Dungeon+Harem+Master

The so-called "Wingman Ancient Ruins”, where the path leading to the world tree is considered to be "there," existed more than ancient at the foot of the Wilhelm Mountains. Big horizontal hole, something like that would be better. The ruins of the Wingman, with cold, violent winds, had yet to be prominently investigated.

Adventurers' unions (guilds) also exist in the Republic of Etoria, but because of the prolonged civil war, activities are not aggressive and many dungeons have many untouched parts.

In the first place, those capable of becoming adventurers are mostly expropriated by the military or left for other countries. Even as a Republican Army, we know that if we fully investigate the ruins as this legend suggests and discover the intermediate roads, it will help the King's Army attack forming at the summit of the mountain, but there was no know-how or enthusiasm for the dungeon attack. Amongst the Wingman ruins, the Wingman trekked, the road was narrow in the first place, and there was no clearance below the upper level to risk sending a large army more than Locke knew the way. To try, more than three hundred soldiers have been put in sequentially, but none of them have been killed by lost roads or monsters in the ruins, and have achieved nothing. Above, the policy is consistent that we should attack the King's Army and other soldiers, and if the soldiers also fight the King's Army to die in honor, everyone tried to ignore its existence because fighting monsters and losing their lives in caves where no one saw it would gain anything.

(Ma, if you don't have that advantage, you won't bother letting others go)

Apparently, Alexei's escort said something about the collectors quite overestimated.

At the Union of Romless Adventurers (Guild), he said he was a fingerfolding professional. The collector drew Pordina and Liza into his jacket at the end of the fire "Amka" and watched the soldiers of the Republican Army assembled forward, holding him with strong hands.

"It's muddy."

"Oh, I knew women's skin would warm up the most."

The collector just rubbed Pordina and Liza's chest in an invisible position. Liza raised her yellow voice firmly, and Pordina nagged embarrassingly. In a remote place, Karen looks at me with white eyes. I coughed up and weighed myself down.

Is time, like, about midnight? It has even come in front of the entrance to the Aiming Wingman ruins, but it has not yet been possible to enter. Anyway, this is already within the realm of the king's army. Especially around the ruins, a stubborn tortica is built, and you can't even get close unless you do something about it.

Together with the leading Marc detachment, the collector watched as two hundred and fifty Republican Army 7th Squadron attacked the position where the King's Army seventy swept.

"If Major Acroid starts the attack, follow yourself. Come on."

Ensign Marc tries to take Dorothea's hand in a natural way.

The collector put a liza on him and let him interfere.

"Yuke, funnel!

"Dorn."

"Hey, what!?

Liza, who ran out of her coat in a form pushed by the collector, began to twirl around to smash the atmosphere that was about to be fostered when she entered between Marc and Dorothea. It's a bit of a swan lake-like move. Marc, who sensed intent, glances at me with a glimmer of glare. Oh, scared.

"Hey, Ensign. Let's just give up on each other and finish our mission."

"Well, I know you don't have to say that."

"Oh, you two don't have to hang out so much. How are we getting along, at all?"

"hahaha"

"Haha, haha!!

The collector staggered his gaze with Marc, exchanging dry laughter. The fire lid of the battle was cut and dropped while the two had a useless stakeout of intent.

In the blue and white moonlight, the soldiers of the Republican Army made their way forward.

As soon as possible, arrows descend like pieces and rain from the King's Army position above. A large bronze shield was arranged without gaps, and an air ripping rage flew across it.

The collectors follow the Marc Squad and scratch the dark bushes.

Now is the time when the king's army's attention is completely there.

Slightly rushed a sloping slope into the dark canal at once.

Before his breath rose, he proceeded to quite the inside of the Wingman ruins.

The soldiers in front lit one pine light after another.

At the same time, darkness was paid off and the surrounding contours floated all at once.

"Apparently, it's a successful break-in."

"Master, are you hurt?"

Pordina touches her back with a pet to worry about. The tail was loose to the left and right. The treasurer stroked her head vigorously as she frowned. She rang, cum, cum.

"Oh, heck. Everybody all right!

Looking around, the women seemed to have no particular problem.

I'm fine at all.

"Wow, that's okay."

Everyone seems to be fine.

"Well, it's not just sweet here, you dog. It sounds like it's all on purpose. Are you worried about your husband? It's not cute - haha!?

"Here, Pol. Don't iron claw, the iron claw."

