Dungeon+Harem+Master

The unique dark, damp odor characteristic of the dungeon drifts down the tip of my nose.

The collector held the lantern with his left hand when he took it out of Artemisia's compressed back.

A slight light illuminates the area.

It was officially recommended by the Adventurers' Union (Guild) Patagonian, but it lacked enough brightness for a collector accustomed to the light made in Meriandale.

"What's going on?"

"No, nothing. Be careful."

"Oh. Leave it to me. Wonder, I'll try the avant-garde."

"No, I'm going forward. Artemisia wants you to concentrate on reading diagrams."

"Right. Um, I'll turn to support. My wife would defile my husband's decency. Is this the Kung Fu Kung Fu guy? Hehe."

"Hmm? Husband?"

Whatever it was, the Eighth Hierarchy offense began.

The relatively spacious path continued near the entrance, but eventually turned into a slope for a loose climb.

Unlike walking on a tidy, flat road in the dungeon, challenging with heavy-duty equipment, it took more than an hour to prevail, even going a kilometre away.

Climbing up a slope filled with countless pumice with a handful of pumice reached a wide path where about four adults could walk side by side. Unexpectedly, I didn't miss Artemisia's face being frightened.

"Klando, be careful. It's not like that."

Artemisia pulled out the ear sheath of the Virgin's Spear (Holy Lance) when she lowered her helmet. When the collector lowered himself and turned the light forward, there were about nine alien organisms walking wide with urchins.

"Oh, my God, that. Lizard, but I'm gonna stand and walk away."

"I'm a lizard. It is poisonous to fangs and nails. Plus, if you get close, you're gonna throw up venom."

Lizards.

It is mainly a monster with a low hierarchy as its root castle.

The back length is about one hundred twenty centimeters and the whole body is covered with a hard urchin.

On the head is a reptile with a bright red tosaka like that found in chickens, predominantly walking upright.

The lizards stop moving uniformly when they discover the collectors, approaching them in slow motion.

"Oh, my God, you're doing it."

The collector stood horizontally when he pulled through the holy sword "Black Lion”.

Right next to him, Artemisia lined up with all the tips.

The lizards have kicked and thrust their way through the ground, as if they had indicated to move their bright red tongues with tyrosis. Artemisia was moving faster than the collector was moving.

"Ha!"

The tip of the silver tip rolled out like a disease, drawing a blurry trajectory.

When I wondered if there was pah blue and black blood, the three lizards blew up on the wall like they had been bounced. Lantern light illuminates the wound. The lizards were restless in a way that crept through their heads and overlapped.

Artemisia's invisible penetration slaughtered three bodies in an instant.

As the collector stood stunned, Artemisia plunged into the herd as she swirled her spear overhead.

Three meters. One spear made an unusual wind-cut noise and was swung down by the lizards.

Gah, and the sound of breaking bones sounds.

The lizard, who had his brain slashed into tangbamboo, was flipping his arms into small pieces, stripping his random pile teeth and blowing blood bubbles. You don't feel as if you don't feel something called fear, the remaining five bodies coming at you with their arms shaking up.

Artemisia tried to soften the long spear and swung it out.

The whole thing, which was approaching, was cut diagonally from his hips through his chest and blew away.

The individual right behind him hits a bounced flying compatriot and collapses.

The three remaining bodies threw up a yellow-green venom when they opened their mouths wide.

Artemisia quickly rotated the long spear like a windmill in front of her.

A shield of disease emerges with tremendous momentum.

The lizard's venom was blown apart without remaining under wind pressure and slammed sharply on the walls and ceilings.

The collector jumped as he sewed between them.

The long sword left a white glow and moved diagonally.

The blade slit the lizard's throat and raised the blood smoke.

The moment the collector stepped down to the ground, the lizards attacked him from behind.

Lizard claws and fangs are running with bleeding toxic glands, powerful things that can lead to death just because they can be hurt.

The collector rolled out his sword backwards without looking back. The Black Lion was buried deep in the lizard breastplate until he was halfway through his body.

When I quickly pulled out the sword and flipped it, behind me Artemisia was sheathing the long sword of her hips to finish off the two remaining bodies.

"You're gonna do it!

The collector whistled and praised Artemisia for her manners. Artemisia felt comfortable wiping the blade with a pocket and letting it clean when she raised her helmet's gaze.

"Speaking of which, that sheath. of White."

The collector points it out. When Artemisia wore a shiny platinum-built sheath at her fingertips, she turned her eyebrows into eight letters in a bad way. The sheath she was lowering to her waist was the delivery of one of the Romless Three Holy Swords "whites” that the collector had lost in the battle against the Evil Dragon King.

