The adventurers complained and followed his instructions with dubious looks on their faces.


“Did something happen?”


“What’s wrong?”


Ortho and the others in the front-row came back rushing.


To our right was a forest and to our left was a sheer cliff.
Ahead of us was another steep cliff.
Two unreliable logs were hung at the end of the cliff, serving as a bridge to the other side of the river.


No, you idiot.
You should follow the safety standards.
Even the steeplejacks would have a coup d’état over something like this.


Even after I got off the portable shrine, I was still angry.


Adventurers were coming back from the other side of the river, which was more than 10 meters wide, crossing over the logs like street performers.
Xsara is jumping up and down on the log.


“…Let’s rectify this kind of place where a little mistake can kill you.
Hazard prediction.
Risk management.
Got it?”


The adventurers looked at each other and tilted their heads.


“Is there such a place?”


“Yes, sit down.
Sit there and reflect.”


The skinhead, about 20 years old, made an impossible statement, so I let him sit there.
He was complaining, but the people around him were forcing him to sit upright.


After confirming this, I pointed to the log.


“Xsara-san, try crossing it.”


When I said this, Xsara nodded curiously and started to cross the log.


“Camsin, kick the log.”




“Hey, Van-sama!”


As Camsin ran to kick the log, Xsara struggled across to the other side of the river.


“Are you trying to kill me?”


He turned back to the adventurers, pointing at Xsara, who was expressing his anger as he jumped on the other side of the river.


“Even the lightweight Xsara could fall if the log rolls or breaks.
Understood people!”




Everyone gave good replies.


“Then we should secure the logs or find a safer path, right? You got it?”




Another good answer.


Hmmm, he learned.


“So, what do you think we should do with these logs?”


“I’m going to put a lot of them in a row!”


“Yes, sit down.”




More adventurers sitting on their haunches.


“We’ll build a sturdy bridge! Bring wood!”


And so it was that I was to build a bridge before I reached the dungeon.


Ten minutes later, I built the bridge using wood I had purchased from a nearby place.
It was ten meters wide.
It was sturdy enough to allow a horse-drawn wagon full of luggage to pass through.
I also made sure that it would not move.


“Make sure you cross the bridge after securing your safety like this,” he said.


When he said this, the adventurers all jumped in.


“It’s impossible!”


“If we build a bridge like this, it will take days…”


“We don’t have time for this.”


They were all complaining.


“If you complain, I won’t build you a base.


I said, and the words of apology poured down like rain.


“I’m sorry!”


“I’ll build a bridge!”


“Please forgive me!”


Apologetic adventurers.
Van is a generous man.


“Well, about the base…”


With that, we look at the entrance to the dungeon.


The hole is about three meters long and wide.
The cave is shaped like a downward slanting cave, and the back part of the cave appears to be dimly lit.


The cave is surrounded by rock walls, and there is not much space in front of the entrance.
A short walk in the direction of return leads to a cliff with a nice-looking bridge leading to the other side of the river.


I’m a little worried about making a base in that little space.


“…How can I help you?”


Till asks me, and I look up, replying, “Yeah.”


First of all, I’d like to suggest the equipment we need.
What do you guys want?”


“A whorehouse.”


“No, thanks.
Sit down.”


The base was difficult to set up.

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