"900 mid-grade magic stones. I can't give up on that."
"Then what's your plan? You gonna raise them now? Galahad's one thing, but Guinevere isn't completely on our side."
"But it's 900 mid-grade magic stones! With that, all our orcs could ride Worwolves! 3-star ones!"
After the hasty retreat from basement 1.
I blocked the entrance to the underground and discussed the basement 1 raid strategy with my subordinates again. It would've been great to kill all roughly 1000 Slime Dragons, but unfortunately only 900 remained.
"I need to get at least half. And these are only the ones I directly stuck my hand in and pulled out. Magic stones—just 12!!"
"Then what are you gonna do? There's no way to beat them all one by one. You're not gonna grind down the kids, right? You're not gonna send them in, make them die if they can't get magic stones, then revive them with the magic stones we got, right?"
"Master. Lord Solomon advised dungeon masters against doing that."
