Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 379

Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (50)

 

Preparing the wine proceeded smoothly and swiftly.

 

“A large group of guests is coming to our hotel. So we’ll need quite a bit of wine. Could you prepare some for us?”

 

Just these two sentences were enough to make the Grays’ eyes sparkle.

 

“How much?”

 

“At least thirty bottles.”

 

“…!”

 

I could hear the mice whispering among themselves. 

 

They were muttering about how overtime was officially confirmed, and how they wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. 

 

‘As expected, is that much too difficult after all?’ 

 

Even so, considering the casting time was five minutes, I needed multiple bottles— 

 

Just as I was thinking that.

 

Gray 3 flared his nostrils and said,

 

“That sounds fun! 30 bottles of wine!”

 

…?

 

So they were whispering because they thought it would be fun.

 

Gray 2 even approached me with an excited expression and asked,

 

“Will 30% of the wine sales this time as well….”

 

“Of course I’ll give it to you guys.”

 

“…Hehe. There’s a new sun visor I’ve been eyeing in the Yeongchun Coin Shop. I think my efficiency will skyrocket if I wear that while working.” 

 

Gray 2 showed me the new sun visor on a phone he seemed to have bought from the Yeongchun Coin Shop.

 

No matter how I looked at it, it was a sun visor with a floral brim, the kind you’d often see in farming villages, but Gray 2 looked incredibly happy despite calling it “new.”

 

Seeing as there were about 15 similar items in his shopping cart, it seemed he had done quite a bit of comparison shopping.

 

‘It’s good that he likes money, but….’

 

If he ends up spending all the money he earns working on buying work equipment, isn’t that just going in circles?

 

That thought crossed my mind, but I didn’t say it out loud.

 

Spirits have their own ways of living, I suppose.

 

And so, the spirits’ wine-making project began the very next day.

 

First, the spirits quickly began picking grapes as soon as morning came.

 

I decided to join the spirits in their wine-making project.

 

And I handed out hats to them.

 

“Oh… this hat…!”

 

Gray 2 accepted the sun visor with a touched expression.

 

It was because the hat was the exact ‘new arrival’ he had wanted to buy. 

 

A hat heavily adorned with a flashy floral pattern.

 

Wearing the hat, Gray 2’s eyes widened.

 

“It really is perfect. It allows ventilation over the head, offers a clear view in front, and doesn’t let a single drop of sunlight in! I no longer have to worry about UV rays!” 

 

“Spirits worry about UV rays too…?”

 

When I cautiously asked the Gray next to me, he replied firmly,

 

“UV rays are the sworn enemy of spirits.”

 

“…I see.”

 

I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. 

 

“More importantly, want to try these pants on too? I noticed you guys working and thought it might get pretty hot during the day, so I prepared them. They’re so comfortable, it feels like you’re not wearing anything at all.”

 

I began handing out brightly patterned work pants, often called “Ajumma pants,” to them.

 

The mouse spirits, who looked at the work pants with puzzled faces, began changing into them one by one, and then their eyes widened just like Gray 2’s.

 

“This…! It really feels like I’m not wearing anything!”

 

Each of them repeatedly stretched and released the elastic waistbands of their pants.

 

The sight was both a bit funny and familiar.

 

“Wow, wearing this makes me want to work so badly!”

 

It was true. Once they put on the hats and work pants, the mice’s efficiency began to skyrocket.

 

These hats and work pants aren’t even items…….

 

I was puzzled watching the mice work even more enthusiastically than when they wore their uniforms.

 

Perhaps it has something to do with that.

 

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After wearing the work pants and hats I gave them, the mice’s affinity began to climb steeply again.

 

It seemed they really liked them.

 

Gray 2, in particular, was recording a precarious figure of 92.

 

‘As expected, at this rate, it won’t be long before they make wine that can go to the future.’

 

There was no need to purposely lower their affinity, but I had to complete the high-quality wine before it reached 100.

 

However, another unexpected event occurred.

 

A few guests saw the sight of them working in these floral hats and work pants, took pictures, and posted them on social media.

 

The K-sun visor is excellent! Such an amazing design! I told the Boss I wanted to buy one, and she just gave it to me!

 

And the attached photo showed me and the staff wearing sun visors and work pants, picking grapes and carrying them in a large basin.

 

Is it really possible for French people to take such heavily Korean-style photos in their own country?

 

I laughed awkwardly a few days later when the Manager searched for the photo and showed it to me.