It is a single crack of sword that has surmounted many crises, conceded from Alfred the Lion Clan (Lios) knight. I had a personality that wasn't obsessed with things, but when I see them on my hips other than my own, I don't have much to think of. You mistakenly assumed that the silent collector was distracted, and Artemisia explained the situation in a mundane and quick way.

"Oh, this. This sheath was picked up in the valley. I'm sorry, I took the liberty of imitating this. I just thought you'd never see me again. I was only allowed to use the sheath."

Artemisia has looked up like a dog peeking into her husband's mood when she removed her sheath.

"Don't worry, that's not what I meant. Yeah, I'll do that for you. Use whatever you want."

"Will you? Give me this."

As Artemisia squeezed her eyes, she stroked the platinum-built sheath with a lucid hand.

Then he shook his head small with a hazy face.

She seems to be unconscious, but it was a slightly childish trick.

"But I can't have it. It would have been something that Klund cherished. The sword is the soul of a knight. I couldn't find the contents at last, but the owner of the dumpster said the sheath alone was worth a lot of money."

"You mean Gizzi from Donatello, who owns a store on Main Street?... What did Jizzy say, by the way?

"He said it was a national treasure. He said it was a shiloh thing that couldn't be very worthy."

"Yeah."

The collector once remembered that the former tightening Cecilio around the ground made the whites themselves a cat of debt. At that time, the value of the sword itself was in the order of millions of P (pounds).

"Was it the sheath that was truly worth it? Don't worry about it. Take it. I have this."

A collector slaps the holy sword “Black Lion” on his hips. Artemisia cheered with her sheath embraced in her chest as she could lower her expression.

"Thank you. Glad to hear it, Klando"

Originally the Goddess is also a beauty such as Kakaya. He had a beautiful smile that even made me feel fantastic that I held him once. My chest rang out strong, too, when I was stuck by surprise. No matter what you think, the order is the opposite. His emotions were also quite volatile in that sense.

(Hold on, I already lack a sense of reality when it comes to fucking such an extraordinary beauty from one end to the other. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

When the collector regained his peace, he walked ahead, trying not to look at Artemisia.

"Mmm. If you're that happy, you can come this way. Yeah, all right, all right. Still, the adventure has just come to an end. The enemy will come out of this mess. Let's keep our heads together. Oops!

"Oh, oh."

"You do it, too. Oh, my God!

"Right. I'm sorry I didn't know what to do. Like this? Oops!

The treasurer let down his cheeks in Artemisia's unscrupulous movements.

A row of possessors who defeated the lizards continued their exploration. Artemisia's dedication was to keep the regular route as close as possible and to find out where it had not been taken. Sure, some level of monsters sprang up even as we went through the dungeon as per the official map, but profits were thin for monsters about eight tiers.

The lizards themselves, who had defeated earlier, only had the character to live in the lower strata, and the skins and meat could not be reused either.

"Whoa. Don't you think you can eat this?

"Mr. Artemisia. It's probably a poison mushroom."

The collector flaunted her with a single-handedly flirtatious look at a pocket atlas called "Dungeons and Materials” published by the Adventurers' Union (Guild). The drawings contained the same pattern, which was accompanied by a docromark so that it could be understood immediately next to it by illiteracy.

It was not a good shade for humans to mouth, no matter what they saw, such as true pink spots on yellow ground.

"Right. I'm sorry, can't this work?"

Artemisia is returning to the place where she snatched the poison mushrooms as she groaned. However, it is probably not playable at the time of removal.

"How about this time! Isn't this some kind of good herb? The colors are good again."

It was also in the meantime that it was a shomboli. Artemisia found something different again, grinning in full swing, rushing over.

Standing in front of the collector, he confidently hands over the flowers he picks.

It was once again an obviously poisonous hue of flowers.

"Something. And he said that the petals overlap the three colors red, yellow, and white. This was named for the fact that when you say flame grass, you run around in pain like it caught fire and die of stuffing. Please make use of your books."

"Klund can't read."

"Well, it's demarcating. Besides, it just looks like a fireflower, no matter what you think."

"That's surprisingly difficult. No, taste it before you show it to Klund."

"Because you shouldn't."

The emptiness of Artemisia continued afterwards.

"Found it! Isn't this ore worth it?

"This time. This is just a new breed. I'm terrified of my talent."

"Maybe this ore too? Such a good true pink."

"It's time to hit it. Probably."

