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"I'm sorry, Dungeon Mistress. For now, I have just two rapports." Lucius said. "Your new floor looks promising. Mushrooms definitely will help with our food variety. Spiders and their ability to throw nets are interesting. Exploring your new floor will take time. This is the third floor and to get there adventurers need time, and it’s dark there and proper searching takes extra time."

"Understood." Naomi nodded.

"And about shrooms," Eriser said. There could be some adventurers trying to sell you one for a lot of gold when it's worth one silver at best."

"It looks like that." Naomi shows a projection of Doom Mushroom.

Maxwe immediately noted and sketched it.

"What is it called?" He asked.

"Doom Mushroom." Naomi grinned amused.

"That is a normal mushroom? That name fits for something dangerous." Paoli said surprised.

"According to the dwarven legend I learned just now it caused the fall and destruction of two dwarven cities," Naomi explained.

"That is certainly bad." Paoli was shocked.

"Nah. Every dwarf is taught and worn about that story. If some sucker will spend all his money on this shroom it will be a good lesson for him and just an extra chapter for this story." Grand Forge Master said.

"The adventurers guild will issue a warning about that to be sure." Lucius decided.

"Great. The next floor will be no earlier than one week from now. If there will be some serious lack of something please tell me before I start building it." Naomi said.

"You should prioritize your safety, Dungeon Mistress," Lucius said.

"My safety is fine. It was even tested. Only the real army can pose a threat to me. And I want to see how they traverse the desert and start a siege of an oasis. And our future depends on our cooperation. I need adventurers exploring my floors to grow. You on the other hand need supplies for doing that. Until there wouldn't be a city outside my walls I’m your only source of food, water, medicine, and whatever else. So please tell me how I can help you."

"Understood, Mistress. In a few days, we will prepare rapport on things that could be useful." Guild Master promised.

"Thank you." Naomi smiled. "Someone knows where I could find the grand scholar Vecto. I have some questions about history and politics."

"Paoli, you are free. Help Dungeon Mistress." Guild Master said and threw to her one copper.

"No problem. Please, Mistress, follow me." Paoli said smiling.

When they exited the tent Nomi asked.

"Can I have a question?"

"Sure thing, Mistress."

"Why does your husband pay you for helping me?"

"Because right now we are doing our job. So he is a Guild Master and I’m just an adventurer."

"But he could just say that you must guide me."

"There isn't an adventurer who will do anything without being paid. The guild master isn’t our commander or something. He organizes jobs for us and guild halls are convenient places to sell your prizes. Imagine running around the city looking for a job as a warrior for hire and negotiating a reward for your work."

"I was wondering about that. I can understand the crafters guild. Crafters need someone who keeps an eye on the fairness of prices and quality of work. Sometimes distribution of materials and finished goods. But adventurers are so individualistic and strong-willed, that it is hard to believe you listen to someone."

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"And we don’t Mistress," Paoli laughed. "We get a great opportunity for fame and gold exploring your floors. And we all, me included, follow Guild Master plans, because they make sense. He can act as commander in emergencies, but that rarely happens, and adventurers in those situations will do what needs to be done anyway. And I think I see our Grand Scholar, I like easy money." She smiles.

"Good day to you Dungeon Mistress and you adventurer." Vecto stands from a table full of notes.

"Good day, sir." Naomi smiled. "Thank you, Paoli. You can return to your duties."

"I will stay. If I return, the Guild Master will send me on another errand and I don't feel like doing anything. And my team has a break today anyway."

"Sure thing, I don’t mind your company." Nomi smiled. "Sir, I have questions about history, politics, and similar things. Do you have some time, or will we meet another time?"

"I am at your service, Dungeon Mistress. These notes aren’t anything important."

"Great. Let us sit then." Naomi sat on the grass and Paoli and Vecto followed. "Last week I talked With the Grand Forge Master about innovations and he was rather displeased with how things look."

"Ah, yes. Most of us are too busy to have time for that. And these few who have time rarely have the will or resources to innovate." Vecto nodded. "Take me as an example. My work in the library is well paid but even then I can organize only small and short expeditions at best. Usually, I buy artifacts and scrolls and examine them. A similar story goes for crafters, only the most successful ones have savings to try something new. But they need to sell that new thing. To try to sell them in the first place requires a finished thing. And that is not easy, especially if we include enchantments, arrays, and magic."

"And because there isn’t real outside pressure for building something specific they just gamble with ideas." Naomi sighted.

"Yes, Mistress." The Grand scholar nods.

"I disagree. We have a real problem in the north." Paoli interjected.

"Yes miss. But in the north, we need something reliable from the beginning. Otherwise, we risk soldiers' lives. And in turn the fall of northern kingdoms."

"Right. Using some new fancy weapon that accidentally can kill you is a bad idea."

"What about other dungeons? After one century when the last one appeared, they should push some things." Naomi asked.

"And they did. Measuring time for example. Or our sail ships, some weapons like arkbalistas, trebuchets. Knowledge about medicine and life. Some machines are used in sawmills and different types of windmills. Architecture, and cities in extension also greatly benefited."

"That's a lot of things, so why do I get a feeling that in your opinion not many things changed?"

"Because knowledge of other dungeon masters, with two or three exceptions was superficial." Vecto sighted. "Let's take time for example. Why are there twenty-four hours? And months are even weirder things. If I remember correctly, they supposedly track this thing in the sky called the moon ."

"Yes. I still can't get used to not seeing him in the night sky." Naomi laughed. "And about hours. No one knows why there are twenty-four hours. Some ancient kingdom decided that day and night have twelve hours. Their length changes through the year as the length of day and night changes. After a few thousand years, people decided that hours of the same length were better."

"Most people don’t use hours anyway. People start their work with the first light and finish when it gets dark." Paoli shrugs.

"Yes. In most cities, there is a dedicated bell tower that rings every hour or so but it’s hardly accurate, and not too many people organize their day around it anyway. Another thing was the metric system. Dungeon masters tell us about it and many people want to implement it, but in vain. No one can explain to us how long a meter is. And I need to ask. You, Mistress, seem to be using it just fine. Do you know the secret of this measuring system?"

"Yes, but it is again the same story as with hour. It's a little better documented because it’s just a few centuries-old story. Some scholars gathered and said they had had enough of ever-changing and inaccurate measuring units. They divide the length of the shortest distance from the south pole to the equator by ten million and if someone doesn't like it he can kiss their asses."

"So simple and so hard at the same time. To gather enough of us to force kings to listen to us." Vecto sight.

"But now you have some dungeon mistress who you can blame." Naomi winked at him smiling. "And when knowledge about my golems starts spreading, crafters will be forced to use the metric system anyway. I use it for every part I can, and if someone wants to rebuild it or build a copy he will be forced to use the same measurements."

"That’s true. I didn’t think about it." Scholar agrees.

"And about bad dungeons. Do you know what happened in the north?"

"No one knows for sure." He shakes his head. "Dungeon masters usually don’t interact with people. Not like you anyway."

"Sometimes they chose someone as their lover." Paoli helped.

"Oh." Naomi doesn't know what to think about that. "If they do not force them it should be ok I suppose." She answered.

"They don’t need to. Remember that your status is equal to the queen. And who doesn't have dreams of having a night with the princess." Paoli laughs mischievously.

"What…" Naomi stammered her cheeks deep red. "The north, please." "She shakes her head trying to concentrate.