All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Witchcraft wreck.

When they heard it, Ren and the others immediately headed to the temple.

The entrance to the dungeon is in the temple. If left unattended, the temple is collecting people's prayers to cover the demons that could flood the dungeon with disorder.

A female swordsman had been seized in front of an altar that also served as an entrance to and exit from the dungeon.

"Mr. Altena. Huh. Calm down, please!

"Let go. Son of a bitch...! I have to go help that kid!

"That's why the leader is asking someone else for help, right?

"Even your injuries aren't light! Fine, go get treatment...!

"Such an injury!! Just back off!!

Three female swordsmen are being held down for pushing injuries and trying to return to the dungeon. Ren breathes in the temper of a woman swordsman who is usually even moderate in battle.

By contrast, the brave did not move. Approaching and calling upon the female swordsman who may still jump into the dungeon by shaking off her companions.

"Altena"

"... Huh!

A female swordsman who was semi-frazed by the voice of a brave man stopped moving. Look back and see what a brave man looks like.

There are tears in the eyes of the swordsman.

"Wheaton...... That kid..."

"Yeah."

"... help her."

"I'll help you. Naturally."

"I have to help you, because I won't forgive you"

"I know."

"Now it's time to help... because if that kid is gone, I will never forgive him again...!

"I'm fine. I'm fine."

A brave man hugs a female swordsman and slaps her back to reassure her.

Feeling somewhat like an atmosphere he shouldn't see, Ren turns away from the scene and asks the leader.

"Did you know those two? The brave men cooperated fully in rescuing the seniors. I mean, the leader looks familiar with the brave."

"Mmm, sort of. There's a lot going on."

Blur and answer Len's questions and turn behind the altar. The leader was obviously familiar with the structure inside the temple. The brave man who calmed the female swordsman also joins him on the run.

"So, how did that kid end up in a wreck?"

"I was flown into a metastatic trap. It's the type that hasn't happened before. Altena lost her chill and was injured because of that guy being flown. The injury was not mild, so I retreated. Do you have a complaint?

"No, there isn't."

Proceed with faint fact-checking.

In the meantime, the leader turns his gaze to Ren, who is on the spot unexpectedly.

"And Ren. I'm sorry, but you're on hold."

"Become -!?"

It takes an unexpected word to eat.

"Wait a minute, please. If you're looking for a shipwreck, you shouldn't have many people."

"It's not the same difficulty as before. To be clear, the area we've explored today is where we challenged you because you're not here. If I get you in a double shipwreck, I'm out of your hands."

It was an out-of-power notice without hesitation.

I guess that's what the brave guys who watched Ren train straight away agree with. Nor did he follow Len.

I regret it, but I can't say anything back. It is only natural that leaders and brave men are more right in their judgment than in their own.

Still, toothache solicits. Can't I do anything when I hear that the sorceress is dangerous? That's regrettable. I can't help myself.

"So, Sieg. Does this mean you're here to ask her for that?

"Oh, have them connect the roads. Well, no."

"Way?"

"Finally, we're going to have a new entrance to the dungeon. The church is the one with the lid on the dungeon. They're the ones who decide where in the dungeon is the starting point for entry and exit."

It was the brave men who answered Len's question.

"In fact, the entrance to and exit from the dungeon can be connected anywhere in the dungeon. It is even possible to create multiple entrances and exits. Because the risk of demons coming out increases, temporarily. I don't even want to do more entrances and exits, and I basically set the point at which demons are weak at the entrance and exit. Whether you change the path or make a new one, it would take a while if it were normal... but this town has someone who can connect the roads independently and in an instant, ignoring the risks"

The room where the leader arrived without hesitation and the door was opened. There he was, the bowman's senior and the person who awarded Len the Divine Book the other day, Ez Ann.

Iron skin with the same dimensions as yesterday. A bowman senior was eating at her like that.

"So I'm telling you to connect me to the inside of the crystal dungeon. You can build a new path in no time!?

"State the reason that connects the roads. The dungeon is a crucible of people's emotions. There are stages with the exams that challenge you there. To skip the path of treading, the Naruto hole to laziness. Take the path already marked."

"I bet you're paying for it!? It's life-saving. First of all, it's not bad for the Temple to connect the way when the crystal dungeon comes out!? It's a place where you can earn money if you clean up the demons."

"If human life falls in trials, it is heavenly destiny. Also, don't brag about an unscripted prophecy in the Divine Scriptures. Withdraw."

"Ha!?

"The temple does not carry out the pursuit of profit or anything else. I won't even allow you to accumulate money. We are God's hands and feet. To lean on the original inscriptions of divinity. Where to connect the entrance and exit. That is in the answer that can be derived from the Divine Book. Impossible, such as blinding yourself to the glow of falsehood"

"Uh-oh! Words don't make sense!!

