Dungeon+Harem+Master

After pinching a small pause, he began exploring again.

"Run, run, run, run, run."

"Hey, watch your step. I'm falling again."

Whether her strength was restored by pinching a break, Meryandale vigorously preceded the nose mix.

The collector continued unawareness so that he could fall through the sword at any time.

After a while, a girl walking in front stops inadvertently.

I frowned suspiciously and asked.

"What's up?"

"Oh, that's it! Can you see it, Klando?"

Meryandale pointed it out with a slightly nervous face, followed by something somewhat red. I got a lantern and shined a light so I could see better.

There were about four monsters with mushroom heads there, crouching amicably.

"I wonder if being close is beautiful"

"No! It's Matango, and red means Civile Matango!

Meryandale screams as she blinks her eyes sharply.

The monster, illuminated by the lantern lights, stood up all the time when he noticed the signs.

Civilema tango.

It is mainly a monster that appears in the lower echelons with high frequency.

His height is approximately one hundred and fifty centimeters.

He was stuck like a mushroom with hands and feet.

The umbrella on the head is bright scarlet red and scattered with orange spots.

The other parts were dull white in colour, with a weak impression.

"Be careful. When you look at humans, they attack you."

"All right, you stay hidden."

A collector pulled out the long sword "Black Lion” and placed it in front of him. Step forward with a slip foot. Meriandale moved behind the collector as he held down his hat.

Civilema Tango did not show any particularly quick movements, but joined forces in a row with odd movements.

Unlike humans, the footsteps were a drunken move that didn't know where to put the center of gravity.

I'm not particularly upset when I poke at the cutting edge of my sword.

In the first place, it was also suspicious to see if there were any organs that felt fear or crisis.

"Ugh, disgusting mushrooms whenever I see them"

For a moment I took my eyes off the enemy in the frightening voice of Meriandale.

Unexpectedly disequilibrium.

The Civilema tangos come towards each other in a regular and parallel state in a dancing motion. If you think of Meryandale behind you, you have to get rid of one.

As the collector lowered himself and jumped straight in from the front, he slammed his long sword into the sidelines.

The blade wind ripped the darkness and made a buzzing, fierce noise.

When the Civilema tango at the front was broken in two without time to take evasion, he scattered something like a white spore and flipped it upside down.

White smoke rises strong on the rolling clap.

The possessor, who inhaled the smoke properly, coughed hard as he turned back.

"Be careful! Spores are poisonous, don't suck!

"That's what I said earlier."

The collector, who was exposed to poisonous spores at close range, covered his nose and mouth with a coat, remembering a light glare.

But, hey, it was late.

It weighed like I carried lead all over my body.

Weirdly, my hands and feet feel dull.

Civilema tango grabbed from both sides aiming at the body that stopped moving.

"Come on, man."

I distanced myself as I fed him an elbow punch.

Civilema Tango's body was as elastic as a sponge and unresponsive.

If you think calmly, the enemy has no fangs or claws to attack.

The collector jumped into the foot of the civilematango to throw out his body.

Wield the long sword messed up.

Two mowed legs fell out of balance.

There is no flow of fluid at all.

Unresponsive and voiceless enemies were too unsolicited to date.

"SENO, SEO!!

Standing up and rushing over, he stabbed Todome in the face of two men who rolled their long swords. When the long sword significantly damaged the central part of the torso, Civilema Tango stopped pulling and stopped picking.

The one left came covered without any particular flinch.

It is alarming.

I let go of my sword and struck it together. When I twisted up Civilema Tango's arms with full force, the sound of my body dried up. It was easy for the enemy to lift his arms.

"Oops. Not enough calcium, mushroom!

I slapped my right foot against my torso. The Civilema tango, which blew easily enough to clap out, hit the cave wall and stopped moving.

"This..."

Meriandale hits the fallen Civilema Tango. When she sprinkled the contents of the vial in her hand, white smoke rose with the unpleasant smell.

"Success or failure."

Meryandale, who stabbed only Todome, declared his nose rough with his hands on his hips.

"Oh, my God, Doya face. By the way, I don't know what I just sprinkled."

"Oh, is this it? Antiseptic water for Matango,“ Meryanzet ”. Put this on and the fungus dies! It's also picky for cleaning baths."

