Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector began to circle the craigolem violently.

The mud giant in front of you is roughly four meters.

It was quite something to look at up close.

The nucleus that was the source of power for Meryandale's craigolem soon became clear.

A grey demonic stone like it on the throat Buddha part of his neck is glowing out with a blue light.

"It's easy to understand, but it's the bone that kills the arr, damn it"

Exactly. Size and power are proportional.

It was Craigorlem who moved first. It grabs me in a blunt motion, but it just couldn't have eaten lightly.

Agile imminent giant bushes.

Moving to his back side, he waved his sword and slashed hard around the Achilles tendon.

Feel the soft response of the soggy mud.

That's all.

When I pulled the long sword back, the torn part quickly came back to normal with the surrounding mud making up for it.

There's no point in slashing them for nothing.

At a distance, the collector picked up the big stone of the cobweb that had fallen and threw it on his torso, no.

"Uh-huh."

The stone disappeared as it sank into the Zubuzub and torso.

If you approach it, you will be taken away by the sea of mud, and it will be the end of the earth.

"Well, what's up"

Craigolem's big leg attacked the confused collector. A huge chunk comes down from overhead trying to step on it. Avoiding it as it rolled, I could see the earlier place exerting intense pressure on the giant's feet. I can lift my ankle in a relaxed motion. The flat ground was stuck in the shape of a leg.

A hurried collector went on the offense. When I squeeze the pattern tightly with both hands, I try to swim and see a slash deep around my hips. Mud splattered where the blade was slapped hard.

But Craigorem reaches out with a cursory movement when he flips to see if he feels any itching. It even flies big behind my back.

Don't you feel so much as a mosquito bite?

There is no agility, but unusual durability meant that normal slashing would not work.

"With this guy, how about it!

The collector threw at the nucleus as he picked up the stone again.

Craigorem covers his weakness lightly when he raises his right hand.

Apparently, there was a degree of intelligence to protect weaknesses.

You perceived the attack. The mud giant raises his hands and strikes.

The collector quickly flipped out when he turned his coat into a dark night. Running through the plains full of stone slides down the slopes all at once.

"Okay, you're following me."

Craigolem barks sometimes to intimidate, but because of too much distance, he has become less afraid than he was at first.

- This guy, he doesn't look like a loser, does he?

Anyway, it is Noroma. It could be dangerous if attacked in a narrow, limiting place, but it was a monster that made it feel like nothing could be done for confronting each other in such an open flat.

Instead, the monotonous movement was won by hilariousness.

Mud giants follow the rest with baby-like honesty as they are guided.

The simplicity caused pity on the collector.

The place to go is a pond swarmed by lotuses.

Blooming early in the morning, at noon, I could even see a closing pink bud on one side.

The moonlight that was overhead was covered by thick clouds flowing, and the surroundings instantly transformed into a dark night.

I jumped into a pond soaking up to my chest.

He swimmed cleverly with his sword in his arms. Delay and Craigolem also sink giants into the pond.

It was as expected.

Craigolem's body was made of water-soluble mud, which melted out as he glanced at it the moment it was immersed in water.

"This guy's gonna blow himself up."

A growl similar to the scream of the Terminator is no longer emitted from a submerged giant. The nucleus of the throat Buddha, which was supposed to be far away, came down to just the right height.

What was imposed on the collector was not an act of combat that struck down a sword at the nucleus of an indefensibly exposed giant.

Meriandale was still searching for the figure of the collector who jumped out shaking at the window.

(I didn't say anything about getting rid of it. I'm just glad you're around)

The collector does seem to be able to use his sword somewhat, but he didn't want it that far.

The sense of relief that I was helped did not fit in, but the sense of self-blame that I had done something terrible was much greater.

As soon as I saw the craygolem giant as I looked up, my hips fell out. It is a completely different kind of horror than the tyrants in the city. Born and raised in a famous house of alchemists from generation to generation, Meryandale was meant to know the world a little after he popped up in the same fashion as a runaway. I have had experience diving into the dungeon as one of the clans, but it was the first time I had ever been born to look directly at a giant monster that far.

(You can't win, that bucket of stuff. What to do, what to do! I'll go now. Go! What's going to happen? But, but, but Klund jumped out for me! To such monster opponents!

When it comes to the monsters Meryandale put directly on his hands, it is about Amebagel, an indeterminate weak monster. He was not a threat.

I couldn't even ascertain the existence of a voice that would have threatened me if it weren't for the collector.

Can I say I'm a partner in this?