As the bowman's senior holds his head in a response without precipitation and without discouragement, the brave approaches Ez-Ann.

"Hey, Ez Ann. Long time no see."

"Who are you?"

My first voice against the brave already sucked.

As far as Ren knows, Ez Ann and the brave were companions in the revolution. For a small period of time, the fact that we should have been working together but seeing people we don't know completely makes Ren flinch.

But the brave man who knows Ez-Ann is that kind of person talks without stopping.

"It's me. It's Whiton Barlow, the brave man who had the Holy Sword. At the behest of my former companions, I have a favor to ask of you."

"He who is not a servant of God shall not be told of the breadth of time."

I didn't even have an island to take care of.

No flat voice, no hindsight whatsoever. There's no way she could have lied about it, even if she was guilty of falsehood. He says he doesn't know the person purely in front of him.

"I don't know who you are. Return your name and replace it with a baptismal name with a drop of God's grace, so that you can exercise your secret miracle with prayer before you name someone you know."

"Ha ha, Sieg. Let's just get into the dungeon. I can't convince this girl."

"Shit, you're right. Dick, let's go. You can't ask me to connect the roads."

"Yes, yes. Uh, it was a waste of time."

I give up early begging for the help of Ez Ann. I know words are futile because I know more or less what she really is.

Ren is on the lower end. For once, I talked to Ez Ann only a little yesterday, but she tries to keep up with the leader without saying anything, saying that if she's a brave man and can't make sense, she can't possibly get through herself. I wanted to at least drop you off, even if you couldn't get in the dungeon.

That's how Ease Ann caught his eye on Len as they all tried to leave the room.

Stand up with the iron skin and walk over once.

"Boy."

The leader and the brave get a little. I didn't expect you to talk to me from the other side, and besides, the person I called is Ren. Nothing more unexpected.

Of course, Ez Ann doesn't care about any ambient reactions or anything. Inorganic as a glass ball fitted, beautifully clear eyes to the lens.

"Have you come to a prayer for God? Delightful."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Sometimes Farn just brought me here to finish it in a day or two"

Ease Ann spontaneously talks to someone who is also not a clergyman, and she is screwed. A leader and brave man who had his eyes set on something incredible about that fact, but soon he returns to me.

They don't know why Ez Ann is speaking to Ren, but it's a one-of-a-kind opportunity. He sends me a silent autograph asking me to manage to convince him to connect the way.

Having read it, Ren responds to Ez Ann, even as he draws his face.

"Uh, uh, Dear Ease Ann. I, um... I want to go into the dungeon."

"You can let me in. This land is useless because it has already broken, but it is the perfect place to study."

Apparently, in Ez Ann's head, it doesn't tie in with the fact that the bowman seniors earlier and Ren's favor now have the same purpose. I'm telling you to go alone if you want to.

Ren thinks desperately.

As far as Ren knew, a dialogue had been formed between Ez Ann and the regular Mr. Sister. Why is that? Because Mr. Regular Sister was coming to dialogue on the basis of the Divine Book.

"I'm here to take a test!

"It is an inspiration"

"So this time I thought I'd try a crystal dungeon, a symbol of vanity! Dear Ez Ann, I want you to lay the road that far!" Raise the earth, and prepare the way. Remove the clinging from the path to God!

"It makes sense."

Hmm, snorts.

"Fine. Stepping into people's emotions is also an exam. Step on the brilliance of falsehood. On the road to God, there are concepts such as gems. If you are responsible for removing the colored stones that hang on the price tag, then you are responsible for the overlapping of the soil."

"Ha, thank you!

What Len and Ez Ann were trying to say was subtly uneven, but at this point Len decided to push through it if he didn't mind. In the meantime, all you have to do is get us on the road.

"I will send you the Holy Word at the beginning as much as I can to help you gain wisdom"

"To?"

Ease Ann turns her hand to Ren.

The brave man got a bad look.

"Ren, you. Switch!"

Ren blocks his emotions with a reflex imprinted in his earlier training.

Shortly afterwards, Ez Ann uttered the Holy Word.

"You brave bastard."

Directly into his head, a shock struck Ren like he had been stuck with charged ice water.

No pain, but a slight mental shock. Next to barely blocked reason, emotions are wild. It builds strength. Terribly powerful, but the all-powerful feeling that fills my body seemed to take me all the way to my brain, and I was going a little crazy. If I hadn't blocked my emotions, it would have totally sucked.

"Ah, Ababa, Ababa"

"Come on, I'm not going. The road leads quickly. Thou shalt go unto the false depths above the altar, and challenge.

Without any concern that a weird groan was leaking out of Len's mouth, Ease Ann becomes a prayer gesture on the spot. Probably via prayer, forming a new path.

The faces that watched the course were secretly consulted.

"Mr. Brave. Are you sure you're okay with taking Ren now? No, take him. Uh, the fanatics there don't seem convinced."