"Heh, you're surprisingly making a lot of things. Let's call him Dr. Nakamatsu of the Romles."

"Out of the way - Nakamatsu? Who is it?

"He's the inventor of my country. I built floppy disks and kerosene pumps."

"Mmm, I don't know what you're talking about, but are you an amazing person for now?

"Wow, his invention helped a lot of people in the winter"

"Ho. Well, praise me a lot. I like to be praised."

"Okay, I think I'll get a reward"

"Ha ha."

The collector gave Meryandale candy as a reward.

Ahmayi, and the girl with her cheeks fuzzed and delighted was so adorable.

After defeating Civilema Tango, she approached the wreckage and began collecting spores into the bag.

"What are you gonna do with it?"

"It's material. They extract the drug effect from the paralyzing spores and sell it to the drugstore. It'll be a good price. It takes a lot of research."

"Ho, that's a lot of merchant soul. You're more of a pharmacist than an alchemist."

"It could be close. Most of my parents' income was from smelted drugs. I need money to continue my research. We're always the best."

"Well, the place is cold and the screams are tight."

"So it's perfect."

I can't be squeaking forever, so keep walking further.

The mossy rock skin gradually became more pronounced in the cave, nearly slipping into a little clap even as the lantern's light ensured his vision.

Reach out and support every time the leading Meryandale is about to fall.

The third time I touched her chest with force majeure, I was stared at with a slightly scary eye.

"Beware, I think demon medicine can only work on low-level monsters."

Jelly, mostly.

"It works for Guchagucha."

It's probably about the amaebagel of the zacommonstar.

"That mushroom earlier had an impact."

"Well, I'm just resting."

"I mean, if you're as worried about the monster as you are, you better watch your step."

"Hmm. It's hard to walk, isn't it, here? Isn't Mr. Moss grown gargly on the flickering stone? It's a test for me to be fascinated by the God of the Fall."

"So such an evil god eh..."

"Yay, this is hah"

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You discovered something, Meriandale changed the color of her eyes and suddenly ran out.

As the collector feared, he slipped and fell too brilliantly for his daughters of his age.

The contents of the skirt were rounded up with a scream that

Black or...

I don't know, young lady.

The collector reflexively lanterned to check the color of the shorts. It was a quick move.

When Meryandale realized she had exposed an important part of herself, she was ashamed to fix her hem. Turn around kickingly and look directly at the collector.

"What, did you not illuminate me?"

"Bullshit!

"No, so I fell, didn't I? Could you see it?

"Bullshit!!

"... you saw it"

"Oh my god!!

The collector stayed and thumbed up.

"Bye. No more."

Suddenly shame is creeping up, she lays down her eyes and mouths awkwardly.

A keeper who doesn't want to go through with it. It is the enemy of a woman.

But there was no God of mercy in the dungeon.

"Well, what did you find?"

"Yes, this. This is it! Pretty rare blue crystal. I thought you were exhausted. I'm super lucky."

"Mmm, blue crystal?

Bringing the cantera light closer to the indicated location, there was a crystal lens growing about forty centimetres radiant in clear aqua blue.

"Ooh, it's blinding. How about that?"

"This is pretty good! When the blacksmith casts it, it takes 100,000 P (pounds) to throw it away."

"Uho, good crystal!

One hundred thousand P (pounds sterling) is about one million yen in Japanese yen.

"Seriously. You can buy light. With Mira, Alto and Lapin? Even if I die, I don't ride."

"Hey? What is it?

"No, talk about this one. Anyway, it's been a long day. You look like a goddess."

"Ha ha, not so much."

Meryandale packs the blue crystal in a bag with a lit but accustomed hand.

The collector crouched and kept his hands together against her back.

Since we had just the right separation, we decided to have lunch together with a big pause.

"Oil Sardine pasta and couscous soup, dessert is an apple compote"

Meriandale took a quick cook when he started the fire.

Now when you boil the pasta, open the can and mix the oil sardines together.

I added the pre-made onion soup to the pan and simmered it with couscous.

Transfer the finished one into a container for two and float the cheese. The possessor swallowed the raw spit and sparkled his eyes at the fragrant and unique smell.

"It's boring, though."