"Under no,... no?

Artemisia's willingness was frequent because she saw it, but every time she checked it in the drawings, it was just hazy. In other words, one or so is likely to find something that can be redeemed, but everything passes the target day after tomorrow. Artemisia's face gradually clouds. The collector sighed deeply.

(Oh, you broke up with Mary. That hurt. Think about it, her knowledge was essential in the dungeon offense)

"Don't worry about that. Neither you nor I have an appraisal eye. If you look hard enough, you'll find one or two chests that amateurs can see."

The collector began his quest again when he deceived her. As the large rock with bad scaffolding continues to walk extensively through a place where it's gobbly rolling, the mood fades in step by step.

(Nonetheless, all the women in this world are patient)

Artemisia walks silently and without changing one expression. Except for the part where her back length is slightly above average, she would fall into the luxury category. Even though they are trained above average, it would be painful for Stamina alone to march alongside exceptional collectors.

Roughly once every fifty minutes he made a small pause, deciding to camp in the part where he came to the middle of the eighth tier. As far as possible, set up tents in areas with open vision and rear walls.

It is a clan of two creatures, the Zodiac and Artemisia. The break was to be taken alternately for six hours at a time. I knew the importance of a break because neither of them ran out. I lit the fire and dived into the tent when I stuffed the soup in my belly with just dried meat, black bread and dried vegetables I had put back in.

A simple alarm device is installed around the perimeter approximately ten meters away. It was a crystal that sealed the magic made by Patagognan, and the creature broke the line and broke into it, making a terrible noise.

"When you go to bed, why don't you take off your armor?"

"But just in case."

The collector crushed as if he had seen Artemisia enter the shrub with his armor on. She was trying to lay down with a heavy silver breastplate or caged hands on, although her helmet was the one she was removing.

As it is, it fails to fulfil its original purpose of resting the body.

"That's okay. That's why I'm awake. You need to relax without your shoulders. Yes, it's like being in your room would be an illusion."

"Silly. Do you want to go that way? But I'm gonna trust you a little bit more, too. Resting in the key places is part of the battle."

"Yes, yes. I don't care if it's Hadaka."

Artemisia glanced at the collector like he was in trouble, putting her hand on his mouth and leaking a couscous laugh.

When the two rested alternately and recovered their health, they pulled off the camp and began to rough up the rest of the map. Nevertheless, the low tier around here had been shaved to the bones over the years by adventurers like hungry wolves, and there was not much dizzying material, ore or herbs.

"Nevertheless, I like the vibe of this adventure."

The collector keeps walking with a mixed nose as he wields the stick he picks up. Artemisia, who was initially cautious, also gradually became paralyzed, just grinning like a mother watching one of her toddlers play.

The change occurred around two-thirds of the itinerary being digested.

Beyond the lantern slightly and if, a collector who had preceded someone in the fall discovered.

It was still a young man who was falling. Age is around twenty. He weaves a white dubbed robe on the middle back of the middle meat. The man was unconscious while lying down, bleeding out of his head. There were severe fissures all over the garment, stained with brand new blood.

"What a bastard"

When the collector, who was on his knees and peeking, lost interest in an instant, he stood up and paid off the dust of his palms. Helping a man does not create a flag. It is the iron rule of his world.

Artemisia grabbed the hem of the collector's coat trying to walk away. Her eyes silenced the deep wooded beauty. The collector sighed as he raised his hands to surrender.

"Okay. Okay, so don't look at me like that. Like I'm the bad guy."

Artemisia let him drink the water from the water bottle from his hand when he woke him up trying to hold the man's back. The weak, the wounded. It is her virtue that cannot be left alone, but the possessor was a little uninteresting.

"This man dressed like Wang Yan."

"Wang Yan?

"Royal Labyrinth Exploration Institute. I've heard it's an institution that specializes in studying dungeons, on the western outskirts of the city. Although I have heard that I regularly hire adventurers to investigate and go around each floor. Yeah, you noticed."

The researcher, the man, slowly opened his eyes as he wandered small. Light brown hair with big tinted eyes. Weak faces were typical of scholars themselves, coupled with blue-white skin.

"This place..."

"You've noticed, it doesn't matter"

When Artemisia smiled softly, the man dyed his cheeks and blushed. A annoyed collector kicked a man in the shoulder. The man moaned small and fell over and screamed.

"If you've noticed, stand up."

"Here, Klando! too."

Artemisia speaks lightly. The man did not care that he was kicked, and when he suddenly stood up, his face paled and trembled.

