Dungeon Master, Do You Make the Staff? No, I Sell Swords

[What should I do if I wake up and inherit a billion-dollar dungeon, but the watchdog is replaced by a dragon? Frisch, formerly an ordinary little skeleton, is now the sole legal heir to the underground city worth billions. He is facing a serious problem: he crawled out of the ancestral pit and found that the family property was real, but the gatekeeper was no longer the three-headed hell dog wagging its tail, but an evil dragon with fire-breathing nostrils and eyes that could freeze a lich to death. What's even worse is that when he went to the market carrying a box of ancient gold coins, he was told: Dear, the version has been updated and this currency has been out of use for hundreds of years! Frisch: "... Then let me sell swords to a head office, right?" Passerby: "Why don't you show off the gold coins if you have them?" Frisch (serious): "First of all, I have to have a pretense of legally casting ancient gold coins. Secondly - listen to me explain, I really just 'sell swords' in the literal sense!" Therefore, in order to realize his billions of inheritance (and spend it alive), Frisch was forced to embark on a strange entrepreneurial path: opening a mobile weapons shop that "collapses wherever he goes", and picked up a bard who knows everything and can do anything, a Loli mage who always bites his tongue when chanting spells, and a warrior who calls himself a "brave" but now only wants to fish... They walked through every corner of the continent of Faerûn, demolished the bricks of the temple, fished for fish in the tavern, and everywhere they went... #Others take risks to save the world, we take risks just to spend the ancestral gold coins #About the little thing that I inherited hundreds of millions of inheritance but was forced to start from scratch # The whole continent knows that we are weak, but no one dares to provoke us - because the gatekeeper dragon is about to catch up!