Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector had a morning at the atelier in Meriandale without a scratch.

It would be painful to think back to Pordina's lonely face, but because I couldn't have left Meryandale alone if I could have been on the offense all that blatantly.

Swallow without biting the breakfast made by Meryandale with little bite moved to the dungeon in the transfer formation.

"Hey, you look amazing. Shouldn't we stop today?"

"Ha. Don't be silly. If we don't move on with the crisp attack, the economy won't go around."

Fiercely sleepy. I don't sleep for a night or so all the time, but last night my brain was unusually excited and I was tired more than twice as much as usual.

Sometimes I was wary and concerned about the raid, but it was caused by the fact that I was only concerned about Meriandale sleeping next door on the sleeping table.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay? Klund."

Meryandale pulls a chocolate chocolate sleeve looking worried.

My chest ached flaccid with guilt, blinded by the plump cherry blossom colored lips.

(Keep these cute lips unclean with my stuff...... please, concentrate. You can't be a kettle thing. Be reasonable! Go back to the humans, collector. Hurry up and you'll ruin things! Wait carefully for the ripe fruit to fall naturally!

"Oh, nothing. Let's go."

A dungeon second tier offensive began while remaining unstable mental state.

Ai remains unchanged and the desolate landscape continues.

Unlike the first tier, temperatures are somewhat low.

The collector tried to move his legs faster and keep his body cool.

Fortunately, Meryandale is healthy.

I didn't need to be aware of normal female speed.

Within the dungeon, the relatively nasty straight track was extended.

How long I would have walked, the slope gradually came as the two of them began to get tired of Shiritori.

"All right, I'll put one in."

Placing a bottle in it represents a small pause approximately for one cigarette.

Ingesting tea with considerably more sugar and sugar-free green tea from Meriandale's water bottle started the action again.

"As soon as you're tired."

"What. Don't worry about it. I still have confidence in my legs."

Meriandale appealed for survival by gently raising one leg.

White thighs blinded my eyes.

"Oh, now you've thought of something naughty"

"Stupid. I'm only thinking about that a little bit."

"I knew I was thinking -. Klund is a jerk."

He kept a cool look as he was violently moved by the squeaky noisy Meryandale tricks.

(Oops. This is fine. With this kind of, rear-filled light flirting. Enjoy the bump between meat and meat, I)

When the light flirting ended, the two took to climbing the slope.

The view of Meriandale's map shows that we have to go beyond the hills no matter what we move on. It's a little climbing.

"All right, then, Mary. You get ahead of me. If you lose your balance, I'll take it."

"Yes, let me go first."

The slope continues to be approximately forty degrees.

Of course, it was to watch the prickly ass for a long time that got Meryandale ahead of him. I'm wearing a mini skirt so I can see the chills and healthy glutes from the flickering hem.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep looking at rape as I want, loving a girl who sounds healthy and works hard to inspire herself. The tent in the groin began to assert itself forward.

"I didn't know you were going to get caught."

"Out? Was there such a place?

"No, you don't have to worry about it. Don't drop the lantern."

"Aye!

"Hey, you don't have to be in such a hurry. From my long journey experience, climbing more slowly than usual is less tiring. Always with a certain speed. Yeah, you should stick your hips out back a little bit more. No, yeah, yeah. Just a little more, just a little more ass."

"Hey, I just got a chilli feeling of yokoshima ripple"

"Don't be stupid, you're not! Mary climbs, I'll back you up! This is my partner's heart!

"That's right. Then I'll take care of my back!

"Ahhh! You keep a good eye out for me! Don't worry!"

Climbing up the hill as he jerked off Meriandale, he went out to a flat spot again.

"Chip, are you done?"

I would have liked to have seen more round asses.

Ku, I got a toothpick in my heart.

"Isn't that nice? The climb just keeps looking tight."

"No, I don't care about that. By the way, isn't Sakama on this floor anymore?

"The map says you're not listed. Hey, what's so intense about up and down is the fourth tier?"

The collector revealed what a boring look he had.

As I continued to walk more silently, I went out to an open place. There was a little square fun and when I turned to the lantern lights I found traces of camp everywhere. There are traces of pegs installed with tents and burning casings of firewood cooked with food. Rubbing the charcoal with my fingertips left a little warmth.

"It's still two-tiered, so hey. I wonder if a fairly large clan has moved."

"No, you don't meet monsters at all."

"Rather, is it uncommon in itself to have encountered Civilema Tango on one level? Low-level monsters generally escape when large clans pass. Most of them are undead, fungal, or less intelligent."

"Hmm. This, you mongrel"

"And that's why. Let's camp here today. According to the map information, this is a safe zone."

"Seriously. You're off early today."

"Even so, I've been acting for eight hours. It's probably about evening outside. I don't know a bit within the dungeon though. If we don't rest here, there's no place bigger than camp."

