Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collectors dived into the tent as they put a quick and simple meal in their bellies. Even though the wind is blocked in the cave, it doesn't change the cold. The cloth was laid to such an extent that it did not feel uneven under the floor, and it solidified together and wrapped around the blanket. Everyone is mocking like sheep because they are wearing hand-held cold clothes. This doesn't color or snag, but it depends on how good a quality sleep you can get to protect yourself from the chills you plug in and restore strength in just a few hours.

"Okay, you guys stick together as much as you can, stick together. It's cold when you leave. Pordina, get out as many blankets as you can."

"Understood."

"Wow, it's the same thing."

"Hey, it hurts. There he is! Who am I stepping on?

It's not Liza.

"Hey. There, dog! Why are you turning away? It's you!"

"I don't know. Please don't. Any luck? Don't."

"Konno!

"Ah. Enough, you guys. Go to sleep."

The inside of the tent is sealed, so the temperature is kept at five or six degrees. In the winter field, it was said to be a breakthrough and warm category.

The collector closed his eyes as he sandwiched his boobs number one Dorothea and his hottest Pordina by both sides. Magic lanterns that heat up with the light hanging from the ceiling continue to make intermittent noises that allow Schwarzhwa and carbonation to play.

(After walking away, pinch the small pause about three times, for about seven hours. You're not tired yet)

When I only put my nose tip out of the blanket, that's where the twitching cold air sneaks in. When he opened one eye and looked next to him, Pordina was resting quietly.

(This guy is a natural hot tub. Hot as it burns......!

The Werewolves (Wearwolves) were originally a species living in the colder north. Even though Etria is cold, that's compared to the warm state of Andrew.

Pordina is resistant to the cold. Skin gold was so different from humans that swimsuit shooting could be done there without having to originally wear cold clothes or anything else mixed with a nose song. The collectors are also more resistant to the cold in one way or another, but they are separate from the creation of the body from the sub-people who have spent their childhood in harsh climates. Though I got out of a heated and cooled world, that career hasn't been around for six months at best. There was no way the body could have adapted safely to this harsh environment.

"Your husband, can't you sleep because it's cold?

Worried voices whisper in their ears. A little ticklish.

"No, no, no."

"Why, Klund is weak. Look, don't hesitate to stick it more, stick it together."

Pordina and Dorothea are attentive, pressing her body against the ghoul. It doesn't make so much sense because you're wearing it, but I was happy with the feeling.

"When I do this, I remember. Me, when I was a little girl, on a cold, sleepless day, my mother gave me a giggle and sang me a lullaby until I fell asleep."

"I remember the woes, too. My father gave me a hug. Often, I've had my head stroked. Klander's had some experience, right?

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

"I don't know, well, it's about my own parents. That's funny."

"Your husband is here in the light."

Rarely did Pordina turn around in a teasing tone.

"I didn't have an owl or a dick..."

And then, after I crushed it, I thought it was gone. Pordina's face was so blue that even the pale light did tell. I found Dorothea's body stiff.

"Bad, I'm not blaming you. Both of you, don't be offended. Just..."

For the treasurer, sleeping alone has always been the norm. I don't remember his mother's face from Locke, and his grandfather Makoto Jin was like an anachronistic old samurai who popped out of the lecture, and when he was a toddler, he couldn't possibly sleep with a man's collector. Turn off the fluorescent lights in a cold, large tatami room and fall asleep. People say they forget the dead from their voices, but the keeper could not forget if he did not know his mother's voice.

I always thought I felt like I had a bigger part of my personality missing than others. Sometimes in the midst of battle, while climbing dangerous spots in the dungeon, I don't care what the hoot may be and want to throw it out. Of course, what you want to do and see remains like a mountain. If you look at a good woman, you want to hold her, and if you look at something savory, you naturally get bumps. I also like to drink and make noise like an idiot, but when I just want everything to seem pointless, the first thing that comes to mind with my eyes closed was when I fell asleep as a child, a cold futon like in a coffin. That is not a place to heal fatigue or rest in peace. It was a dark image itself that seemed like it would all end.

"Everyone dreams a lot. Even at school, my friends seem to enjoy talking about the dreams they had yesterday, but I wouldn't have been surprised. I hate dreams. Even while I'm opening my eyes, it's just painful. At least I want you to leave me alone when I'm asleep. Yeah, I'm starting to tease myself about what we're talking about. In short, I am. I'm glad that you and I can sleep together in one blanket. It's not because it's a woman. If I was no longer in a relationship with the Pordinas, even if I was just one of them, if we could have gotten along and slept together like this, that would have been enough... Hehe, I'm sorry I didn't even talk to Gala about the mess. I'll shut up now, good night."

The collector was embarrassed and closed his eyes. I wouldn't have passed it along well, but in short, I wanted to tell you that I appreciate it. There is no guarantee anywhere that the relationship will last forever just because we have married and skinned together.

