The Crafter's Defense: A Dungeon Core Novel (Dungeon Crafting Book 2) Jonathan Brooks (large ebook reader TXT) 📖

some point the night before, but Violet was still too scatter-brained at the moment to recall it properly.  She guessed that it didn’t really matter in the long run, though, so she put it out of her mind.  I hope he isn’t out that long. I could really use his guidance – the sooner, the better.

They passed through some semi-familiar rooms on the way to the growing room where they had seen orange trees grow in a matter of hours instead of years – and then went past it to someplace new.  The next room looked to be some sort of pottery-making space with a kiln and everything set up, though it didn’t look like it had really been used yet.  After that was a woodworking workshop, filled with strange cutting implements and the smell of sawdust in the air.

All the while they were heading downwards, Violet and the others were having a conversation with the voice in their heads.

* First, we’re going to a new room that I just created; once we get there, I’ll explain what’s going on with it and what I need all of your help with.  Until then, I have a few questions for you.  The most important one, for me at least, is: do any of you know how to speak or write in Elven? *

That’s an odd question.  Violet looked at the others with a question in her gaze, though she thought she already knew the answer.  They all shook their heads in response – it was just as she thought.  “No, none of us do.  It’s possible that Felbar might, as he’s been around longer than any of us, and it always seems there’s no end to his knowledge.  Why do you want someone to speak Elven?”

Violet actually thought she heard the Dungeon Core sigh in her head before she heard a response.

* Well, I’m pretty sure the Elven village nearby thinks I’ve either killed Echo – the unconscious Elf lying near Felbar – or have her captive here.  I have no way of communicating what had actually happened, and this just makes the likelihood of them attacking when the Elites arrive more of a certainty. *

“Why don’t you just have one of your…constructs?...bring her back?”  That seemed like the most logical solution to Violet.

* I’m worried what will happen to her outside my dungeon after she leaves; the Visitor Bond I was forced to create with her might not be fully complete yet, which is why I think she – and Felbar – are still unconscious.  My Repair Drone is also keeping them both alive, as well, because they can’t eat or drink anything right now.  If I return her, there’s a good possibility that she could die if they can’t sustain her body during this process. *

Violet thought that made sense; it wouldn’t be good to return the Elf with strange markings on her face – very similar to the ones Violet had on her hands – only to have her waste away and die within a week or two.  “Okay.  So, what’s your plan, then?”

* Well, I was wondering if any of you would volunteer to go to the Elven village and speak to them for me.  To tell them that Echo is alright and that she is recovering, as well as that I’m not a threat to them and that they don’t need to attack me.  My hope is that someone there speaks Gnome, as they are quite long-lived and are likely to know other languages. *

Of course, none of them volunteered.  Even the prospect of leaving the dungeon wasn’t enough for them to risk going into another peoples’ territory; everyone knew that the Elves killed any intruders to their lands.  “We’ll see.  I don’t know if it will be safe to go, and it’ll probably take half a day just to walk there,” Violet said uncertainly.

* Don’t worry about that; whoever goes can ride one of my Mechanical Wolves to get there much faster.  That’s all for a little later, anyway, so we can see if we have any volunteers then.  Before we get to the new Enchantment Repository, I want to tell you what I can do to help you all out.  I want to provide you with whatever supplies your people need to continue to fight against the other Dungeon Monsters throughout your land.  You’ve already seen that I can provide pure Steel, but I can provide various woods, Linen and Cotton thread, and various other materials.  The only problem would be transportation. *

“That sounds wonderful; those supplies will really help out, especially since Glimmerton…no longer exists,” Violet choked out, the memory of dozens of her friends dying in the field flashing through her mind.  “But what do you mean about transportation?  You can just have one of your monsters pull a simple wagon and—”

* Unfortunately, my constructs can only travel a little bit past your village, as my Area of Influence only extends that far. *

That certainly wouldn’t work, then.  Violet felt like they had just discovered a massive cache of valuable materials…but couldn’t bring it back home because it was too much and too heavy to carry.  What they could carry on their backs would barely be what the village could harvest in a week and transporting it by foot would take forever – even if they were able to obtain a ride to the village.  If only they had some Haulers…

“Wait – I think I have an idea.  It’s going to take a bit of work, but if you really can help with the crafting part of it, I think I may have a solution.  We use special Haulers to move large shipments of materials; if you can help make one of them, I think I can figure out how to enchant it.  It uses a basic input feedback system, which I was just starting