Dungeon Reset

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Harun.

The sanctuary of the forest tribes and the legendary forest where the world grows.

“Burn!”

Bloop!

“Kill the witches! ”

“To the Emperor! ”

in the forest, where the roaming paladins are heating up.

“Tell us about the vegetables and toppings you want and we'll take them with us! ”

The food truck in Jungdown opened.

Booo!

The elephant golem cries out.

Two new elephants made from the nucleus that Jungdown had in his possession.

The side of the window was heavily pierced, and inside it was beautifully placed and neatly arranged with sliced sandwich materials.

While the guests were waiting, the interior was well visible from the outside so that they could taste the freshness with their eyes.

And after that, the food truck's mascot, a beautiful, sweet albassinian memory, was welcoming guests with a bright smile.

“Would you like to order? Pick a bun first, tell me about the vegetables and toppings, and I'll bring them to you. ”

“Yes, Your Highness. I want rye bread with no cucumber for the bread. Lettuce is a lot……. And a glass of Ghost Milk. ”

“Yes, I got your order. So what do you do with the sauce? Tomato sauce? Or sweet.... What?”

Cough!

“You followed me here already? ”

Suddenly, when the ground shook, the memory Albasant opened his eyes wide and turned his gaze outward.

Querkus, the guardian of the forest, has become even bigger than the first time, following a food truck.

The pace is very heavy and slow, but the size of the walk narrows the distance from the food truck in no time.

Despite the overwhelming appearance of pressure, the memory Albasant did not panic and applauded and noted people.

“A word of advice to those who have waited -! This is as far as orders go, and we're moving to the next stop! ”

“Huff! We've been waiting for you! ”

“Your Highness, could you do something for us? ”

The forest tribes mow down trees near the food truck, waiting for an ordering order.

Memory Albasant looks down at them, greeting their hands and seeking understanding.

“I'm sorry, but we can't all get trampled to death with a sandwich, can we? So, sir, have you picked a sauce? ”

Memory was already an experienced professional Albanian.

I cut the bread in half with my skilled hand, while taking orders, and filled it with the vegetables and toppings that were cut in between.

“Oh, you've grown a lot. ”

The young boss of the food truck praised her in wonder.

“You have to work hard. It's the only thing I can help you with. ”

It was a memory that spoke with a bright smile.

He, too, was neither a forest tribe nor a wizard, but an ordinary human being.

Poor health that even an axe cannot be axed because it has been locked up since childhood.

It was the only thing he could do.

“By the way, mister, what's that in your hand? ”

The memory points to the pot in the hands of the man in question.

He taught the memory how to make a sandwich and was focusing on other things after leaving everything behind.

That's it.

“I've developed a new source! ”

A proudly pushing pot.

“New sauce? ”

The memory looks inside and knngs its nose.

And I tilted my head with a curious look.

“I'm not really looking forward to the color. How does this taste? ”

“Don't doubt, Albanian. No matter what you imagine, it'll taste better! ”

“ ……? ”

How does one Alba Saint know what the boss is thinking?

I felt like I was going to fly.

The forest tribes are the best! ’

[…… how strange of you to use the gardeners like that.]

Solia sighs faintly as she watches her downward movements.

* * *

Gardener.

All the elites of the forest who were working hard to cut down the trees were elites who turned out to be special talents.

The name they were allowed was the gardener.

And the capacity of the gardeners was literally gardening.

They were able to use the ability of 'germination’ to choose the kinds of flowers and grass that grow under their feet as intended.

He also had the ability to use his magical power to ‘grow faster’.

It was the gardeners who were able to use these two abilities to create abundant forests on dry land.

However, even ‘high speed growth’ had a limit on its speed.

If the plants grow too much, the soil will suck up all the nutrients in the soil and dry them up.

But Jungdown had purified bone powder and rat dung fertilizer!

Full of nutrients!

So Jungdown mixed the two fertilizers evenly and sprinkled them on the ground and allowed the gardeners to stand on top of them.

And I ordered it all for free.

“Mushrooms.”

“Yes? Grow Mustard?" I don't think that's human-readable. ”

“Mushrooms.”

“Yes……. ”

There was no confusion about the terms used by each other because they were using transcendent language.

It was a spell I couldn't comprehend, but the gardeners allowed the mustard to grow heavily under his feet as he instructed.

Combined with his fertilizer and rapid growth abilities, the rate at which he grew was such that his mouth fluttered.

Then he dried the mustard he collected from it, ground it into powder, and mixed it in water.

But this was not the end.

Honey mustard sauce in a sandwich is the ultimate goal.

The ingredients were simple.

Mayonnaise, mustard, honey, cider.

This was the end.

For those who enjoy brunch, it was a recipe that they had searched on the internet once.

“All I need now is Mayonnaise. ”

The ingredients that entered Mayonnaise were simpler.

A little salt and pepper, cooking oil, vinegar.

And egg yolks!

Jungdown ordered more from the gardeners.

