Dungeon+Harem+Master

Shortly before the collectors left the mansion, Shylock asked me to at least give a shout out to Pordina, who is depressed.

"Fine. Oh, I'm back first. Take your time. No."

Hilda already flickered her sleeve with a smile and went home first when the collector found out she couldn't buy Pordina even if the heavens and earth flipped upside down. It is the margin of the winner.

"What the hell is Hilda fighting against?"

Did Shylock pay attention or leave Pordina at the garden tip first?

I'm ready for some, though. Cheer up, what can I say?

"Shylock's old man is too busy."

Any beauty is a slave.

Moreover, it has reached a level that is beyond the reach of the ordinary person rather than the price of coarseness.

You're blinded by an insane person, and they're gonna sell you soon?

Well, don't let it get you down. Hang in there. Ha!

"No.... how resentful you are to Pordina."

The collector shoved his palm against his face and groaned.

It is the kind of place where you almost fall from a cliff to the bottom of a valley and dance a break-dance that you urinate into the palm of a human being who is caught in a critical part with one hand.

The gardens of the Shylock Mansion were hand-built and worthy of luxury.

Along a trail sprinkled with jade gravel and paved, green trees as thick as the whole city can imagine create shade. Occasionally, the cool breeze blowing under the trees was pleasant for my skin.

White, pink, blue and purple flowers similar to Robelia flock to bloom.

The figure of Pordina, nestled in hopes of an artificial creek, was like a flower fairy.

He wears the same attire as before, but the color of melancholy was dark in the eyes of the lying down slice length.

... Damn, what a voice to speak to. Exactly, I'm confused too.

"Hey, you're not well, what's wrong with you?"

"What about you?"

I couldn't even think of a particularly good line, so when I raised my hand appropriately and spoke up, the girl turned to me, keeping the dog ears peculiar to the Wolves of War (Wearwolf) up perfectly.

"I can't believe you put your eyes on me. That's a disaster."

"Can I walk around the mansion on my own? I'll get people."

Pordina put her gaze back into the creek again, not to mention her emotions.

Her impressive eyes were losing power.

You bet. This guy sounds like a medalist with a hurdle against a guy.

You can't, not that disfigured kid.

"Shylock told me to come. That old man cares too."

"I have nothing to tell you"

"Well, listen. Because it's an auction, for example, and suddenly a super cool messiah pops up at the last minute. I'm trying to buy you, to put a high price on you beyond the control of a rotten aristocrat. It's a big deal, isn't it? That could be a development, wouldn't it? You'll definitely fall in love with that man when you do."

"Right. But it's definitely not going to happen. You think that nobleman obsessed with me is a clan of lords around here? Remember the worries of the hindsight, there won't even be a contender."

"Don't just think about such pessimism..."

"Then you'll buy it up! Don't do all this on your own!

Time stiffens.

As a collector, I didn't expect her to get so emotional and bark.

When I got awkward and tried to take my gaze off, I saw her hanging down and snuggling with her tail.

Pordina bowed her head deeply when she was ashamed of her anger.

"I'm sorry. However, the slave style is very disrespectful to the customer. Forgive me."

That was the first emotion she showed, seemingly emotionless as ice.

"No, I'm the one who's just saying things on my own. Sorry, insensitive."

"You're a strange man to apologize to a slave. You too."

When Pordina snapped so, she pushed silently again and dropped her gaze on the water in the creek.

Sara, I can only hear the sound of running water.

When they said they were in a quiet world, the distance between them was so far apart that they couldn't even hear each other breathe.

The collector crouched on the spot, and when he folded the bears, he cleverly made the shape of the ship with his fingertips.

"It's"

"This is my hometown toy. It's called Sasaka."

The collector takes Pordina's hand and makes him hold the canoe.

With a chilled out look, she gently put the canoe in the stream.

The green boat swims lightly through the silver glitter of summer sunlight.