"Hmm. Ma, it's nothing. So let's get to work."

The collector and Meryandale split up and began to prepare the camp.

The necessary tools were removed from the magical compression back where the luggage was space-compressed and the tent was installed with familiar hands. Once you have secured a place to sleep, all you have to do is eat and rest.

"It's everyone's favorite cream stew today. Yo."

"Oh, it's just me and you."

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The stew simmered in a thick white sauce was an appetizing dish to see.

Slurp molten potatoes and onions with a spoon and carry them into your mouth.

When bitten down, the intense sweetness of butter, milk and ingredient flavors spread all over his mouth.

"Mm-hmm. Yum, Aye Despite Uma"

"Please eat a lot because there are a lot of them"

The collector continued to cheek the stew all over his mouth. When you chew a well-boiled and softened chicken, the fragrant fat overflows and your brain swings. I ripped the black bread and dipped it in the stew, flattening it with guts like a starving beast.

Meryandale kept grinning as she poked her cheek cane as she watched the collector change the color of her eyes and carry the dish to her mouth.

"Um, this is where I want a drink"

A collector pampers his cheek bag like a squirrel and urges him.

"I thought so."

Meryandale had a cocktail wink when he took a bottle of distilled liquor from behind.

When she boiled the water in the kettle, she divided the distilled liquor into glasses by a moderate concentration.

The collector took it with a smile on his face because he was a basic drinker.

At first he sat opposite him, but eventually he sat next to him without either.

Anyway, it's not like we have a lot to talk about, but we're going to continue to talk about it indescribably.

Meryandale overlaps the cup quite a bit because it's not a lower door either, but eventually it sank. No matter how safe it is, you can't totally get both drunk.

As the collector laid Meryandale in the shrub in his tent, he sat in front of the firewood again and began drinking slowly, cracking the liquor to a degree of non-intoxicating thinness.

When a few hours stand, the other clans congregate in the square one after the other to start camping.

"Well, you know, it's almost a tourist destination. Look at the campsite."

Where some number of people gather, the collector enters the tent and pulls a shrug next to Meryandale to dive.

I'll put the long sword to sleep and make sure it pulls out at any time.

As I listened to the girl's healthy sleep, how long did she fall into shallow mellow?

Was the time of rest only about five or six hours? When the collector woke up, most of the fatigue had disappeared.

Collect the tent and continue the dungeon offense again.

I even step down a sloppy path.

Along the way, I discovered a flower with a white-like petal named Yukinositawe, for which the aiming Meryandale is a medicinal herb.

"Hmm, not so rare, but let's just collect it"

Yukinositawe belonged to a category that is detoxifying and quite treasured in the general household.

A few hours after he left the camp, he reached the end of the second tier without much turmoil.

"Hey, that's a slap."

"I didn't run into a monster, so hey. But they're going to show up pretty frequently."

"Just what I want."

Continuing, we entered a third tier offensive. Peace was that far.

"Ugh! What the hell!!

"Be careful, it's a blade ant Yikes!!

Blade ant.

It is a common monster living in the Dungeon Low Hierarchy.

Firstly, it was its size that attracted the attention of the collector.

The monster, nearly three metres in size, was overall white, with features that, if approached, would make the organ appear transparent.

The part of the maxilla grows two fangs exceeding a hundred centimetres to bear its name. It was a vicious thing to understand that any imagination would just be sorry if it bit a poor person.

"It's not just a group. It's better."

If you look around, the blade ant seems to be the only one in front of you.

In the first place, if dozens of these monsters hit me, no amazing adventurer would be able to make it home alive.

Are you there or are you not there? No, probably not tight, huh?

If you think too much, you can't fight.

The collector cut off the brain switch from the chisel and moved to combat mode.

"Fight at a distance. They're spraying formic acid with a poison needle in their buttocks."

"Sora both. All right, you stay back."

When the collector pulled out his long sword, he stood on the upper stage with one hand. Try to cover your entire body as much as possible with a jacket.

I was wary of enemy ranged attacks.

Blade Ant made a chirping noise because of the intimidation or biting his chin.

Moving forward with a slip of foot, the current great ant brought his head and swung his fangs.

Blade Ant's fangs made an unusual wind-cut sound and glowed like mirrors.

"Ho!

Screw cleverly in the backstep. A missing target fang pierced the ground.

A fierce earth smoke boiled over his sight.

The collector held his sword with both hands and waved horizontally as he tried to jump and tilt the state.

Gah, and I felt a response that would paralyze me with the dull sound.

He slapped six shin bars nicely. A strange roar that scrapes nerves deafens my ears.

"Ngu!?

A giant abdominal poison needle approached me straight without going between them.

Momentum and reddish venom are released before the needle pierces the collector.

I rolled over and avoided it.

The powerful formic acid on the coat makes a juicy noise and dissolves the surface.

I looked at the smell of poking my nose.

Continuously, a poison needle blow is fired.