History now proves it. As I was raving about my story like goosebumps, I could hear sobbing all over the tent. Strong emotions spill over into trustworthy friendships. The strength to stick from left to right intensified so painfully.

(You guys, why don't you light up?)

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Crand's too cute. If Liza had been there, she would have come with me, hugged me, and rubbed me! Too cute, too miserable, too miserable for half my life. Ah."

(... not so miserable)

There remained something in the heart of the treasurer that did not fall on his heart.

After a five-hour break, he withdrew his tent and joined the Marc Squad. For some reason, take the unusually sticky women.

"Hey, you guys are hard to walk. Seriously, get off me."

"I don't like it. I will never leave you alone."

Beta.

"Your husband. Your husband has a pole."

Sticky.

"Are you hungry? Aren't you a little rusty? If you want me to chew, I want you to go to Liza right away."

Sticky.

"You're really stupid, you are. Don't push me, you're counting on me!

Sticky.

"Ugh, poor Krander"

Sticky, sticky.

The collector moves forward in a jerk as he drags the women around his whole body. Soldiers from the detachment, who spent almost one hundred and twenty percent (* excluding Pollina) of the men's festival, including Marc, glanced with murderous eyes. Among them, Marc's complexion was unusually blue, bloody, and bright white as a copy paper.

(I can see it! Now I can see Marc's thoughts in my hands! How far are you going to dance in my hand, a man named you!!

Marc's thought pattern, read by the collector, was simple and lucid.

One man in a tent full of women - I'll do it - The stickiness of the aftermath

"Uh-oh."

Marc peels off his eyes so much that his eyeballs seem to pop out that he sticks his hands forward and packs the distance with his mid back.

It was a level that was likely to be circumstantial in statements made when a collector made a case after hiccups if he was a child. I pulled off the women and pulled over to Marc's side. With an inaudible amount of voice, I'm bumpy and twitchy. It is the opening of pupils as if they are suffering from personality problems.

"Shh, I'm sorry. Mr. Dorothea, I couldn't protect you from that beast."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're treating one of us like a jerk. Chimi, no."

"... if you haven't touched one finger on her, can you swear by Heaven and Earth God?

"No, I didn't."

"Uh-oh, that's a lie! That's a lie. Ahhh! Dorothea, come on. Ahem!

"Calm down."

Put your hands on Marc's shoulder. Waving around like a soap opera heroine I had a long time ago. He is a difficult man.

"What are you playing at?"

Dorothea turns her arms around her neck as she snaps. Marc stunned, shrimping zoli behind him with his head in his arms.

"So, leave the idiot alone, I don't know which route to choose."

"That's right."

The collector left Marc completely alone and stared into the darkness ahead with his deputy Pollina.

"I put out a scout on the right. The result was an immediate end."

"If so, it's the middle or the left."

"There are hands that divide the team into two parts."

"... No, I want to avoid a division of power. As a Republican Army, do you have any further information?

"The strongest LTTE assault squad has been wiped out. We got here without any effort because they got rid of most of the monsters beforehand. Ahead, it's really an unknown realm. Besides, the upper ranks of the military are not in the mood for this operation. I don't feel comfortable with the power deployed to us."

"That's a narrow road. I don't think it's possible for the three of us to go in line."

"Look."

Pollina pointed the lantern in her hand at the central dark ditch. feelings, seemed inclined upwards.

"Definitely up ahead from here. According to the legend of the surrounding inhabitants, the clam road leads to the lake? Furthermore, according to a suspicious oral tradition, the lake was supposedly sealing the legendary dragon. True or false is obviously eyebrow spit."

"Hmm. Have you come with a dragon? Oh, my God."

"Hey."

"What will you do? Mr. Simon, there's enough food to crush it in turn."

"Hey."

"I need some information. Whatever. Center or left? It's decisive, something."

"Hey! Hey!!"

The two look back. There, Marc, who looked like a boiled monkey, was grabbing Pollina's shoulder in desperate shape.

"What is it, Ensign? Squad Leader"

"That's right! I'm the second lieutenant and squad leader!? What is it, Pollina? Why is he acting like a party leader? Why are you ignoring me naturally? Do you know that in the military, it's definitely up there?

"I know. I'm just kidding."

"Yes, yes."

"Why are you half laughing? Whoa!!

"Well, we always laugh with all our strength."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Well, whatever the joke is. Ensign, which way do you think clams are? No tips, by the way, and if they come off, they could all die."

"... Cland, you have a really good personality. Damn."

"Come on, don't pin your personal feelings on the military. Your Dorothea is watching."

"Uh, hey. Really? Oh, oh, yeah. Yeah, give me a minute."

"You had five hours. In the meantime, I wonder if it's the role of the leader to create an abdominal proposal. Damn, you're a man of no decisiveness."

"Cool. Even I don't have a clear opinion."

"If I were you, I wouldn't pick the middle road."

"Heh? Why not? Something, you have a basis."

