I left the dungeon with the dropped gold, taking Alan with me.
　It's a dungeon that changes its structure every time you enter, and it's hard to get out.

　Alan was hit by a demon, his body was healed with a recovery bullet, but his mind was wounded and he couldn't get back up.
　Every time a small demon attacks him, he gets scared and shrinks back.
　I protected it and took it out of the dungeon.

'Satou-san!　Alan!　You were okay!

　Carlo was the first to come running and the other villagers came by.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for worrying you.
Tattered clothes, monster got you?
'Oh ...... it would have been a close call if Mr. Sato hadn't come along.

　When the villagers heard Alan's words, they let out an exclamation, "Oh ......".
　In the night before the dungeon, amidst countless torches, the villagers came looking at me with respect.
　The villagers came to look at me with respect.

　Rick, Alan's son, stepped forward and bowed to me.

"Thank you, sir!　Get your dad to help you.
Don't worry about it. More importantly, Alan.
What the f*ck?
You see how dangerous it is to say 'I can still make it'?
'Oh, oh, ...... painfully reminded me.'
Tell people that, and it will be more convincing coming from you.
All right, all right. You'll never see anyone like me again, I promise.

　Alan nodded strongly, though there was still a little bit of trepidation on his face.
　I hoped that the lightly traumatized amount of time it took to get through to the villagers.

　I could see Clint and the village chief outside the circle of respect that surrounded me.
　I wove my way through the crowd to get closer to them.

"Clint, look at this.
Is this ...... gold?
"Dropped from a rare monster.
...... I see.

　As expected of the head of the Dungeon Association, that's all he understood.

''Normal monsters have sand and gold, and rare monsters have gold nuggets like this. This dungeon is a gold mine of considerable value.''
Looks like it. What about downstairs?
I don't even know if it exists, because the dungeon structure is constantly changing.
'Well, we'll check that over here. Either way, if the gold is going to come out like this, we can pay for it. Let's bring this village under the Cyclo umbrella.

　I'm a little relieved.
　The billion-dollar story is moving, and getting Clint moving like this is the least I can do right now.
　I'm just relieved that he's working.

"Thank you, Mr. Sato, for all your help in getting this done. You will be rewarded accordingly.
Don't get your hopes up.
I'll send you 2,000 tons of sugar for now.
'That's a guy you really shouldn't expect to see!
'Don't be shy, sugar is a good thing.
'I don't need it, I really don't!　I don't want to get rid of it if I get that much.

　I know what it's worth, but I refused to do my best to imagine two thousand tons of sugar, because I was getting heartburned just thinking about it.

"Oh, well. Well, I'll get back to you later on to thank you, but for now, let's deal with Samethyne.
Please do so.
Oh, um!

　The village chief, who had been silent until then, interrupted the conversation.

'What's the matter?'
'Wow, we're not Cyclo. We'd like to join our benefactor, Mr. Sato.
Satou-san's?

　Clint frowned.
　'I mean, what are you going to say, village chief?

'Wait a minute, village chief. I'm just an adventurer, I don't have the power or money to negotiate with Samethyllene. And it was Clint who sent me here in the first place.
Shh, but ......

　The village chief glanced at Clint.
　Maybe it's because Clint is frowning at the sudden selfishness of his brow, or maybe it's because he's pressured into looking away.

'Well, cities are not to be trusted: ......

　The village chief said in a fading voice.
　The next thing I knew, the villagers in front of the dungeon were all looking at me.

　They all looked at me with resigned eyes.

　I don't trust the city.
　This village, Indor, has been treated coldly by Samethylen for so long that it has come to that conclusion.

　An empty, poor village, and if you look closely, you'll see that the clothing is beyond simple and clingy, and the villagers are uniformly thin.
　And then there's Alice, who has left the village.

　Is Indor the result of years of cold treatment by Samethrene?
　When I think about it, I want to do something about it, I want to do something about the village of Indor, cold and unhappy, and I want to do something about it.

　'What to do,' I thought.

'Then we should form the Indore Dungeon Association. And the president will be Mr. Sato.
What?

　I was surprised, and the villagers were buzzing about it.

We should form an association here in Indore, not under Cyclo. And if Mr. Sato is the president of the society, then everyone will be safe, right?
'Oh!　Of course.

　The village chief was the first to nod, and the villagers followed suit.

'If it's Satou-san, I ain't complaining.
You're the one who saved my asses twice over!

　Clint looked at me in the background as he lifted me up.
　And that's what I mean. I hear a mute message saying.

"But I'm just an adventurer.
I think adventurers should go on. I've been leaving Cyclo and ducking into dungeons a lot.
Really?!
'We haven't become adventurers these days, and monsters aren't something you just have to defeat.
Can't we just take it down?

　What do you mean?　He nodded his head, frowning.

'Love, love, you can only get the best sugar when you beat it with love.
...... Oh, yes.

　I lost it by taking it seriously.
　I thought it would be a delusional statement by Clint.
　I don't think love can surpass the drop rate in this world.
　That's pretty clear when that Eve is begging me for a carrot.

　Drop Rate > Love.

　It's this world.
　It is, but I didn't go into it.

　I understand why you go to the dungeon sometimes to do it.
　So it's fine with me, and that's what Clint says implicitly.
　Of course it's Cyclo, he's paying for it.

　I'm not just a hired gunner, I'm a hired association manager.

"Am I the head of the dungeon society of Indor?

　Clint nods.
　They're all staring at me.
　They all look at me expectantly.
　They've been treated coldly by the villagers.

"...... We need to set some policies.

　Look at Clint and say with the nuance of policy (condition) as far as it goes.

Let me hear it.
'We're going to greatly reduce the buy-in tax for the villagers we have now.
Zero.

　Clint answered immediately.
　Even I would be like that.
　The number of people in the village now, the power.
　Even if we waive the taxes, there's still a margin of error.

"In the beginning, we'll tax them and build the infrastructure and stuff.
It comes naturally to me.

　This too was answered immediately. That's how I felt about it.
　A gold mine, a dungeon that produces gold and gold nuggets.
　Adventurers would flock to the mine town, and if they did, they would set up the infrastructure and other things on their own.

　I've made some conditions.
　You can do it now, because without me in between, Clint--Ciclo won't be able to get to this dungeon.
　And I feel like I need to get him out now. Maybe Clint will be okay, but it's not going to be as bad as the last time the villagers were under Samethyllene.

　I laid out a possible policy (condition) to Clint.
　I'm just saying the obvious, because there's nothing crazy about it.
　So, Clint took it all in stride.

"What else?
It's gone, that's enough. Sametylene, please.
I'll take care of it.

　Clint said and turned and walked away.
　Now all we have to do is wait for him to negotiate with the people on the other side?

　No, I can't just leave it to him.
　There may be times when you still need help, just as you did with Ceren.
　I'm bracing myself for that to happen.

"Thank you, thank you, Sato-san.

　Then the chief and the villagers barged in.

"We owe you a great debt of gratitude.
Yeah, it's awesome to be on equal footing with a big city dungeon master like Cyclo.
I work for Mr. Sato!　Work hard and be strong!
I mean, make me your apprentice, Mr. Sato!

　I was left in a bit of a bind as the villagers recklessly mauled me.