 70-105 DP. Not to
mention, there was a young adventurer with them that they had probably
kidnapped on the way back.
Yeah, too bad he's not a girl, since he's all tied up. That ball-gag
especially would be pretty hot on a gi— My pervy thoughts were interrupted
by the bandits suddenly stabbing the adventurer repeatedly with their swords.
Holy crap. These guys are scary. I watched the dungeon absorb the blood
flowing onto the floor in a daze, and soon enough the slaughter was over.
"Oooh! Wow, that earned us a lot of DP. Around 300 DP, just from that
one guy."
"...We can summon fifteen of those goblins you love so much with that."
Aaah, right. That was a live sacrifice to us, the dungeon. That's the kind
of enthusiasm I like to see. I should reward them somehow...
And so, since they went out of their way to bring back a sacrifice, I
decided to reward them with a [Sharp Iron Sword (150 DP)]. 530 DP left,
huh? I really wanna save up more than that.
"Hey, it looks like they wanted us to expand the rooms again." I checked
the dungeon monitor and saw the boss of the bandits looking at the iron
sword and grumbling to himself. Talk about ungrateful. I didn't have to give
you that sword, y'know?
"Haaah. If they wanted more rooms, they really shoulda said that first.
We're not mind readers."
"What are you going to do? Give them another room anyway?"
"I don't want to use that much DP right now... Oh, I've got an idea."
# Bandit's Perspective
I went to town and sold all the stuff I stole. Though, I didn't actually go
into town. I went to the slums built right up close to the wall surrounding the
town.
Naturally, things ain't so bad around here that a bandit like me can get
into the actual town... without paying a bribe, that is. Oh, and if yer
wonderin' about the steel helmet that dungeon gave me, I decided not to sell
it. Somethin' good might happen if I treat the first gift it gave me real well.
Anyway. I got seven new lackeys from the slums. Town thugs, bandits
like me, runaway slaves... They were all a bunch of lowlifes like that. We
stumbled upon a bratty adventurer walking down the road himself, so we
knocked him down and brought him back to the base. Heheh. Things really
go to shit once you get too far away from town. Rookies shouldn't be
traveling near the mountains alone.
Once we got back, I went out of my way to kill the brat inside of the
dungeon so it'll give us another new room. The seven new guys couldn't
believe it when the corpse started to sink into the ground, heh. Better not tell
anyone about this, punks, unless you wanna end up the same way.
"Boss, a treasure chest appeared!"
"Got it... wait, what? A sword?"
The only thing inside the chest was a sword. An iron sword. It's much
better than the sword I've been using. But I don't want a new sword right
now. I want a new room. Things'll be tighter now that we've got seven new
guys. Though, we managed before with a single room by having six people
stay inside while two people went outside to stand guard, so we can manage
now with three rooms... but it'll still be tight. I want a new room as soon as
possible.
Another chest appears while I'm in the middle of grumbling about that.
"Huh? What's the deal this time?" I open the chest and see a letter written on
the bottom: "If you want me to make another room, dig some of it out
yourself"... with three new pickaxes on top of it.
# Keima's Perspective
I gave them some pickaxes so they could help dig out the room, but they
just got mad.
But why? The less rock that's in the way, the less DP it costs to make a
room, so them mining the walls a bit themselves would really help out.
"I dunno, I think it makes sense that they would get mad. I'd get mad too,
you know?"
"Yeah, you're right. I guess I knew this would happen."
"You knew this would happen...? Keima, you gave them the pickaxes
knowing they'd get mad?"
Weeeell, I was thinking that they'd work harder to bring sacrifices if they
got mad at me for not giving them an extra room, but yeah.