“Now make some pepper, too. ”

“Yes……. ”

[You're going to pick mulberries.]

You hear Sollia kick her tongue.

“Can the goddess use that tone? ”

[I can't think of any suitable words other than this expression......]

Literally.

Jungdown was pulling mulberries from the gardeners.

“Hey, Mr. Jung-Down. Can we take a break, please? I don't have enough magic to make me grow faster... ”

“Oh, really? Then take a break and cut down some trees. Next, please! If you can't axe the remaining gardeners, come this way! ”

“ ……. ”

[…….]

I really do.

I was pulling out the mulberry.

If you don't have enough magical power, use your strength.

When you're exhausted, use your magic.

He was the head of a food truck that spins around the gardeners like that.

“Then it's over with the egg. ”

[You won't be able to get it.]

“Why can't you save her? ”

[The world has already begun to end.]

Sollia speaks in a bitter tone.

[New life is no longer being born on this earth. It started as a bird in the sky.]

“Aha.”

When I heard that, I suddenly remembered.

The phrase about "slugs" that appeared in the Witch's diary one day.

Egg

What does an egg taste like?

I can't even imagine the taste.

I really want to try it.

If a new life is born on this earth someday....

The reason it didn't taste anything in the slug was because the witch had never eaten an egg before.

It was because the birds no longer lay eggs.

“I can't help it. Then let's use slugs instead of eggs, like texture or something. ”

The chindown clears the carry-on and pulls out the clear mucus from the stored slug.

And I was able to mix all the ingredients thoroughly to make honey mustard sauce.

* * *

“That's the sauce. ”

“Wow! This is really good because I sprinkled it on the salad. I didn't expect much from the color of the song! ”

“Huh. What did I tell you? ”

The memory was amazed by the crunchy cut vegetable salad with yellow honey mustard sauce.

Delicious food is always right.

“Mister! Put this on the menu too! ”

“Huh? You should call me boss, not mister. You're Albanian, and I'm the boss. ”

“Yes, boss! ”

Mr. Jeong-Dong glances at the beautiful and desirable albassine who sparkles and gives opinions.

With his curiosity, he dropped a specially prepared menu for Alba Saints on a salad sprinkled with sauce.

Those are little pieces of chicken!

Memory isn't a forest species, so you can eat meat.

“Cajun chicken salad, then! ”

“ ……! ”

No. Oh, my God.

The menu was growing in food trucks!

And it tastes...!

[What are you doing?! You said you'd fight the Emperor! You said you'd protect Harun! We're getting surrounded!]

Solia is more angry than ever.

Let's see, Jungdown has forgotten his beginnings and is only researching lunch boxes for the Forest Tribe!

Then Jungdown suddenly smiled and said.

“It's okay. It's almost time. ”

What?

Jungdown looks back at Querkus.

Cough!

That was the result of cutting down the tree hard.

It was so large that it even caught the eye of Emperor Bhuban and the paladins who were wandering through the forest entrance.

They were screaming, their eyes glowing.

“Found it! The world! ”

“I have found the world's water, Emperor! ”

“Khahaha! I see! I finally found it! The legend was true! Kuhahaha!”

Emperor Bamum smiles faintly at the giant wooden giant from afar.

Then I called in all the paladins scattered in the forest with greedy eyes.

“Hey! I found the Water of the World, so I can't find any more Forest Tribes!" Gather round! We're all going to the Water of the World together! ”

“Phew!"

The paladins gathered around Emperor Vabun, answering in one voice.

Then he muttered to each other with a curious face.

“But was the water of the world supposed to move like that? ”

“I see. He's wandering around like that. I haven't seen him in a while. ”

“I know. Who knew the world would have feet in it? ”

“Yes? But what is that? ”

“What?”

The paladins suddenly saw a square lump of dirt floating far and wide in the sky.

It's a satellite observation deck with a crevice running around in a food truck.

And Jungdown, who was watching them from there, smiled and said.

“It's coming this way. Let's get ready. Set a trap. ”

[Set a trap.]

[Set a trap.]

[Set a trap.]

…….

Emperor Baboon and the paladins could not have imagined.

This is where they're coming.

The fact that Querkus stands in a forest is exactly the opposite direction from the world's water.

Jungdown said to the forest tribes while firmly preparing for the real guests.

“Everyone go back to your hideouts and hide! ”

“A hideout... like that grave? ”

The tribes of the forest asked, pointing to where the Grimbells had been digging.

Jungdown lets you dig a huge pit and build a hideout beneath it so that paladins won't see you from afar.

And the hideout was…… a huge rectangular horn-shaped structure reminiscent of the pyramid.

“Huh? I think I saw it somewhere.... ”

At the sight of the lair made by the Grimbells, Jungdown tilts his head.

Then I realized that I was flawed.

Surprisingly, the appearance of a hideout born in the hands of Grimbells was similar to the tomb of Emperor Bamum, who was buried under the lake of Seiren.