"All right, be brave, Meryandale!

Encourage yourself with your left hand down your right wrist, trembling in small cuttlefish chops.

Pulling out a knife made of misrilled silver from a sheath lowered to his waist, he kneaded in the moonlight in front of him.

Push fright to death.

"We need to help Klander."

Close your eyes hard and the stray cleared up. When Meriandale never stood up to her will, she ran out toward the front door. I kicked in the door and jumped out the door all at once. Run your gaze around you. Aside from the signs of fighting, the world was quiet as every creature had died. I sat down with the knife and ran out without going off guard. My heart was about to be crushed by tension and fear.

(You're safe, Klando! I'm sure I'll do something about it. I'm not sure!

"Ahhh!?

Dressed and trying to get off the slope, Meriandale broke off balance and stuck it out of her head.

I felt sorry for the inside as I rolled around making noises. She seemed to lack motor nerves innate.

"No!

Meryandale looks up in tears. There was a figure of a collector with a clear face there.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, because. Golem, I lost my help with that cland, and the"

"Well, did you come worried? Thanks."

"Ah......!

I also forgot to grab the hand I was reached for and saw it in the man's face.

To be honest, there was a part of me that had chosen the man in front of me for a reason that was by my side and dropped to a non-nervous level. Beautiful men, men, second sheets, etc. There are all kinds of good ones, but honestly, I didn't like men with good looks. The first impression Meryandale had on the collector felt more spotless. That's why I said I chose it. As soon as I saw such a masculine smile, I felt my breath jammed for a moment.

"What have you done? Are you hurt?"

"No, it's nothing. I'm just a baby."

Meryandale was pulled up at once when he grabbed his hand. It was so powerful that I illusioned myself as if I had become a feather.

Because of my mind, I snap a morsel in my chest. When I looked up and glanced at the collector, he had a pungent look like he had eaten the person as usual.

Pay for the dust on your knees and look seriously at the collector. My whole body was wet and everywhere was covered in sticky mud. Such a monster. I don't even show the color of fatigue on my face, even though it was such a fierce battle. It's the right kind of power to call it Superman. My chest rattled with excitement with Bakubaku.

"Still, what's wrong with Craigorem"

Threw the question I was curious about from the start.

"Eh, I've already done it. Holla."

The treasurer, so to speak, has unleashed the nucleus in his hand. Meryandale plays at a loss of acceptance. I picked it up in a hurry and checked carefully. A curse engraved on a demonic stone is broken in two. That is, it meant the death of a demonic life form.

(I really got rid of it. Wow......)

"What the fuck?"

The young man with arms in front of his chest did not see so much specificity except that he was a big one. But in front of the fact that I defeated that giant in this short time, it was strange to see him as a very unbelievable figure.

"Bukkushi, whoa, whoa!!

Has it become a fight in the pond, wrapping and shivering a cold cut body in his jacket?

Whatever it is, it is the benefactor of life.

Fortunately, Meriandale's house was furnished with internal water.

There are quite a few people who don't like baths in Romles so I hesitated to recommend them, but the collector seemed to like baths for a long time. Anything. Unless the people in his hometown are sick, they have a habit of most people soaking in the water every day. I felt like Meryandale in that regard as well. Beautiful and clean lovers have a high point for women. When I pulled my hand back into the house, I put a fire in the bath kettle. The boiling water conveys the pipe and flows into the bathroom tub.

"Oh, my God, you're not coming in with me."

"Yeah, no. Whatever it is, it's not."

I understand it's just a tease, but Meriandale lay down her face in strong embarrassment. That's why I didn't have to say anything.

"... if it's enough to flush your back"

The collector quickly undresses with a groaning look. And they don't try to hide it at all. Meriandale was unintentionally rigid looking directly at adult exposed male genitals for the first time in his life. My brain got confused and I got a chick-and-white spark scattered in front of me.

"Hey, hurry up."

"Yes."

Ask the collector who sat down in the small chair to turn his back on him. No matter how much, it was impossible to wash the front. This is all I can't give away.

(Wow, it's a wide, tight back. It's scratchy, and it's gotten bitter)

The nudity of the first man she had ever seen was annoying. When it came to the man she knew, she was about her father, brother or brother.

Born in the house of a famous alchemist, she was naturally of the aristocratic class, and even if she were a parent or a child, she would never be as comfortable with the common people. The same is true of a man's brother. Morning and evening etiquette greetings were the only way to meet at the mansion, and all lectures on academics, etiquette and alchemy as clan secrets were handled by female tutors and mothers.