 

But it was true that I could empathize with the foreigners marveling at the K-sun visors and K-work pants.

 

How should I put it…….

 

Korean agricultural labor is really all about the equipment, after all.

 

Thinking that, I picked grapes, put them in the basin, and worked hard alongside the Grays in the basement to make grape juice.

 

The grape juice made this way had to go into oak barrels for aging, where it would receive the squirrels’ blessing.

 

The squirrels whose affinity towards humans was noticeably low.

 

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‘I see. They haven’t had much contact with the hotel work, so their affinity hasn’t risen much.’

 

At least thanks to the dotorimuk, their affinity had risen significantly, and the Daramis who had reached human form and started working inside the hotel had high affinity.

 

However, the majority of the Daramis still praying for the oak barrel aging hadn’t seen their affinity rise much.

 

Come to think of it, while the grape juice itself gained more and more stats as the Grays’ affinity rose, the oak barrels hadn’t gained much in stats.

 

Perhaps the reason the time travel duration was uniquely short wasn’t because of the Grays, but because of these Daramis?

 

If that’s the case—

 

There’s only one way.

 

Target the Daramis using more diverse methods.

 

For instance, with something like this.

 

“Have you guys ever tried buckwheat crepes? They’re perfect as a snack while working.”

 

Having heard that squirrels also like buckwheat, I decided to make buckwheat crepes.

 

It was a recipe that involved making a batter with buckwheat flour, spreading it thinly, and filling it. For this, I borrowed Han Woohyun’s hands.

 

‘How on earth do you know how to make buckwheat crepes?’

 

‘…Because my dream is to be a good spouse and parent?’

 

To think an S-Rank combat hunter’s dream is to be a good spouse and parent.

 

It’s really strange.

 

Thinking that, I fanned my reddened face with my hand.

 

“Hmph. We don’t eat such vulgar food. The acorn jelly you gave last time was delicious, but—” 

 

I popped a buckwheat crepe right into the mouth of one of the chipmunks wearing priestly robes. 

 

At that, the chipmunk’s cheeks puffed up completely, and he glared at me in confusion. 

 

The little guy chewed the food in his puffed-up cheeks and shook his head vigorously.

 

“We don’t eat food like…….”

 

I held out a small cup toward him.

 

“…?”

 

“This is a liquor called makgeolli, and in Korea, people often drink it with buckwheat crepes as a work snack.”

 

“What is this liquor made of?”

 

Perhaps parched from the buckwheat crepe, he took sips of the liquor as he asked.

 

“Rice.”

 

“Riiice? Liquor is only good if it’s made from grapes….”

 

He stopped mid-sentence, took another bite of the buckwheat crepe, and took another sip of the liquor.

 

“…Right! Who makes liquor out of rice? Huh?”

 

Even as they spoke like that, three chipmunks completely polished off a plate of buckwheat crepes and a bottle of makgeolli. 

 

Of course, they were spirits, but their outward appearance was that of squirrels, so I stood there carefully shielding them so the scene wouldn’t look like animal abuse.

 

And above the heads of the grumbling Daramis floated numbers distinctly different from before.

 

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70

 

“Hehe… well then… shwall we… shtart? Bwing the oak barrelsh!”

 

If there was a slight problem, it was that the chipmunks had become a bit too excited?

 

Unlike usual, their prayers sounded closer to trot music, and their sacred prayer rituals involved dancing.

 

Fortunately, the end result was perfect.

 

Run Faster Through Time, Run~! Wine (A)

 

—Drinking even just half a bottle allows one to travel to the past.

 

—Duration: 30 minutes

 

—Expiration Date: 7 Days

 

It was a groundbreaking change.

 

I smiled brightly and accepted the 5 bottles of wine.

 

Since all the Daramis who had enthusiastically drank the makgeolli were knocked out cold, it would be hard to expect any more results today.

 

‘It doesn’t matter, though.’

 

Since the expiration date has been extended, we can just make more tomorrow.

 

The day after I clocked out with that resolution.

 

“…Aaaaaaaargh! Our graaaaaaaaapes!”

 

The Grays’ screams echoed from the vineyard.

 

Someone had made a mess of the vineyard.

 

And the culprit was smiling at us, his mouth covered in dark red grape juice.

 

“In The Fox and the Grapes, the grapes were sour, but these are sweet.”

 

Indeed.

 

The culprit was Ilmiho, smiling with his eyes curved prettily.