"Yes."

"What the heck. Whoa!

"Yes, sir."

Karen is roaring with hungers all the time. Loulou just disappeared.

"Princess, please, calm down a little."

"You guys look good."

Marc has a slightly pulled face, fixing the misaligned helmet position.

"Nevertheless, entry is a success. Doesn't even mean you're dabbling here. Let's move on, soldiers."

"I'll divide it up sometime."

"Everybody, let's go!

And Marc commanded the detachment to move forward, so that it might be in the treasurer.

Looking at the formation in advance here, the avant-garde was followed by five Harlem troops, served by fourteen detachments, including Ensign Marc and Deputy Polina, and led by a guard keeper.

"Now, will there be ghosts or snakes"

Even when it came to the ruins, it was pretty easy to walk because people had some hands on it near the entrance. Try the pine lights and you'll see that it's a pretty trampled path.

"It's pretty easy to walk, isn't it?

"Sure, no."

"This ruin, a long time ago, the country began to develop as a tourist destination. At the end of the day, they were frustrated that they couldn't reconcile it with the elimination fees for the monsters that kept springing up."

"Why are you here?"

Marc, who should have been walking at the head of the unit, at some point turned to the rear of the detachment and lined up tightly with the collectors. Like, of course, I keep next to Dorothea. In short, you wanted to show me where you have knowledge. The collector exfoliated melamera and jealousy.

(I'm sure...! This man, I saw he cared about Dorothea. Even so, it won't be any of it. haha. Dorothea's mine. Meat slaves have already been taught. Nevertheless, as soon as you get distracted, you may have an NTR flag. Mm-hmm. This guy's pretty much the second one. Hmm? What am I, a white comp? Ma, look. I was wondering if you could bury me well. Come, my faithful servant!

When the collector called Liza with his gaze, he let it interrupt between Marc and Dorothea. Immediately, he looked his fingers at the scissors and made a gesture choking through the space. Liza put her tongue on her upper lip like a mascot doll from a famous western confectionery store and returned the wink.

(Okay, okay, okay. Nice cut!

"What's so sudden?"

"Dorothea, let's talk to Liza! Liza, I want to get to know Dorothea better!

"Oh well. Speaking of which, I didn't have time to talk to anyone else intimately, so this might be a good time."

"Right. Women don't have time for this."

Pordina, who has read the air, comes aboard the two chatters.

"What, what! What are you talking about? Ha-ha, no way, you're jealous of my beauty again and blowing in what's never in that black kid, dog!

"Beauty..."

"Just kidding. Don't you think that's a good idea?"

"Dorothea, let me talk to you and your husband."

"Don't ignore me. Yikes!

"Hahaha! You're an asshole, Karen's one. You're an asshole!

"Hey!

"Will you stop fighting about this? Not at all, my lords, children."

According to the three women, it is fornicating. All the more so if there are four of them.

When Marc happened to be placed outside the mosquito net, he looked like he was going to cry.

(Coming up, Beauty League's total! Don't think a man pinches his mouth on a woman's waste story. The downside is that I can hub this one too......! It's already woven around there.)

"Mr. Klando, he's so cute"

Loulou, who has read his mind from the Lord's understandable actions, groans behind him.

Of course, the collector doesn't know that, so he walks in a ravenous leap on the silly side. It was even a dumb sight.

Marc regretted his neighbor's deputy when he put his mouth in a letter to.

"Ah? What is it, Captain?

"Don't disrupt discipline!!

"Nah, it's impotent. I thought you were following me because you were going in the back row."

"Read it! Get some air!!

"Wow, I don't know, no."

"Shit, Second Lieutenant! Enemy Monster Found!!

"What the hell?"

As soon as possible, everyone stopped walking and saw the shade of the exuberant rock near thirty meters ahead.

In the slightest light of the pine lights, you can only see that something is moving far away. When one of the soldiers threw a spark at the oil pot on his hips, his vision cleared.

It was a mushroom-shaped monster with a back length of about fifty centimeters.

There are bright purple spots all over the body, including the umbrella on the head. Even if there was nothing eye-catching, could you tell this one existed, and the mushroom's carbide was herding, gradually approaching.

Poison Matango.

It is an intensely poisonous monster that lives in a cave.

"Enemy Shadow XVI. It's slowly getting closer."