But it was an artificial river.

The boat, when it fell into the drainage indentation, was wrapped up in a bright white running stream and disappeared.

Pordina's pathetic eyes were shivering small as she stared at one of those points.

"I'm like that Sasaka. Whatever you do, you'll eventually be swallowed by the stream."

The collector couldn't wait to raise his gaze to the growing hollow of sunshine.

In deep silence, I felt the strong emotions that I was about to lose springing up in a boil.

Upon leaving the Shylock mansion, the collector did not return to the Silver Carriage Pavilion but headed to the office of the Adventurers' Union (Guild).

Shylock said it would take at least five million P (pounds) to compete and drop Pordina at auction.

The auction is water.

Then six million P (pounds) was needed to multiply the certainty by a further million. It is roughly 60 million yen in Japanese yen. If you want to make money in Japan, you can no longer only think of attacking a bank.

In the first place, it would be nearly impossible for a collector to work sweating on his forehead for the rest of his life if he wanted to go back to Japan and save that much money.

Moreover, the deadline is expired next month. The rest, there were not twenty days. Think calmly, I don't think it's possible for everyone.

But we have to do it.

Something was boiling down deep in my heart, unlike my obsession with Pordina.

Challenge the impossible.

If there is any certainty in an unclear life, then we challenge this dungeon and grab more than we can. Whether or not we could buy Pordina was precisely the test stone.

As the collector jumped out of the office entrance, Nelly, who was looking for her own branch hair at the reception, opened her mouth with her eyes round.

"Oh, didn't you go home crying?"

"Hey, you can't be. Speaking of which, Nelly. You said you could buy tools and food cheaply at a union discount. Tell me."

"Yeah, that's okay. What, are you trying to get me to put it on again at the store where I bought it?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't have time to play with you anymore. Hurry up."

"... Mmm. Something's pretty serious, boring."

The collector was a partner that Nelly taught him how to get to the dungeon when he bought Zach and a whole street of food to pack, plus supplies.

"Are you seriously going to dive into the dungeon now? It's suicide."

"Suicide would be too good. Because today the legend begins."

When the collector purposefully laughed, Nellie glanced at the dog colon as it slipped into the groove.

"What the fuck?"

"Ma, I don't care. Now, this will be the undercover plan. Once filled in, I'll check for mistakes, so bring it"

When Nellie was dry, she handed me a piece of paper.

If the Alliance (Adventurer's Union) fills out an approximate plan for the clan to advance to beginners, they can increase their survival in the unlikely event of sending an Alliance Direct Rescue Team.

Provided, however, that you are insured for expensive Alliance (Adventurer's Union) capital.

The lower the percentage of people insured, the lower the number of people who once worked with funds, and the greater the proportion of deaths that counted almost every day are said to be these “poor groups”. It is self-evident that if you, in one, come out of the countryside and are lucky enough to achieve adventurous achievements and gain strength, you will get a lot of money as a result.

In other words, if I didn't die in the early stages of being an adventurer, I would have been able to afford the safety margin, making it harder and harder to die.

This was also one of the problems that supposedly shackled the Dungeon Attack, the underlying goal of the Alliance of Adventurers. If you get the hang of it even in low tiers, you can defeat quite a few monsters and drop items and materials.

Compared to a decent profession, it was much more likely to lose limbs and become imperfect or lose their lives, but it was also less likely that civilians would earn an annual income in a day. On the lower floors, the sun set. Most of those who wandered and hunted and earned a living fell into the category of adventurers.

"Let's get insurance. When Klund joins, the percentages flow to me. Let me make some money. I mean, get in. Let my purse moisten."

"I don't want to be insured. Life is a zero-sum game. I'll definitely take the treasure home."

"Anyone who tries to do that has a good chance of not returning bones, but if you say you don't need them in person, I wouldn't dare to recommend filling them in."

Nellie began to talk about the explanation of the dungeon in a dazzling tone as she shook the piece of paper over her head.