The fountain's long sword is gone. The famous sword black lion draws silver lines as he rips the darkness apart.

The diagonally flowing blow fully severed the thin part of the poison needle.

The moment I jumped behind Blade Ant as I ran through, I noticed a loss.

"Oh, oh."

By disappearing from sight, Blade Ant's target was replaced by Meryandale, who lowered behind it.

Even from a distance away, I could see Meryandale's face turning pale.

"Run! Mary!!

"Oh, my God, my hips are falling out, I can't stand up"

(Animals, Animals, Animals! In time Yikes!!

The collector clings to Blade Ant's back when he leaps high in a movement almost beyond human power.

The reluctant great ant made a leap to shake his body up and down hard and drop the collector.

"Hey, wait...... if you rock so much, you'll get what you ate. Ahhh!!

The white blade drew a straight line and ran like a meteor.

The long sword pierced Blade Ant's head from the rear when it emitted a sharp light.

Fluid erupted violently and descended like fog.

The giant ants collapse.

Downstairs I saw Meryandale still dull and unable to move.

No matter how many of the collectors attack, there is no way to save the girl directly below.

I'm sorry if I'm intact if I put so much weight in the moro.

"Damn......"

I twist myself around and try to get my body in between the blade ants. It captured a moving shadow in the corner of his sight as the world regenerated into a comma feed.

"To?"

The Great Ant giant collapsed with the roar.

The collector struck his whole body hard and his consciousness was distant for a moment.

I heard the sound of Abara coming together a few times outside my whitened consciousness.

A mass of hot blood creeping up my throat.

Tears crept from the eyeballs, while the world was anointed with brown earth and sand fragments.

The collector succeeded in replacing his body and was caught between the head of the blade ant and the ground.

"Ngigi! Out of the way!!

Use all your might to get the carcass off the top of your belly.

More worrying than that is Meriandale.

"Mary!!

The sight in front of me jumped at the same time as the collector raised his face screaming.

Was the boy holding Meryandale about fifteen or six, looking almost flawless enough to be perfect?

I have good brown hair down.

There was no spot on the matte, fine white skin.

The neat, slightly darker eyebrows are tight and tight.

Bright white teeth peered from the slightly open mouth.

It wore an olive coat that clearly seemed fine.

He has a skinny rapier on his hips. He had a face worthy of calling himself a beautiful boy. Besides, it was a bit like Justin Bieber.

The collector was instantly captivated by inferiority.

I saw countless human beings flocking around. Is he one of the boys, whose lanterns made the cave as bright as midday?

- Well, that's it. I guess this boy helped Meryandale. In the meantime, I guess I should thank you. You'd better go, right?

But, mercilessly, the event was going on while the collector repeatedly asked himself.

"Are you okay?

"Oh, yes."

The boy was cool enough to hear into his voice.

Meryandale stares at the boy's face in dismay. From the side it was like a single art painting with all the beautiful men and women. Such a made sight claps in a hurry.

"Uh, you. Just thank you."

The treasurer's utterly dishonest words were cut off.

When Justin Momoko drew Meryandale's face, he snatched Meryandale's lips in a way that seemed natural.

"Hmm -!?"

Meryandale thrust the boy's chest like he was showered with electricity.

"Ha. You're a lighter, not at all."

The boy showed his white teeth without any evil. I laughed unharmed as my surroundings followed.

Meryandale looked more perplexed than angry and stunned to the spot.

When the boy finished laughing for a moment, he first glanced over at the collector and quickly distorted his brow.

"No, you there. You can say thank you. I already got it first."

"Ahh."

Countless lines broke all at once in the brain.

When the white flash splashed in the back of his head, the sight in front of him was grossly and oddly distorted.

The beat is beaten abruptly and violently. He stopped breathing with a chunk of blood that had crept up in the back of his throat.

Now, what did this guy do?

Reason is so far removed from the consciousness of the treasurer. My vision grew narrower like melted butter.

The pain disappears.

Terribly ferocious blood runs all over your body.

My legs come forward naturally.

Meryandale opened and closed her mouth wide when she noticed how the collector was doing.

Grabbing the boy's chest in front of him and waving his fist up.

Still, the boy didn't stop laughing slightly.

This guy! I'm gonna make that beautiful face look like a mudworker right now!!

"Stop, Klund!!

Meryandale clinging to his shaken right arm.

Why, why, why!! Why are you covering these things?

I looked directly into her eyes like a beggar, and my impeccable anger burned more and more.

I don't understand.

Anger is fired in multiple directions.

Meryandale, I fell into the illusion that I wanted to beat you all up.

Don't interrupt, don't interrupt, don't interrupt!

"Ha ha ha!! He's kidding me!!

"Fine, stop!!

"So why not!!

"The kid is my brother!!

"- To? Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, whoa!?

The collector crooked his face and exclaimed as he bent his lower lip.