"All right, everybody, connect the arrows. That's Poison Matango. When you approach it poorly, you are a Buddha with a poisonous spore. Don't let Noroy near you anyway."

When Marc ordered his men, he made them take out the bowgun and target it.

The distance is approximately twenty meters. It's a long way from being removed.

"Let go!!

With the fury of Marc, the arrows that led him were unleashed. Sooner or later, the wind cuts and thirteen arrows run as they slide through a cold cave, poking at Poisonmatango.

"Did you do it?

"No, it still doesn't seem to work very well"

Marc answers the collector's question. The Poisonmatangos, who ate the bowgun arrows, flipped backwards how, but began to advance again when they stood up in a slow motion. Marc calmly, followed by about three bowgun arrows, but it was about four bodies that stopped moving.

"This is no more a waste of arrows. Everybody, pull out the knife. Fight at a distance. Don't ever get grabbed."

"Whoa, whoa."

Soldiers raise their anger and pull out their long swords.

"Your husband, do we join the ranks?

Dog ears are turned upside down as Pordina shines her black eyes. Marc responded before the collector responded.

"No, you're just observers. I would have gone first. Fighting is conducted by soldiers of the Republic Army. Well, look at that."

That's what Marc said, he quickly ran out and quickly outran the leading crew.

Hiccup, I wondered if the blade flashed, how the three poison matangos that were walking side by side collapsed. I hear a soft noise and purple smoke. The strange smoke, lit by the flames of the pine lights, is somewhat fantastic.

"Don't breathe spores! They'll do it in one shot!! Aim for your hands and feet, these guys, once you turn, you can't get up first!!

The soldiers began intensively attacking Poison Matango's dressed limbs, following Marc's instructions. Exactly the chosen warriors. Accurate slaughter deprives monsters of their ability to act one after the other. It's a pair of two, sure to knock them out one at a time.

As yet, you were fortunate that you hadn't reached the depths of the cave, and it was also twisted that many could fight side by side.

Not so much, the Marc Squad secured a way forward when they finished eliminating the sixteen monsters.

"Surprisingly."

It was when the collector leaked his exclamation.

"Giaah!!

When everyone moved their gaze to the scream, the soldier closest to the rock shade was assembled into a united poison matango.

"Damn!!

It was at the same time that the collector rushed out and the modulation signs all over the man's body. As the man thrust his poison matango, he took off his helmet and scratched his head like crazy.

"Yikes, Yikes!!

The man's hair swept as he looked, forming a red and black cyst and enlarged into a convex. They grew innumerably to fold, and the man's head literally mutated into mushroom cassava. The man can't stand the intense itching and scratches the cyst burly with his nails. The soft dermis tears and the brown blood drips off. As Marc jumped away with a blue-white face, he pointed the pine light in his hand at Poison Matango. The mushroom monster hates fire and scrapes with a voice that rubs the glass together.

Marc looks out for one of his men. The man who guessed intent quickly took the oil jar out of his lumbar bag and threw it toward Poisonmatango. The sound of the cracking of the ceramic sounded while the pine light was emitted. The monster's interrupter echoes violently through the cave. Poisonmatango held his breath as he danced in an odd motion, wrapped in an orange flame.

There is also no affordable place to bury war victims. The collector made sure Marc pulled the dog tag off the man's neck expressionlessly and finished chopping it before speaking up.

"You're just gonna leave it like this?

"The body will be recovered later by another squad"

"Hey, why don't we help out too?"

"No. We don't need civilian hands"

"Something's tougher than I thought, you."

"Leave him alone. I don't want you to."

"'Cause..."

Marc was more of a bee soldier than he looked. The ultimate purpose of the collector is to reach the world tree, but I don't feel comfortable keeping customers meaningless any longer. But it was unlikely to be a promise, even if it was made directly from the front to a man who was opposed to the vagabond.

Therefore, he squeezed his jaw toward Dorothea, who looked worried behind his back. A woman feels more sensitive to her opponent's likes and evils than a man. Dorothea herself is aware of Marc's obvious favor. She made a sweet voice like she had made when she unwrapped her arms, which she was putting together in front of her chest, like, oh man.

"Second Lieutenant Noh. I don't think there's one thing going on here, but it's a joint operation."

"How dare you, Dorothea!? Hey, are you working together?!?

(What's a joint effort? You're not mistranslating yourself, Octopus.)

"It's a beautiful ambition to serve as a soldier, but strawberries are never just puppets to be protected. I am proud to say that I have experience and knowledge."