The labyrinth of the abyss (Rust Elusion) has a hundred floors to its depths, and by the seventeenth floor, officially attacked, a transfer formation has been set up at the descent point just before each descent to the lower level.

This transition is strictly controlled by the Alliance of Adventurers, and those who have just begun their adventures cannot, then, come from the 17th floor in the deepest part of the office…

"I mean, we dived into the tunnel from the ground floor, and we set up our own savepoint," he said.

"That sort of thing. No cheating."

"... let me cheat you"

"As for the dungeon offense, we need to keep it fair. Spit blood in the tunnel."

Firstly, there was the point that it resonates with a fair assessment of the adventurous achievements that are added to by the efforts of the individual, and secondly, that the use of the transfer formation was expensive in that the demonic stone, which is the source of energy.

Demon Stone was not as easy to get as buying a magazine in a convenience store, although it was possible to get it among the dungeons. What's available in the Guild (Adventurers Union) stores is expensive at the official price of 10,000 P (pounds sterling) each, or about 100,000 yen.

In other words, once one clan plans to dive into the dungeon using a transfer formation, it will have legs unless it returns with at least 10,000 P (pounds) of results.

Of course, most clans that don't like to manage and share information keep information on each hierarchy secret as to how far they dive. The location of maps and monsters in each hierarchy, the location where traps were installed, the martial arts suitable for Bibark, and the mining of special materials for water and ore were priceless information, and none of the clans were as available to the Alliance (Adventurers' Union) for free.

"Hey, let me ask you a question. What about clans that don't have the skills to lay down a transfer team or can't afford demon stones?"

"It feels like you're going to roll around until you die in the low tier. The poor and the incompetent (unskilled) die. Oh, I'm sorry. I mean it."

"You're being too honest. Just fix it a little bit."

"No, because, hey? Again... can I see you?

"I'll see you! Rather, because I'll see you gunning!

"Uh."

An adventurer is a flirtatious person.

It was also the generic name of Outlaw, who catches his own life and continues to race day and night in darkness.

"Finally, the time has come to challenge the dungeon! Something's not what I imagined exciting."

The Caveman finally set foot on the first level of the Labyrinth of the Abyss (Last Elusion).

When I grabbed Zach, the weight packed with food and water was heavy on my shoulders. With total weight, there would be sixty kilos. In normal life, it is assumed that one or five litres of moisture are required for oral intake per day.

In labyrinth exploration, it is assumed that three litres per day are necessary when the body is constantly being harshly abused and the food that can be carried predominates in dry foods. Simply, packing water and food into Zach for ten days at a time almost fills me up with just that.

Besides, the collector's party composition was alone. It is lonely.

No, it's not that much of a problem unless you're just lonely (* the keeper was strong against loneliness), but in case you can't get cover.

"The first brave man was always alone. I am also a Romless Royal Certified Brave. The dungeons are the only ones I can challenge alone."

The collector walked out into a dark, damp cave when he lit a fire on the pine lights.

"Nah, there's nothing there."

Run your eyes at the right map you bought at the street store. Due to his adventure into the unknown, the collector's excitement was in excellent condition. It is the oversight of DNA.

"Something tells me I'm going to find a treasure or something. Otherwise..."

If the collector found nothing, he was going to strip himself from the passing adventurer as he had once done. It is the logic of bandits.

After a short walk, I saw something moving on the rocky skin at my feet.

When you wrap the pine lights in your hand, they creep closer together with a mucous form.

"One, two, Mitsu. Maybe this is the dungeon's famous monster!

The colour is clear water colour.

The mucus-shaped objects gradually adhered to the body in the form of a dough as the drunk emitted a gut-like smell. There was no mouthy part, and eyeballs of colour like dead fish stared quietly at this one.

Amebagel.

It is a Zakomonster that lives throughout the Labyrinth of the Abyss (Last Elusion).