The world of Meriandale was complete in a completely closed world until the age of sixteen.

"Looks like an amazing wooden cob."

I crawl my fingers with a pepper in my sticking shoulder muscles. I grabbed the goose. Then I grabbed the meat off my shoulder.

I just think this is a fundamentally different structure already.

As Meryandale tried to enter into deep thought, her huge rocky shoulders trembled all the way into small pieces.

"Sami, I'd love to have some hot water."

"Wow! I'm sorry."

Meriandale blushed violently.

It was already dawn at night when the collector woke up.

After a push with Meryandale, he was avoided.

I mean, the dog. Nice to meet you. I just borrowed a blanket under her bed and slept.

One thing with Meryandale. I didn't mean that I hesitated to sleep in bed because of my otherwise impudent guts. Definitely.

Instead, I would have done enough to pull a couple of shots in her cheek screaming if I slept with her to force her to twist.

That's how wild a man is, I am.

But even as a collector, I wanted to avoid as much as I could the moves of letting myself be forced to assemble an innocent girl staring at me with believing eyes, and no, that has something to do with it. If you hold it anyway, I want to connect it to permanent action rather than an on-the-spot eating scatter. Because it was the royal road to move things forward from the big picture perspective and the odd philosophy of linking strong and thick tomorrow worked.

"You're hungry."

Hike your nose with your sleeping eyes. A mixture of the aroma of baking bread and the unique smell of warmed milk drifted around.

Yesterday's battle with the Golem is not as fatigue as it was. Instead, I moved my body lightly so it was in good shape. As the collector stretched greatly, he scratched his elongated beard galloping at the tip of his nail.

"Clando, wake up. It's a refreshing morning."

"Oh, good morning. Merry."

"Good morning, Klando. It's a beautiful day."

Meryandale was wearing a white apron and holding his balls, showing his white teeth and a healthy smile.

For a moment, I tend to be strong. It's like I've been living in this house my whole life. It's impossible.

"Sa, sa. Please tell me about your seat. Klund, here."

"Ooh."

When Meryandale urged me to get to the table, there was a beautiful line of western-style breakfasts there.

Brown and scorched toast.

Warmed milk.

Dust and hot, boiled eggs peeled and seated in a cup.

Vegetable salad that looks shaky and teethy.

Pure white yogurt served with bright red jam.

Freshly squeezed orange juice, etc.

I'm stuck staring at Meryandale's face, wondering if it's perfect.

I noticed the zodiac's gaze, and she was ashamed to mess with her own ears.

"Well no. Still, you can cook properly. I'm impressed."

"Oh, no. Well, it may not be in your mouth, but it's all yours."

"Mmm. Well, come on. Here you go."

In a strange atmosphere, the collector flattened all the peroli and breakfast by showing a little whimsy but also taking away the yogurt of Meriandale. Dessert was also taken away. I was subtly concerned that she was unusually nicotine, but for now I put everything in my stomach. Even in a metaphorical sense.

After breakfast, the two headed to the Adventurers Union (Guild) office. The aim is a dungeon attack.

"Even so, how can you use the items you made?"

"Right."

Meryandale responding with a smiley face. What the collector praised was the Magical Compression Back, which compresses the luggage developed by Meriandale.

There is no bizarre part of it anywhere as a shape. It looks like it's just a bag.

However, it was out of performance.

Conventionally, it was an ultra “all-purpose bag” that allowed adventure tools that were unusually bulky and weighed more than dozens of kilograms to be packed in squeezing type bags using space compression magic.

Similar items were sold as official goods of the Adventurers' Union (Guild), but the compression rate of the bags developed by Meryandale was almost five times higher than that of the official goods, allowing them to be lowered to the waist.

"That's a super alchemist! Difficult!"

"Hey, let's do it! More compliments."

Still don't worry about scientific things. All the other worlds are magically bullied.

"It's convenient. Tools, bulky sleeping bags, tents, coffees, fuel, water. Strange if you squeeze them in my made bags. So compact! To palm size!

"Wow, but what happens if I put this creature or something?"

"Come on?"

Each other looks at each other and becomes silent. It was an unpleasant silence.

"But you're simply awesome! Mary, you're a genius, aren't you?

"Eh heh. Praise and praise."

"Uri Uri"

"So hehe."

As the collectors interacted like that and walked into the now-familiar red brick office, the union's guard, who was no different from Aye, dropped a surprising less spear.

"Yikes."

The collector greets the familiar guard with joy. I did not put my hair down for a while and my hands were placed on my shoulders in serious condition.