"But, hey"

"Don't be mean to me like that. 'Cause I promise I won't get it together on my feet."

"Yes, but"

"A straw favor. Will you listen to me?

"Olah! Meh meh meh meh! From now on, military or civilian, the one with the details, this ole will strain down, bust, stab!! Dorothea, your request. Bye!! Got it?"

(Ugh. This guy is the type of guy you should never be a superior officer...)

The collector pulled a dong.

Anyway, the unity of will of the group was sought, and henceforth the collectors were to join the battle in the dungeon. After the raid point at Poisonmatango, the gradient suddenly became tight.

"It's warmer inside than I thought."

"Because the wind is blocked, unlike outside. Still, it's pretty cold compared to the Romles."

"Karen, Loulou. Isn't that a fast pace? Is the cold okay?

"Klund is an out-of-the-box worry. The meadow winter is much tougher than the Romles. I'm perfectly fine with it."

"Liza is usually not hard. Rather, hot? Kanji?"

"Don't take it off. If you take it off, you'll die. Don't mock Winter Mountain."

"Yes."

As Liza exhales in her white breath, she follows in a foothold that doesn't stare at her cheeks. Moving forward, the Republican Army soldiers looked pretty tight, all only equipped with heavy armor in full military uniform. A sighting, but armor alone weighs more than twenty kilograms. Slash resistance would be high, but the effect was weak against the monster's poison attack. Poisonous spores penetrate through the gap of the helmet. Also, no one knows what type of monster will appear in the future. It was an unknown realm known only to God.

When I finished climbing the hill, I switched to a reddish path. On the shiny fine sand, it's pretty hard to walk. The tail of the Marc detachment that was away is stopped. Apparently, it was a tricky way to climb a wall close to the vertical. Height, about five meters at most, but it would be cruel to ask for even quickness while wearing steel armor. Loulou, standing next to the collector, is following the men with his eyes as they can climb. I called out without any concern.

"What have you done? Even a man's ass looks at it. Oh, shit. You're gonna be free."

"No. I was just wondering what a dull creature this thing called Ningen is."

Loulou continues to see the soldiers with a disdainful look. Human disbelief, and human hatred in her, showed no signs of improvement at all. Earlier, when soldiers were killed by Poison Matango, the look on the faces of all the women hardly changed, not just Loulou. Death is everyday for them as well as for the collectors themselves. Mind It wasn't here, she noticed the uncomfortable look Pordina had deliberately made, realized what she had said late and looked dying as soon as possible.

"Also, I'm sorry. Beh, I always despised Mr. Krander. Ha, ha. How awe-inspiring!? No, it's not."

"No, you don't have to apologize. You didn't come to me. I know about that. But, you know, I don't really want those words to go anywhere but in front of me. No, don't look at me. I don't know, even if it's just something extra to say and Loulou's in the fucking eye, isn't that cute? If you act with me in the future, you will become involved with a lot of people, apart from your preferences. I'm not in a position to complain about your language, either, but a beautiful woman looks more beautiful. You're beautiful, so you shouldn't bother using words that disparage you. I'm just taking it personally."

"Mr. Klund..."

Loulou tries to worship with his hands together, with his slightly maiden tick eyes.

As the collectors were somewhat dusty, Karen, who was swinging and playing with the tree branches she had picked up, ran over and looked up and voiced frustration.

"Hey, Clando. Still got ahead of you? Ah, hon. Ningen is a curious creature. It's gonna stop, too. Ooh. Look, don't climb in chatter! You must have grabbed it later - there is!! Liza, throw him a stone."

"Really? Karen, can Liza throw a stone at you?

"Princess, well..."

"Is he really royal?

The collector ordered Pordina to stop the two in order to prevent them from falling for now. Loulou was groaning low and holding her eyes gently with a handkerchief. As we climb the rock walls, the road widths narrow and narrow. Ten people can get through side by side, five. When the five or so of them are finally at their width, they also experience intense mental stress.

"Come with me, come with me, with Klund. With Dorothea."

He's tough.

Liza even enjoys a narrow path as she pulls her arm into a nose mix. If this path is right, it should undoubtedly be heading towards the summit of the mountain, but it feels like it is going down to the bottom of the earth. It moves at a fairly slow pace, so I barely feel the cold.

"When you stop, you'll come dodgy. Take care not to sweat, Mr. Klander."