"I'm not bored. Here you go."

I put on the chopsticks waiting for Meryandale to finish praying to God.

Rinse up the tangled noodles of moist oil. It looks like thick fat will stain your exhausted body with exploration and battle.

"Good, good"

"Haha, because there's still a lot of it without having to rush it so fast"

The collector saunters from one end to the other like a starving wild dog. Meryandale had also forgotten to move his fork. He had seen it in the man's dining landscape with his eyes dripping down.

"Um, soup again, Yoshi!

"Ha, why are you appraising?"

"You're a good cook, too. Let's praise him and send him."

"Ha ha."

The collector stroked Meryandale's head with a gotten hand. She smiled and closed her eyelids like a kitten in a hiatus.

It is the natural desire that makes me want to sleep when my belly swells. The two began walking with resolute determination as they squeezed their energy. It is difficult to keep moving with caution at your feet while reading the map.

It's not a tidy road, but something that gradually fatigues any human being with unusually many natural up-downs. The collector was secretly admiring Meryandale as he watched him walk silently with the fine feet in front of him.

I still have to think it's different from the modern man because of his physical creation. In a world without cars and such, it's normal to walk for an hour or two to get a little errand done.

Since humans in this world have grown up in such environments since birth, they do not feel so bitter even if they walk for a day or two.

Meryandale is a poor girl if only she looks. You will be able to live without having to engage in such painful tasks, although not very much.

But the method was nothing short of tying my way of life to being a woman and limiting it. There is little in this world other than the job of selling bodies such as whores and widows, except to go to daughter-in-law, such as how women earn a living. Even if it does, it's only a rental job to support my husband's earnings, only enough to help with chores such as sewing and babysitting. It would be very difficult for a woman to rely on no one alone and make regular money out of her abilities alone.

Hard and every thought naturally springs up in my head. I shook my head and switched my mind.

Speaking of which, I don't see any other adventurers at all.

"Right. But the route isn't even the main road, so it's time. Mm-hmm. While you're at it, the other tier's over."

"Nano."

When Meryandale stopped, there was a stone tablet about her waist in the place. Next to the stone tablet, a stone staircase leading to the lower level was seen. The collector could not read it, but the stone tablet was dug with the date of discovery of the lower staircase and the name of the discoverer.

"It's not until the seventeenth floor that we're officially attacked."

"I guess we're actually reaching deeper. I wonder who the hell's diving deepest."

"If you report the staircase leading to the lower level, you have to submit a map of the route instead of being engraved with your name. For an adventurer, the path is life. Where, what materials, what traps. The difference between high and low is. The water field. What is the range of appearance of monsters? At the Royal University of Romles, there is even a unique discipline called labyrinthology. Wow. Hey, fellow researchers. If you're bad, scholars who've never dived into a dungeon are much more familiar with the inside."

"Really? I think you're amazing enough."

"Haha. What a blade I am. Silver Villago is home to the Royal Labyrinth Exploration Laboratory, a university destination institution. There's plenty of libraries, and I'd like to go there once."

"You can go. You're close."

"That's, after all, without some powerful connections, you don't have permission to enter. It is. We alchemists pride ourselves on being pretty good when it comes to exclusive things, but that's a different level of confidentiality over there. According to one theory, the military garrison is more disciplined than Daldar... Speaking of which, why are we talking like this?"

"You're all out of line. So, do you want to go on and quit the second tier?

"Hmm, if you can do that, that's all for today, okay?"

Meryandale smiled powerlessly. When the collector looked at her watch, it had been nearly ten hours since he began his exploration. Even if I skipped a break for about an hour, nine hours was a walk away. It would have been quite a load for a woman's health.

"Uh, if Escape Route can be used when it comes to returning,"

Warp points were provided near the descent points of each hierarchy in the dungeon, called return transfer formations. Naturally, only in officially attack-certified hierarchies. Escape Route Point Transfers built by high-ranking magic can be used semi-permanently.

Of course, it's made to be unusable so that low-level humans don't suddenly travel to the deepest levels.

If the collectors are to continue attacking the two-tier starting tomorrow, they must build their own transfer formation by hitting the marking of a moving point somewhere around them.