"Klund, sin is light now. Now give her back to her parents."

Meryandale is staring up at both of them with her eyes tight and round. Speaking of which, you never came to the Adventurers' Union (Guild) with a woman.

"You're being rude. I'm suing you."

"I'll follow you to the Knights' garrison."

"I wonder if you'd stop talking about people on the established route of criminals"

"That you're such a beauty just seems like a crime already, common sense. Abbreviations, common thinking."

"Don't be abbreviated for the first time. That expression is rather corrupt with dirt on it. Rather, because it's too old. It's a relic of the last century."

"What, uh, lie. So, this beauty, maybe not, your associate? Not a drinker's sister or something?

"Chitty, get off me, orah"

The guard was seriously crying when the collector waved his hand abusively, leaking a slight groan.

Humph and laughed with his nose, and as his footsteps passed through the lobby softly, he had eyes with Nelly, who had been spinning his pen in his spare time.

When she saw the girl walking, trying to lean against the back of the zodiac, she took the pen off as a ghost. It was kind of so rude.

"Hey, Crand's got a girl."

"I didn't come here any more."

"That's pretty cute."

"You're a whore. I'm letting whores dress like that and bring them in."

"New! Did you have that hand?"

"You didn't have that hand. Totally jealous."

"Keh, you're Gabagaba anyway. Ugh, I'm not jealous."

The envy of the fools is a little depressing. Walk proudly with your chest up. Meryandale pulled her sleeve a little when she noticed unusual signs around her.

"Well, we're getting noticed for some reason."

"Leave them alone, they're miserable people."

"Ha."

As I walked through the adventurers' hanging spot, I saw a brand new big door. Is it a checkpoint, I checked the two recognition slips where the guild attendant is a pass. Opening the big door and going further, there were cluttered shops joining the straight aisle.

"Speaking of which, you went through here last time. I didn't sell anything that was locked up."

It doesn't attract much interest because I've already been there once. As the collector walked a long way ahead, he tended to be delayed in the appearance of Meryandale, who should have been walking with him. Apparently, he stops walking and stops walking when his eyes are caught by the store's semblance of merchandise.

"Hey, what are you doing? Was it something unusual?

"Hey, look at this. She's so cute."

"It's just a souvenir."

Meryandale is also probably attracted to the proper groceries as a woman's sex. She stares at a badge made of seven treasures grill with sparkling eyes for her hands. The golden badge with the eagle, the Romeless national bird, is a rustic construction, but it was a little difficult to make sense of its goodness to the collector.

"You must have been here many times. It wouldn't be unusual."

"Uh, but. Usually, I'm alone, so it's kind of awkward to walk by."

Meriandale swelled her cheeks and looked upside down unhappy.

"Fair enough, Nii. Yeah, well, if you keep talking about Katai, she's gonna freak you out!

Whatever, Alliance Specialty Dungeon Badge! Be cheap now! Buy it to commemorate your adventure!

"I don't want it. Let's go, Mary."

"Yeah. Commemorative badge. No!

The collector pulled Meryandale's hand and left the scene.

"I don't need souvenirs or anything. I'm not here for sightseeing."

"But you wanted it. The beak is cute, that."

She had been spilling bumpy stupidity for a while, but entering a dungeon without artifacts took me to brace my expression and open my magical compression back to prepare for the adventure.

It is naturally a dark world where there is no light or other presence in the dungeon.

The three essential elements of adventure are:

a light source,

maps,

food,

It is said to be three species of

Even if you try to lose your weapon, it's not impossible to escape the monster as long as you have a map of the dungeon.

However, it was also essential to continue the light and behavior that allowed the map to be read.

Apart from the story if there is a user of magic in the clan who generates the lights, there is an overwhelming lesser group of people with companions who can use magic.

Most adventurers therefore used primitive pine lights most often.

First, it is inexpensive.

Most of them wrap cloth around trees and create pine grease and oil for everyone.

Like a lantern, it is inferior to the amount of light and the quality of the surroundings, but it was treasured by the financially destitute adventurers.

"I won't inconvenience you with more items than I have."

Meryandale gently taps Concon with the back of his hand as he takes the handheld lantern out of the tool bag.

Soon the surroundings were lit up as bright as daylight and the irregularities and dark channels in the cave could be easily ascertained.

Unlike the one used with commercial oil, the Meryandale-style lantern was put in a Romeless Hikarigoke in the glass section in the center.