"Wow. Loulou, look at Karen more than I do."

"Yes."

As we passed the narrow road, we went out into a wide space again. Pordina looked disgusted as she moved her nose sung. Do you hate the smell of calluses? Liza also looks around as if she was frightened and frowned.

As the collector moves his stiff neck grizzly, the Marc Squad is stiffening up and discussing something. When I gazed into the lights of the pine lights, the way to go was divided into three strands.

"What's going on? Did I get lost?

"This is the last point we know. I hear the last time our army LTTE was dispatched, it became a big battle with Kingworm troops here and was wiped out."

With a pine light on, on the gray wall on one side of the perimeter, there were traces of dos black blood floating neatly. There are countless carvings of what an indescribable face the ancients have carved. It was not likely to be physiologically acceptable.

"Well, which of these three is the right answer."

"It's possible that everything stopped going. Whatever, while mapping. Some hands go from end to end to look and crush. For once, I bring thirty days of water and food. I'd like to avoid a total win, if I can."

After discussing it with Marc, the collector decided to take a longer break on this occasion. Kingworm has a strong sense of basic vigilance and does not first reappear where he once certified himself as a dangerous area. Thanks to the effort of throwing the souls of the advance party, the current space is likely to be safe.

"Well, for now, in five hours, that means we'll discuss it again"

"I'll even reconsider in the detachment. By the way..."

Marc lurked his voice as he flickered his gaze at Dorothea, who crouched by the tent and cooked.

"That. This has nothing to do with the mission."

"What the fuck?"

(Don't let a man get mozy. That's disgusting......)

"Well, uh, can I talk to Mr. Dorothea for a second? Please, can you do something to ask me? I guess you're the leader of the clan, huh?

"No."

"Well, I hope you don't have to be mean like that - but! No matter how many leaders, you shouldn't have the right to tie up your people's private time!

"Yes, you can't."

The collector created a descriptive and difficult look that evoked anger from the beginning in mankind.

"Kuh, that's a annoying face. More or less, what are you! Why, get in my way! Ha, you're not going after my Dorothea!

"Wow, you suddenly don't sound deceitful, you fucking mess"

With Marc shouting, Dorothea and Pordina, who were spinning the pan, stood up. I could also see Karen kicking the stone in frustration in the distance. She is, apparently, remarkably incompatible with Republican soldiers.

"Ah, Mr. Dorothea is looking at me. Hey, hey."

(This guy, is he a real asshole? Shit, Dorothea has a destiny to be stalked by these assholes. Shall I? Shall I say Dorothea is mine? Mm-hmm. In the meantime, it's funny, so let's just shut up a little longer. Let's see how it responds by falling apart at the critical place. I'm sure that's more fun)

"Anyway! You have no right to talk to Dorothea! Don't mess with assignments and personal matters. Shall I tell you something good?"

"Hey, what is it? No way, Mr. Dorothea's bust size? Then I'll give you up to 10,000 pounds?

"... wet. For a moment, you said you could move my mind. But that's not the point. It's about the type of guy she likes."

"What? What? Are you talking about an officer, a small face, a skinny macho, a handsome officer about twenty-five or six years old?

"You're paranoid on my level. Extreme paranoia leans toward the country sometimes. Remember that. Not really, Dorothea's favorite type, he says, is a seriously working man. Oh, how much, Marc, would Dorothea be disillusioned in no time if he found out that even the atmosphere was handsome and that he was an insincere and true penis to his job"

"Whoa, don't subtly treat me like a penis. But, yeah, do you prefer a guy who takes his job seriously? In the meantime, now weigh yourself down and when you get off the mountain..."

Marc goes back to his squad tent with a bump. The collector scratched his jaw jaw with his thumb as he nibbled.

(Bubble or bubble. The correct answer is, hell of a lot, a scumbag with no life skills is his type. My previous fiancée was scumbag, too, and it seems that the Dorothea one tends to be more attracted to care-baked cunts than to kitty guys.... alle? I said it myself, and I'm getting really sad. Mm-hmm. Something. So, am I a sympathetic marriage guy? That, what, the water stained out of your eyes? I wonder if it's you or the water from your nose. Is that it? Is that the one who's allergic to cold and warm differences?

It was a dumb diagram of suffering under the poison I had planted. The collector fluttered, and as he returned to his tent, he nodded his face to Pordina's chest and trembled violently.