Using a transfer formation other than an escape route required a demonic stone that was power. If the collectors hadn't brought that stuff together, they wouldn't even know how to build a transfer formation. I got a little sloppy.

"Let me lecture you to such a beginner clan. This is the scroll where the magic of the Transition Formation has been assembled. Reusable, so buy any Co you don't have at the store."

"But it's expensive, isn't it?

"No, it's five thousand P (pounds) in itself, so I'll see you cry if you can't buy it. Oh, are you crying already"

"I'm not crying, I just got garbage in my eyes. I mean, the Transition Formation build set looks like it can handle it, but I heard the demon stone from that power source is silly expensive. One, 10,000 pounds? It's like a relationship between a printer and genuine ink. It's not good to make money with ink!

"Plump? Go? Hey, here comes another word I don't understand. Hmm, it's my profession that counts here. ITS, MY, JOB! Do you remember the wise Mr. Klund?

"Hey, hey, dodgy sister"

"Non non! The correct answer was an alchemist. And it's so easy for me to twist and twist the baby's hand, such as counterfeiting demonic stones!

"... no, it's usually scary. What, forgery!?

"Ugh, keep it to yourself."

Meryandale giggled in a bad face, letting him take a blackish stone out of Zarazala and the leather bag.

"I can make this endlessly. Sell it and you'll have a million dollars of wealth."

"Uh, I won't do that. Sounds like you're reticent to use it personally, but if you sell it to an adventurer, you'll probably get rid of me because you're going to eat into the rights of the Adventurers Union (Alliance). crisp."

"Will it be erased"

"May they erase you. Then you'll be sad about Klander."

"Oh, not too dumb."

"Hey!"

Meryandale builds a transition formation by the force of Scroll.

From now on, we will be able to fly from the Atelier in Meriandale to the warp point we installed on our return. The two entered a circle about three meters radius carved by witchcraft to move from the escape point to the office of the Adventurers' Union (Alliance). A lucid white light dashed the magic letters described.

"Oh, something's glowing."

"For a moment, it's really convenient."

Meriandale placed a counterfeit demon stone in the middle of the circle that would be fuel for start-up.

When the white light increases in strength, it glows with the intensity that just covers the eyes.

The collector clung his eyes, remembering a similar floating sensation during the sudden descent when he rode the screaming machine.

"Oh, that"

The moment I opened my eyes, I was already on the transfer team by the office lobby.

The metastasis was complete without much emotion.

While the collector was passionate about his first warp experience, he took the items obtained by Meryandale in the dungeon to the material buying department of the office.

Hanging around the office without meaning because it got shabby. All over the lobby, there were men with great faces wandering around.

He is the so-called Bush.

Only a handful of wealthy people can register for the Adventurers' Union (Guild) and become full members. Adventurers were wrong about ratings such as gatherings of eaters, and the other half was right.

In the first place, there is no way that three nominees with 100,000 P (pounds sterling) subscription fees or first-class citizenship can be collected by those who eat or do not eat every day.

An adventurer who is a full member is able to accompany twenty squires per person.

Most self-proclaimed adventurers were spending some free time in the dungeon hunting monsters and collecting materials to earn a living instead of being companions for the day and helping them with their exploratory actions.

Currently, the time is nearly in the evening. It was a literal loser wandering around the office at such a time. Most of them were from the provinces and were the fruit of dreaming of a thousand dollars to reach Silver Villago, also known as an adventure city.

I know the Adventurers' Union (Guild) and their bare hands suck, and I don't see any particular way to kick them out. If that bothered you, the adventurers' union (guild), which has the same force as the Knights of the Phoenix, who guard the security of the city, is silently letting them walk wide as they like, also had the implications of enclosure to maintain security. Most of them were sitting on the floor with a noose gaze and watching Nabe with a vain gaze.

Damn, I hate it when I'm about to lose my luck every time I see these guys.

Adventurers and anti-social human reserves are mostly young teenagers and twenties.

None of them are in their thirties or older.

Because you usually die without being able to live that far.

The reason for dying is indiscriminate.