"It's a protective sacrament for Ez-Ann. I assure you it works immensely. It's just, it's hard to be crazy... I blocked my emotions with a gibberish, so I guess I'll be fine. If you can get directions, there's no problem."

"Right...... Hey, Len. You okay? Are you still self-conscious?

"Abba, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy"

It was a response that seemed half bad.

Nevertheless, I wouldn't be convinced that Ez Ann would make way in the first place for not taking Len. We could not abandon the means by which we could save a great deal of time, obtained by sacrificing Ren's head.

"All right, let's go!

"Ah, Hababa!

It was decided to head to the rescue of the sorceress with four leaders, a bowman senior, a brave man and a fanaticized ren.

I missed it.

A cave, commonly known as a crystal dungeon, shaped by the thought of gems. The sorceress left over there was a great reflection.

It's totally my fault. It was a distraction. I was walking in the dungeon thinking about my dinner dedication this evening. No matter what you think, you are too cautious.

Fortunately, there is life.

It is the interior of a giant crystal found during the dungeon search.

"Ha."

Sigh one. Stand up.

The surrounding area is surrounded by a variety of jade stones on all sides. Colorful brilliance is sparkling.

A crystal dungeon is a dungeon in a dungeon. It's a space where thoughts about gems could be gathered, but it's a quick story if you think of it as a kind of cave.

There is a hierarchy for each type of gemstone, with a stack of seeded ideas in several layers. Too many people want it, and from the dungeon something resembles a gem only in number according to desire is produced. For this reason, they are of no natural gemstone value. Ethereal balls emit cold air and red balls can't be worn to emit heat, so they don't even become ornaments. Conversely, it is treasured in that sense because it often becomes a material as a practical product.

But for strong sentiment, it's also more difficult.

Especially when it comes to every illusion and illusion, it belongs at the top of the dungeon. It's a space where the essence and the imagination are mingled and established.

Problems arose in the hierarchical zone of diamond (diamond).

There was a trap of deception.

"It wasn't normal, it should be..."

Diamonds. Their value is higher than in ancient times.

Maximum hardness. Shimmering transparency. The rare value of the highest peak. Enough for a person's greed to accumulate, but the nature of the vanity should be thin. Of course, as long as it is a gem, it does not mean that none of the nature of the decorations is null. But few diamonds doubt their value because of their rarity. Neither the seller nor the buyer will pinch deception.

Even though it was, it was still transparent, putting up an extremely evil trap of knocking it off near the deepest part of the crystal dungeon with a metastasis.

What a killer trap. Deep in the crystal dungeon is the righteousness of man's greed. There are no single, challenging people, and it's pretty bad to calculate whether you can go home alive with the power of a witch magician. I am filled with the will to hide the embellishment, such as moving it to such a place, and the malice of absolutely killing what has been stripped.

Sometimes Len wasn't around this time, so I was supposed to try, but more importantly, the sorceress tongues inside out that I had pulled my leg.

A metastasis trap is a kind of trap where you don't know where it was flown. The sorceress, who was walking a little further from the depths to the shallow layers, stops her feet perfectly.

Forward, there were signs.

A cloudy shadow. In the end, words that are crushing something, word for word, all of which are spells that curse the world. A spell that will invade your spirit if you listen properly. I am so wrapped up in a dark temper that I don't even know what I look like.

Unmatched by a brilliant cave, no, but rather the most deserving kind of malice for a crystal dungeon bearing the name of a gem.

The sorceress holds a dagger in both hands for a long time.

……

Definitely a high-ranking demon. Fight one-on-one, no chance of winning unharmed. But I don't have a choice not to fight.

The moment I set myself up to preempt, the demon movement stopped.

……

The spells that were scattered are also interrupted and perfectly still. Oh, my God, I noticed after I was surprised.

You are imprisoned in the world.

I don't know from the front, but if you turn around, it's obvious. The thickness is disappearing. It's like being trapped in a painting.

There was a shadow approaching a demon that had become a piece of paper.

Stepping into even a first-rate adventurer party is a place to hesitate, deep in the crystal dungeon. The person who walks there alone lays his hands on the demon caught in the junction and disposes of it lightly so as to break the pepper and the paper.

The magic of turning high-altitude demons into thin paper painted pieces without question and tearing them apart lightly. Even a sorceress can't read how complicated that is due to a strange surgical ceremony. In humans who have no witchcraft, they will also look as if they ripped the demons with their bare hands.

The person who disposed of the demon in a strange way cheered back to the sorceress, who had a stunning view of a series of changes.

"It's odd to see you in a place like this. It's a pleasure to see you again."

It is the brunette, exotic girl who bows down with politeness and rejoices in reunion.

"... Ichiki?

"Yes, it's been a while"

Ichiki, who put together the ethnic costumes of the great eastern powers, smiled like a large circle of flowers.