This cocktail plant has the characteristic of self-luminescence for a long period of time in response to vibrations, and although it cannot be permanently present at normal times, it was a special individual that was successfully cultured as a result of Meriandale's research.

"If you don't cut off the moisture about once every ten days, you won't die. However, if there is only one difficulty, it is extremely vulnerable to direct sunlight."

"You're a difficult creature."

He himself was a pathetic artificial life form that could shine but could not survive under strong sunlight.

Together, the Caveman and Meryandale embarked on a quest for a soundless dungeon.

"Uh, you're on the right next. Yes, yes. Break right there. Then, if you go straight, there's a small room on your left, but there's a good chance the monster's lurking, so avoid it."

She also had a long ability to read the maps accurately, and had the power to modify, as appropriate, the rather nasty routes, albeit official ones.

"Isn't that amazing, Mary? I honestly didn't think you were such a usable woman."

"Huh. More praise, huh?"

Meryandale was sprinkling himself and the keeper with liquid from the contents of the vial over a period of time, then onto the path he had passed. When I asked him wondering, he said it was a monster avoiding drug.

"It's Monster Earnnar."

The blue drug felt odorless and almost no different from water.

"It's an alchemy occasional. Alchemy makes everything possible."

"That's too good"

I have certainly not seen a single enemy shadow from the dungeon entry by using it for vertigo.

The collector thought the effect was excellent but the naming sense was zero.

Silent lines follow for a while.

I don't slap my mouth in vain because I don't need a collector in particular either. The interior of the dungeon, which was located underground in summer, was dry and chilly.

Born chatty, Meryandale brings her body to see if she remembers the awkwardness in the silent air.

"Hey, you know what?"

"Yes, yes. What is it -!

"I don't think it's going to be that much fun. The golem that attacked you. Do you know the one you were manipulating?"

"Mm-hmm. That's what I don't have, right? Look, I'm not a local here, and it's only been about two months since I came over. I don't really even go out there. It's a basic pull."

"I can't pull it. Speaking of which, there was this guy I used to work with."

"Sure, we broke up right away just once with you. I haven't seen him in a guild since."

"Look, then, do you have anything else in mind? Little things like buying grudges, buying grudges, buying grudges."

"Wow, how much do you resent me!? He thinks it's about me!

"A little cute insensitive idiot"

"I can't believe you're so cute"

Meriandale moved her ass pretentiously as she put her hand on her cheek.

"You're intentionally ignoring the second half. Either way, it's not that deeply rooted."

"Oh no. I've been spiritually beaten up every night. I've been having insomnia."

"Sweet sweet. That's a bit of a scale big kid harassment level. I wouldn't have a special attack on the Golem on my first day, and I'm letting myself blow up."

"Uh, what's that? I'm more scared of Klund's thoughts. No blood, no tears."

"In the meantime, we're going to have to go with coping therapy. Let me know as soon as you notice any changes."

"Uh, uh, yes"

"What are you wearing?"

"... 'Cause, Cland, you have a bad mouth, but you're worried about me in the end, aren't you? Well, be happy."

"Hmm. I'm just trying to get you to eat some pucker where you trusted me."

"Hmph."

"Don't laugh, it's disgusting"

"Uh, uh, it's terrible."

"Ugh."

The Founding Fathers continue their search for the Labyrinth in a foolish conversation. Approximately, I decided to take a short pause after walking for about two hours. The place to rest was decided on as flat a place as possible with a promising wall on its back.

As Meriandale laid an anti-bacterial mat of the type to air and inflate on the ground, she began to boil the water in a familiar way.

"Something like this is good. It's like camping, I like it."

"Right. In the dungeon, it's narrow, dark, it's scary and dangerous, but it's nice to have tea or sweets in these unusual places."

"Right."

Most of all, everything in this world seems unusual to me.

Even for her to prepare tea as a delight, existence itself was entirely intercultural.

Natural brown hair not discolored or dyed on high nose. Blue eyes that the Orientals will never have.

Besides, every word you hear is in Japanese. The collector was to the extent that he wanted to feed his dog from middle and high school to his current college rejuvenation, such as his English grades. If I see Mr. Wicky on the corner, he is a poor man who blinds and walks away.

That is what goes naturally, not least as bilingual. Sometimes, my brain is about to scream. Something was even trying to force me to hold back the discomfort I couldn't wipe.

"What's the matter, suddenly I'm confused"

"No, it's nothing. See, I thought you were handy. You'll make a good wife."

Meryandale, wolfed by the deceptive wind, let the boiling kettle slide and greatly cooled the liver of the possessor.