You can take a scarecrow on a hard hierarchical adventure and get eaten by a monster, or you can get hurt badly and say, "Help me. Yeah, eh!," he cried, "consumable, starve to death there!" It was left behind and screwed seriously, or bought cheap sluts, transferred STDs, dumped in the trash can on the surface by the hands of officials and collected by garbage collectors like things, blade wounds in Isakoza of boring liquor and died lightly, simply unable to move and mummified, etc.

It's all cheap death, no one cares and no mourning.

It's frightening to think that the collector might have been among them, too, if I'm mistaken.

Just one thing. Sometimes their droning eyes shine like their Dove River. That was when we found that there were women adventurers who were extremely small beings.

The receptionist has a super popular receptionist (* everyone's onappet) who is the subject of their lower class folks' sexuality, but watching her giddy risks being beaten to death by a guard with a stick.

Thus, the female adventurers they could safely see raped were valuable. Clans that require female adventurers are often numerous or skill seekers. None of them go as far as the category of daily employment.

So I don't speak up, but if I go through the vicinity, I stare at it like a hole in a hole and burn it clearly in the back of my brain to make it a masturbation story. When a female warrior and others in a fairly exposed bikini armor passed by, so much so that complaints were received from positive adventurers because the public toilet would smell like a simmer.

If you keep getting such a negative aura, you could lose.

The collector moved far from the garbage dump and near the reception. If you noticed, there was an opening in a place decorating the skull monument of the Evil Dragon King. It's a simple one with products lined up on top of a wooden platform.

"Hmm."

If you look at it, there was a Seven Treasure Grill badge that Meryandale wanted. When I asked the store's old man, he told me he was picking up leftovers here.

On a little thought, the collector purchased four different designs, eagle, tiger, lion and wolf, and turned them into leather bags. Of course, it's a ruse to distribute it to Lacey, Hilda, Pordina and Meryandale later and get in the mood. Each was also fished for the cheap 10P (pounds).

"Hey, Oyaji. Didn't you sell it at the store for £100p earlier?

……

"Dude, you're not freaking out."

"... bully me too old. Hey"

It was a low-level feud.

Meryandale came back while the collector was playing with the store's jerk. She began reporting on the results of the day with a slightly reddish cheek.

"It's amazing! Combine the blue crystal with the shibile powder for 250,000 P (pounds)!

"Oh! You did it!

The two joined hands amicably, dancing around with glue and circles as they pulled each other apart. Nellie's posture remains solidified in the sight, but I don't care at this time.

The reward was to be broken down amicably.

One hundred and twenty five hundred P (pounds) each for a day's earnings, which is about one hundred and twenty five thousand yen in Japanese yen.

"Especially since the blue crystal stuff was good. The purchase price was double what it normally is! Dong!"

"Ha ha."

The zodiac walked down the middle of the street with his elbows up as he raised his suspicions. I follow it as Meryandale twirls and dances right next to me. Children with droopy noses follow with amusement. The suspicious man was extreme.

Hehe, but this guy might make a little more than a million bucks in a day.

Twenty years old in Japan. It's not an easy amount for a young man without any ability there to make money. Though the reward I earned for endangering my life, there was an opening in heaven and earth if I thought that I only earned about the tears of sparrows in convenience stores and earthwork.

"Because it's only the first floor. If you go over the tenth floor, you'll get ten times the reward, but that's too much."

"Seriously!!

"Hey, Klando. Face, it's close."

"Whoa, whoa!

"Shit, the bumps fly. Soo! Chi Chi Chi!"

Now you can do about 300,000 each to Lacey, Hilda, and Pordina.

Sometimes I need to show you something worthwhile.

The collector turned his back on Meryandale with a split leather bag screwed to his chest.

"Well, we're breaking up here today! Also, good luck tomorrow!

"... eh"

The moment I tried to rush out, I was pulled hard on the hem of my coat.

Meryandale was solidified with a strange look that even looked like a crying face when shaken.

Her eyebrows are bent to eight letters and her fingertips are shaking into puffy little pieces.

It was like a abandoned kitten.

"Hey, that. Today's celebration or something in my house?

"Uh, bad. Hey, roll it out to the tavern today and par..."

I couldn't go on about launching big fireworks at Lacey all the time.

"Shit. Hey, don't go."

"Ahem? Why?"

"Leave me alone"

The collector stuck his lower lip out like trouble and cursed the lack of a phone in this world for the first time.