Dungeon Designer: Bringing Smiles to the World!

"So what? What do those guys want from me? Do they also want me to design their dungeons?" The only reason Rogge could think of was that those powerful and arrogant dungeon lords would actively seek him out.

"That's certainly what some people think, but..."

Holak chuckled: "It's rare to see someone as principled as me. Luckily you didn't answer those guys' calls, or I reckon you'd be completely taken advantage of."

"That's true." Roger nodded. He was quite self-aware. When it came to scheming and manipulating contracts, ten of him probably couldn't match a vampire or mind flayer.

"Which city lords specifically want to befriend me?" Although he didn't plan to make any connections for the time being, Rogge was still a little curious.

"They're all lords of level 2 dungeons: the succubus from [Fugen Dungeon], the Midnight Ghost from [Conrad Dungeon], and oh right, that traitorous human from [Alpha Dungeon]."

Succubi, midnight ghosts, and humans who managed to survive and betray the Chaos faction, eventually becoming dungeon lords.

It truly is a gathering of wise men.

"That succubus even said that if you're willing to design a dungeon for her, she can give you a sweet dream." Although Horak was an old lich without that kind of ability, he was once human and still knew about it.

"Don't joke around." Roger changed the subject somewhat helplessly: "Let's start working on the renovation of the disease village according to the plan first. Besides, it's getting late, and I still have to go to the city."

……

When Rogge opened his eyes again, his consciousness had already entered the phantom clone located in Leman City.

"grown ups."

Just as Rogge was slowly adjusting to the slight difference brought about by the transfer of consciousness, the servant Orfion, who was standing beside him, said with his head down, "A group of special guests have arrived at the shop."

"Who?" Roger stretched.

"【Silver-Ash Squad】."

"Okay, let them in."

As someone who cleared his dungeon, SilverAsh naturally fell within Rogue's key focus.

As for why the other person came to this store, it's not hard to guess; they probably got the recommendation from [Ember].

Soon after, Orfion led the five members of SilverAsh into the shop. Rogue, who was sitting down, quickly got into character, crossing his hands and resting his chin on them, deliberately adopting a profound posture.

This is also a technique; according to Rogge's observations, most adventurers like things that seem to have a strong backstory.

"Welcome, everyone from SilverAsh. I'm the shop manager of this store."

"Oh! Shopkeeper, you know us?" The elf girl, Lia, withdrew her curious gaze from the shop's unique Chinese-style decor.

"Of course," Rogge smiled. "After all, you've just successfully explored a part of real history."

"Heh." The mage Dylan was the first to mock, "A dungeon is just a dungeon, nothing more than a trick played by those filthy races underground."

Roger, however, didn't seem to mind the other man's sharp tongue. Instead, he laughed and said, "Perhaps Mr. Dylan is well-suited to the title of 'Tongue of the Mocker'."

"snort."

Dylan snorted and said nothing more, because Galadon had already restrained him.

[SilverAsh] After all, he came to buy a strategy guide, and it seems that this strange shop does not believe in the concept of "the customer is God".

Finally, Horn stepped forward, a smile plastered on his face: "We were able to clear the [Dorn Dungeon] thanks to the custom-made strategy guide that the shopkeeper sold to [Ember]."

Rogge shook his head: "Cleared it? You might have misunderstood something. The Dorne Dungeon is no ordinary dungeon. You've only explored a part of it, or even just a very small part."

Upon hearing this, the SilverAsh members naturally didn't quite believe it.

Roger, of course, could see this too: "Alright, believe it or not is up to you. Let's talk about business first."

The strategy is to play hard to get. Adventurers need to be baited so they'll take the bait. In short, you have to be the riddle master!

With a hint of skepticism, Horn explained why they had come.

"The [Taifa Dungeon], it's said that the secrets of the Age of Fire are hidden inside. I wonder if you guys can find it." Rogge looked at the [SilverAsh] group: "The deal is done. Sign the contract. Customizing the strategy will take time."

The five people opposite each other exchanged glances, and Galadon took the lead in writing his name on the contract, followed by the other four.

After signing the contract, Horn continued, "What do you know about that gluttonous dragon, shopkeeper?"

"One of the few remaining descendants of the ancient dragon, it's a pity that it became like this because it devoured countless undead filth. Perhaps killing it would be a relief." Rogge said with a sigh.

Upon hearing this, Horn immediately pressed, "Ahem, then the Gluttonous Dragon's weakness is...?"

"Tail." The answer was concise and to the point, just two words.

"Tail?"

"Otherwise what?" Roger asked, somewhat puzzled. "Dragons are so big, their tails are the most important part for balance. Once they lose their tails, it's almost equivalent to losing their ability to move on the ground. That's common sense. Not to mention, the wings of the Gluttonous Dragon have long since degenerated to the point that it can't fly anymore."

"Uh, okay."

Despite his seniority, Horn had never fought a dragon before, so he remained skeptical.

Others, however, have varying opinions on this matter.

Aesop remained silent as always, Galadon seemed lost in thought, Dylan was still dissatisfied with what Rogue had said earlier, and as for Leah…

Well, while Roger was talking to Horn, the girl had already secretly tasted a snack called "spicy strip" on the table, and then she couldn't stop eating it, finishing it in just a few bites.

An embarrassed Horn quickly pulled his archer aside, and after confirming the completion time of the raid, he left the shop with SilverAsh and the others.

Watching the departing figures of the SilverAsh crew, Rogue muttered to himself, "I wonder if Horak will listen to me and go easy on him..."

Upon hearing the name "Horak," Orfion, who had been standing perfectly fine, immediately began to tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

Immediately afterwards, Orfion's voice suddenly became aged, like that of a lich.

"Calling my name on the surface is not a good habit."

Orfion, no, Horak, who should now be controlling Orfion's body, slowly spoke.

"You've lived longer than the entire history of Leman City, so probably no one here would recognize you." Roger stretched again, then asked, "How's the Sicks Village renovation going?"

"It's almost done, just a few details need to be perfected."

"Leave it to me; details determine success or failure." Roger took the initiative to take on this task.