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While the two of them were talking I was thinking about my reward ratio for a slightly dangerous dungeon run.

I guess that I couldn't complain too much since I had never meant this to be more than a newbie run. But at this rate the two, alright, three of them would have to make twice daily expeditions for years for me to gain in power. And I doubted they would be doing much better.

Few people were ever around a dungeon as new as me back home. Anyone living nearby would hit a new dungeon in groups at least once every hour, most likely both day and night.

So many people would let a dungeon level up as fast as they could. Me, I had two adventurers and a magical beast that were only planning on two trips a day. I needed another source of BP

I could send out my four kobolds to kill things, but I only got BP for things killed within my reach. I guess as a reward for defending my dungeon against things that would destroy or feed on a dungeon. Like demons or something. Adventures didn’t count since dungeons were made to level them up…

To fight demons or other hostile beings from outside the world. I had always been taught that dungeons had been made by the gods to prepare adventurers to defend their worlds. What if the dungeons came about some other way and just empowered adventures as another layer of defense for themselves?

I checked the manual. Nope, nothing there. I guess I just had to wait to ask someone else to figure that out and get back to me.

Meanwhile, I needed to prod these two along.

Both of them gave Kelvin strange looks as he headed in, handed them a note, then snagged one of the nearly finished drink bottles and ran off with it.

What the hell? I didn't want to try the unnatural colored Gator aide. Was he just grabbing it for himself?

Iris yelled, “Hey, bring that back you little mother...” then stopped herself as Molly nearly fell on the couch she had been sitting on as she laughed

Eventually, they read the note. "What did you do wrong? How can you improve?”

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The old woman looked thoughtful after reading the note out loud, while the younger woman immediately began sounding off her every thought.

"I think sticking to the wall lets them decide on when to attack and we shouldn't let them take control like that. But if we walked out into the middle of the room we could have had them coming at us from all sides."

“And the tennis racket was a good idea, but I need something that does some real damage when I hit them the first time.”

Then she shook her head dismissively. "Also I was worried about hurting cute little animals, but those suckers were mean. I found them very hittable.”

Iris snorted at that. “Yeah, forcing them to come to us could have been good, but they had too many directions they could come at us from. And they could take their time to get into position. We got to keep our opponents on the defensive. Make them react instead of picking their attacks.”

She started tapping her fist on her knees as she bounced them up and down. “We need something to hit them as range, something we can use on the quick little buggers. And I’m not that good of a shot, not to mention the sound of gunshots would bring the cops back.”

Molly held her hand out flat and tipped it side to side. “We’re two and a half stories below ground down there. People might hear a shotgun, but a handgun would probably be safe enough."

As they seemed to have gotten the main lessons I had hoped they would figure out. Namely knowing when putting your back to cover would end up just being cornered, and the need for alternative ways to hurt things. I decided to work on my hunting idea.

Plenty of the homes in the neighborhood had dogs, but they were large enough to give the kobolds an even fight. Plus I didn't want to kill anyone's beloved family pet. And while I would be happy to see a few less wandering pests around the strs, some people did love their cats as well.

But vermin was fair game.

I built a side chamber off my utility floor below the basement. From the side chamber, I set the kobold to digging tunnels leading out past my reach out from below the house toward the sewer and the storm drains.

One or the other would have rats. Set out some dungeon goo to bring them in, and the two spare kobolds can get armed with snares and nets that could provide me with a steady supply of living 'Invaders" to be dragged into my reach and finished off.

Perhaps it was a little cruel since I would be targeting animals who were living their little rat lives well away from people's homeswhere killing them as pests would be justified. But in the end, we’re talking about rats. It’s not like we're going to run out of them, and I don't see going after them as any different than hunting. I am eating my prey in a way.

At this point, the two ladies had a pad of paper, for the old lady. As well as a handheld computer for Molly. Two of them were exchanging ideas that they were writing down as the two of them waited for a young man to show up on a much less impressive motorcycle to deliver them two Styrofoam containers.

One held a leafy salad with a bunch of other vegetables, some meat, and some cheese with a white sauce poured out of it from a sealed baggy which Molly tore open. While Iris ate three rolled up flatbreads filled with various substances. For which Molly chided her for ordering due to it being unhealthy to eat.

The old woman defended her choice by claiming. “Being able to eat anything I want again, and then just burn it off by exercising is half the reason I’m doing this.”

Molly raised her brows at that and then looked curious. “What the other half?”

Iris grinned. "Well it seems like just about every man my age is looking for a reason to get a prescription for Viagra, and I’d like to be one of those reasons.”

Both of them laughed. I had forgotten that was why men shouldn't listen in on women when they talked.

That afternoon they did better. They brought bricks.