"Uh-oh. Hunt, hunt, hunt!

But Amebagel was also totally at the wrong time to meet with the zodiac.

From the collectors who had survived many fierce wars, it was the rarity that was not the object of fear. I pulled out the sword I held vigorously.

The long sword drew a silver line at a tremendous speed.

In an instant, the Zacomonster fell apart.

The collector, with a clapped body, sighed when he saw the remains of Amebagel.

"I mean, isn't it just like mud dumplings? I feel like killing tens of thousands of these doesn't make sense. I'm not dropping anything."

The collector was stunned by the weakness of too many enemies when he watered his long sword and carefully wiped it with a cloth.

Point the slight lights of the pine lights at the remains of the monsters. There, neither the treasure nor the golden-eyed were seen separately. The reality was extraordinary.

"Okay, next time, if you see a monster, let's get away aggressively"

There was no blind spot for the indulgent treasurer.

Approximately thirty minutes later.

"Why..."

There was a figure of a lamb lost in the way.

Because it was bad that I didn't read the map to Locke, even the current location was already unknown to the collector. Put Zach down and sit down on the ground. A hingy cold air hit my ass.

"I miss you. Oh, Hilda. Oh, Lacey, no."

Besides, there was a little crying in there.

The collector sat holding both knees and soaked in the darkness as he grabbed the dried meat and black bread from Zach, feeling drunk on himself who had just gotten a little lost.

The silence is too strong and my hearing is paralyzed. As the collector packed his belly full of food, he pulled the shrub out of Zach and rolled in. I closed my eyes when I farted lightly. The limb of a sub-daughter named Pordina, whom we met during the day, crossed the back of her brain.

I honestly feel sorry for him, and his eyes, which gave up everything, burned asexually in his head and couldn't leave.

"Even so, five million, no six million p (pounds)? More or less, 60 million. In a bundle of bills, assuming 10,000 yen is one gram at a time, is it about six kilos? In fact, it doesn't bother you to live. I don't care how much or one person buys, what do you think?"

When the collector is uttering with crappy delusions, how long has he been asleep? The flame of pine light that was burning on my pillow swayed slightly. I hear men screaming in the distance.

"Oh, my God, let it go."

As the troubled collector turned from the shrub, far beyond the cave, several men could be heard arguing.

When the collector struck his tongue, he rose from the shrub and drew the pine light.

There were three adventure-like men on the other side of the lights and strange monsters that I had never seen before, along with the sound of a chunk of iron bumping into each other.

The first thing I see is a face that resembles a monkey.

The monster had hands and feet growing directly from a giant monkey face, like a human painting painted by a toddler, and there was no such thing as a torso at all.

With the thinness of his legs protruding from directly below his head, the monster was leaping without worrying about his decompromising feet dancing beyond the laws of physics, even though he didn't seem to be able to support that weight no matter what he thought. On both hands of the furrowers were fixed stones tied with vegetable twills on the branches of the trees. The monster's weapon was an extremely primitive stone axe.

Monsters like chunks of jokes with only hands and feet growing on their heads were a multitude of species found in the low hierarchy known as Devil Ape.

They prefer to eat bats and insects in the dungeon. Arm strength was not so strong and a level of creature that some adventurer could defeat without bitterness.

But that didn't seem to be the case for the three adventurers in a state of panic in front of the collector.

The man with the bowl of gold wrapped around his head was facing off with his first knife pulled out, but his hips were completely out.

A heavy warrior type man with a pretty gigantic body doesn't try to squeeze a lizard stick as if he were sitting around.

The other one stayed to cheer on the both of them, without even having a weapon.

"Hiya, Porky! Cover me. Cover me. Ooh!

Pot gold is rarely swinging when he does a knife toward a devil ape that jumps around the perimeter. It was amateur rounding.

"Oh, oh. Oh, my, my frightened, my hips, my hips."