"Oh my god!! Not if you're doing this! Professor, Professor!!

The man's name was John and I were fellows at the Royal Labyrinth Exploration Institute. To sum up his story, which was in a hurry, he was diving the dungeon for an academic investigation and was suddenly assaulted by a herd of lizards.

He hired about twenty adventurers as escorts, but there were too many lizards to help. When John, the only one who could escape, ran around trying to call for help, he fell down with more bleeding than he thought.

John begged Artemisia to help the professors because he would give them all the research money he had left. Because of her gear and style, she clearly decided to be a leader.

When Artemisia corrects John's mistake, she now follows him in a desperate shape toward the collector. Now I couldn't even kick down my just keeper. I'm gonna make a decision. No, I'm gonna run out to the scene with John as the lead.

The collector gave up, apparently, that he couldn't really get his hands off the troubles within the dungeon.

"I'm not going to make it!

"Oh, here you go again."

"No. Not long enough has passed since I fell. Whatever you do, help your beloved professor."

"Professor? Is that your teacher?"

"Yeah. The professor is an expert on this road for twenty years. Usually, in the lab, we leave the field work to us. Besides, the professor is weak. Oh, that one is the treasure of the Romless! In case something happens to the professor, Dungeon Research will be delayed for a hundred years!

John's speed began to creep from the collectors as he ran and spoke.

The collector runs out with John gently in his hips when he punches his tongue. It was an extraordinary force.

"Sumatsu -"

"Idiot. I can't even afford it. Bella, talk to me! And I'm not helping you for free. Don't open your mouth anymore, I'll bite your tongue."

(Even so, what a twenty year expert. Such an old rotor, letting him dive into a hole like this is wrong in itself)

John is nagging, bumpy with the professor.

After a few fine branches, reaching a slightly open point, the square was still tragic enough to cover its eyes.

"Whoa. That's just not too much, this is"

"Not if you're relaxing! Yuku! Klund!!

Artemisia swings her spear and storms the Great Army.

The collector tilted the neck bone and put his hand on the pattern of the sword when it sounded cocky.

"Oh no!!

"Hey, hey, hey! Jinouuuuuuuuuu"

"Nozo, nozo!!

The lizards were each swarming to scattered and fleeing adventurers.

They had their nails and fangs poked out to the men who were no longer willing to resist with the unique eye of a cold reptile.

The lizard's poison is hemorrhagic. Because there are ingredients that inhibit the coagulation of the blood, blood does not stop once it is damaged.

Each of them stands fangs and nails in a proportion of about three bodies in one person and in areas where there is no neck or armor covering.

"Oops, Oops eh!!

The man, bitten off with his neck muscle glistening fangs, peels off his white eyes and drips his red and black tongue loosely and desperately. John saw so many amazing sights that he sat on the spot.

It was spectacular that about forty lizards were rampaging.

About three researcher men in white clothes solidify in the corner between walls.

Before that, about five heavily equipped adventurers have come together to manage to prevent ten onslaught, but everyone has been significantly and severely damaged, and their lives were the lights in front of the wind.

Artemisia's movements, driven by proselytism, were quick.

She flashed her temper and threw the Virgin's Spear (Holy Lance) at a bunch of demons.

When the long spear flew straight as he cleaved the sky, he put together three lizards on the ray and skewered them. The spear kept the lizard man stitched up and stood with a roar as he hit a strangely raised rock-skin wall.

You recognized your buddy as a threat for being murdered, and all lizards raised their faces and focused their gaze in one place.

When Artemisia became ambitious and royal, she pulled the slurry and long sword out of the platinum sheath and set it on the upper stage. The colour of hope darkens in the eyes of the wounded men in a riddled position such as the Knight of the Painting Story. A red surcoat stained with a white cross appeared in people's eyes at first sight.

"Yuku, all the outside roads!!

Screaming but fast, Artemisia kicked the ground and thrust.

"Hey, wait, my turn."

A belated collector raises a wolfed voice.

At the same time, her sword, which jumped in front of the enemy, was swung horizontally through.

Light traces of a bright white blade rip through the darkness and flow.

Two slightly double-breached necks jumped like melted butter.

The lizards, as they spurted the blue and black body fluids vigorously, walked a few steps forward, waving their arms, how they fell to the ground.

"Whoa!

Five lizards strike towards Artemisia.

They cleverly surrounded themselves and joined forces to launch the attack.

She circled in a dancing motion as she stretched her arms and bounced off her impending nails.

After a moment of silence, the five lizards collapse on the spot with their chests, bellies, necks, hips and faces each severed and body fluids scattered.

"Su, wow"

John sitting down leaked words of admiration. Next to it, the sword-drawn collector had finally opened his mouth wide and solidified on the spot.

(I did think it was strong, but so far... You don't need my presence, do you? I'm probably an escort, right?

Artemisia's business was a sophisticated move that could only be made by learning legitimate swordsmanship.

It is a motion that cannot be imitated very well by the collector.

The lizards, who were instantly killed a quarter of their companions, had begun to squeeze and assemble one Artemisia. The alien creatures align their footsteps and arrive at the Virgin. The moment Artemisia, calmed down, reassembled her sword, a black shadow popped out of her back like a bullet.

"Klund!!

The collector swung his long sword as he put his coat on and poked directly in front of the crowd of lizards.

The blade painted a fox circle while the lizard's neck danced into the void.

Strike down your sword with all your might to the lizard's brain in front of you. From a deeply amputated skull, a grey-brown mass flowed and splashed around. I rolled out my sword without even looking behind me. When the blade broke the belly of the rear lizard, it scattered the built-in around it.

The two strike at the same time.

He shook the blade horizontally as he kicked the whole chest and rolled.

A lizard with a slap in the face falls backwards in an odd voice.

The collector swung his coat as he reversed his body. The black coat slapped the face of the lizards around him with tremendous momentum.

The treasurer lowered himself, put the blade to sleep, and saw the poke. When the long sword tore the grey urchin to destroy his heart, it was pulled out at the same rate as it protruded.

The collector puts his foot on the chest of the lizard still falling, waving down a long sword in both hands. When the blade pierced the lizard's chest, he could sew it up on the ground. Face up and look around.

Artemisia was also defeating five enemies while the Collector was defeating six lizards. The adventurers of the escort, who were disadvantaged, are also turning to fight back. When he slapped and slaughtered the lizards who were beside him the most, the lizards, fewer than ten bodies, were beginning to escape.

"I'm kidding. Whoa, there's this reptile!!

"He's my buddy's enemy. Ahhh!!

"Hey, wait a minute. Deep pursuit is dangerous."

The offense of the war situation was completely reversed. The adventurers, who have killed their mates like good, follow the escaping lizards to the back of the cave. When I wondered if the two men had melted into the darkness and become invisible, the screams of a continually frenetic monkey crushed the area.

"Whoops!

Something slightly threw out of the back of the darkness.

It rolled with a splash of liquid at the foot of the collector as he drew a beautiful parabola.

Fly away instantly and scratch.

I understood it at the same time as I looked directly at it. The collector covered his nose and mouth with a coat with a crease between his eyebrows, enduring the vomiting sensation that had crept up.

The identity of the solid was what the man was compressed with enormous force, pushed together and turned into a meat dumpling.

My arms and legs are forced to twist and bend and change like a single twist. The man's face peeking into the center of the ball had a mindless shape applied with his eyes open.

"Careful, Klando. Something's coming."

Artemisia shook her pointy nose beam piquely. When she sets up the retrieved spear, she does not leave the other side of the darkness twitching.

Eventually, the sound of the magnitude heard by everyone's ears approached.

Put down a beat and a giant individual approaches.

Rock moss attached to the parallax and cave ceiling peels off and descends around. A vibration echoing at the bottom of his belly shook the body that was piling up around him so that it would fold.

"Yatte Cretana, Ningendo Momega"

The voice echoed and struck the ears of the collectors.

The giant, who revealed himself all the way out of the darkness, reminded the dinosaurs of the museum.

Would there be ten meters in length, and dark gray urchins growing all over his body surprisingly? I guess over the years, the outer part of the urchin is stunned with green cockerel. The shining eyes were gleaming around as lousy.

Creatures that would be considered the superior species of lizards to infer from their characteristics, unlike other individuals, had tosakas shining bright gold. I guess intelligence is high from manipulating human language. He had a leather waist roll in his groin and a huge sleigh knife hanging at his waist.

"Is this the king lizard you ask the world? I'll be the first to see it, too."

Artemisia snapped nervously, whispering her white throat.

The collector turns again to the king lizard.

The king of reptiles was holding a man and a woman in each hand.

One is an adventurer who went after the lizards earlier.

Is the other a young woman?

He lays still on his face.

I couldn't be sure if my long hair was dripping and alive or dead.

"Hey, it's Professor."

"To?"

John, who was heckling, shouted.

It was at the same time that the voice caught me and the collector looked back.

The loud noise of the giant monster king lizard squeezing something behind him echoed.