"Hum. This monster is Devil Ape, isn't it? Not that strong, according to my memory. Oswald, Porky. Please cooperate and aim for your feet. His weakness is his poor legs."

"Carl, don't hide. Help me. Whoa. Hiya, monkey face, huge monkey face attacking. Ugh!

Pot gold thing Against Oswald, the little man, known as Carl, snapped softly as he only put his face out of the rock shade.

"And as a supplement, Devil Ape pulls out all the harrows of the prey he's caught, and he's still alive."

"I don't like it. Oh!

Oswald began to drool Shomben as he sat down crying and calling like a little girl.

To the much confusion of the first clan I met, the collector was just willing to help.

"Come on, kid, don't cry. Hey, those glasses there. That big monkey's weak spot is his leg."

"Ah, yes. He just sprained his leg and he can't move and he's going to die."

"What a creature."

The collector set his long sword horizontally as he ran straight out toward Devil Ape.

The monster, who continued to behave strangely, sensing the raid of the collector, instinctively perceived the crisis or switched targets of attack.

"Give it to me!

The collector knocked the long sword on his elongated leg as he turned his back and threw the monotonous motion of Devil Ape's swinging stone axe. The sharp blade easily cut off both legs like a dead tree, Devil Ape easily lost his balance and flipped to the spot.

"Ha ha! Thank you, you there. You rotten monster! It's your turn, Oswald!

Oswald, who had been crying until earlier, saw that Devil Ape would be unable to move, and began to slap the knife on his opponent, who had finally gotten up and was no longer irresistible. It was extremely easy to pin down a monster that could no longer move. Devil Ape, who gets chopped up by splashing blood splashes, keeps screaming creeping without changing his expression.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Oswald, take your righteous sword. He's waving his arm around and resisting! Hey, Porky, it's your chance to hit the octopus, come on!

"Oswald, su, wow, that's not cool."

"Shut up! Surviving us is justice!

It wasn't until fifteen minutes after Oswald and Porky tailored the irresistible Devil Ape.

"Oops, thanks for helping me where I'm in danger. He was probably the boss monster on this floor, but he managed to take him down! My name is Oswald and I'm a big Rookie (rookie) disease adventurer! These guys are members of my Clan Dawn Yangtze regiment, the big one is the Heavy Warrior Porky, and Hyoroy's is the scholar and map reader (mapper) Carl! Nice to meet you!"

"What? Dawn, what?"

For a moment, the collector became deaf.

"Huh. I'm Oswald the Wind! A man who puts an end to this Great Labyrinth era, or the future Labyrinth King. I'll be the king of the labyrinth!

Oswald yelled, drunk by his words, spreading his hands open, left and right. I descend on Carl's glasses next door. Is it usual, I didn't move, and when I calmly took the handkerchief off, I began to wipe the glass silently.

"Alas, that's bad. Sounds like you ran into someone important early in the day."

Regardless, he is the kind of person you should not meet.

"Let's not call it that, Oswald. It's embarrassing, and it sounds crazy."

"Yes, country mon round out, what the hell"

"Whoa, whoa, there's no way to say that. Whoa. You can't survive this Great Labyrinth era!

"What is it, that Great Labyrinth period? Isn't that the time when you're always lost? Besides, I'm always calling that word, but it's not fashionable at all. Instead, they're looking at you with white eyes. The Alliance of Adventurers treats you very thinly. If you don't, we're out of this clan."

"Suddenly the crisis of breaking up the clan!? Heh, it's superior. Isn't that nice? We need to get over that rough wave. Our bond is now being tested."

"Oh, earlier helped me with the pinch. I'm a map reader, if there's anything I can do."

"Oh well. Actually, I think I lost my way. Can you show me the way up there?"

"Yes, we were just about to turn back and gear up."

"Listen, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oswald's vain cry wooded inside the dungeon.

The collector was safe and able to reach the office, but the road to six million p (pounds) is still far.