"No. It's just that when a man gets lost, the middle and the market are set"

"... asshole, you are"

I don't draw any conclusions inside. On the contrary, he is beginning to develop into a personality attack match with Marc. Pordina, who was away, approached Tokotoko as the collector was fiercely intimidated by trying to look down at the small marc.

"If you'll excuse me while I talk to you. Sir, may I have a word?"

Pordina showed a bare gesture peeking at Marc. When the collector pulled his jaw and urged him, he went in a quiet voice.

"The road to the left, probably leads to the lake,"

"Heh, why?

"Smells like water. It's a pretty thick sulfur mixture, too."

Pordina makes her sluggish little nose crack. It was sexy anyway.

"Speaking of which, the War-Wolves (Wearwolves) have a far better sense of smell than humans. Your servant, if her words are certain, maybe the road to the left is close to the right answer."

"Marc."

"Hey, what is it? Suddenly you look serious."

"I believe in Pordina. If you don't have any other judgment material, could you think of a way to the left?"

"I, supposedly, have a high lid. The sharpness and usefulness of the smell of the Wolves of War (Wearwolf) was also greatly prized in the tactical squad paper. I vote for her."

Deputy Polina raised her right hand and recommended it to her captain.

"I didn't have a reason to be particularly obsessed, either. Either way, you need to try it in order. Okay, Pordina. Let's take a bet on your plan."

As Marc put out his sassy right hand, Pordina quickly pulled herself aside and hid behind the collector's back.

"It's not my fault."

Pordina's blocked tail is pinned upwards. Marc, dressed in ignorance of the right hand he had offered, wore a rash.

"You can fly before you see it," he said. One pleasure to meet you here, Ensign Marc. "

When the collector grinned niggardly, he substituted Shakehand with thick hands.

The House voted, and the Collector and Marc Platoon were to take the left path. The standing position is replaced, leading with Pordeina and the collector. Then the women. Behind it, Marc Platoon continues.

"Well, why are you here? Don't you have to take care of your own people?"

"Mmm. Your rear is protected by our powerful soldiers. [M] For once, I'm the captain. It is always my responsibility to ascertain the path I have chosen. Ahead, I don't know what danger awaits me. And so, Mr. Dorothea. If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell this yourself. I'll do everything I can to protect you."

"Ya, ha."

Marc talks to the person in his mind behind him as he looks back. Dorothea only leaks bitter laughter like trouble.

Karen blocked Marc's gaze by trying to cover Dorothea.

Occasionally, Marc's brow was sadly distorted.

"But I dare you, virgin, with B"

"Doesn't look like a virgin! Ki, Xama! Don't say nasty things in front of Mr. Dorothea!! remains nasty and extreme in front of a lady who knows no dirt at all"

"Hey - Klund"

"Hmm, what the hell, Liza?"

"I mean, who is this guy?

Liza, the dark elf, pointed at Marc's face in a heartfelt wonder, knitted his little devilish cuteness. It had been about three hours since entering the road to the left, and its existence had not been recognised, despite the fact that the collectors had called for it quite often in the meantime. That's right, did Marc get into this, too, haha, and he made a dry voice.

"Uh, were you Liza? First, I think I introduced myself to the republican army."

"I mean, this guy's been looking at Dorothea's chest all this time."

"Wha!?

The cave has a fairly cold climate. He wears it quite well, so it's not so much eye blessing, but because his first impression was too strong, Marc naturally had eyes all over his chest when he spoke. Is Dorothea embarrassed? Covering her chest with both hands, she moved behind Loulou and Karen. Even Pordina, who was walking in front of him, had stopped to his feet and sent a cold gaze at the regular quintile increment. I thought I wouldn't die five times lightly.

"Bubba, don't be silly! You shouldn't!! That's not true, is it? Hey, you? That's right. Huh?"

"Hey, you. Character's falling apart."

"Yeah, yeah. Marc. Marc of Sobe. Liza, now I remember it right. I'll never forget it again."

"Forget it, that part is"

"But never mind! Because Liza is an adult lady. I know all men are sketchy. When Klund also eclipses Liza, he puts a little pointy spot on the tip of his boob -"

"Ohhhhh! Liza, let's not! Let's not talk about that! Marc, hey, whoa, let's go talk about guys first! The woman is not coming!

"Oh, what's all the sudden about you?"

When the collector held Marc in his armor, he pulled out Pordina far ahead.

"What's the matter, all of a sudden you run out"

As the collector lowers the marc, he puts his hands on his knees with his middle hips.

Even in this cold air, sweat flowed from his forehead, and potatoes and Shizuku crept onto the surface of the twisted rock.

He exhaled violently and interrupted.

"Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh, no... let's do it"

"It's disgusting, you!!

"Come on, let's do it"

"Don't even joke about that!!

"Sorry, I made a mistake"

Breathe and stretch for a while. The Pordinas rushed quickly from the rear.

When the collector waves his arm and signals, he perceives the intention or follows it at a distance that is not distant.

I wet a cold sweat with my arms.

"Well, I guess this is a trick."

"No, because I'm not deceiving you at all. In the first place, Klando. What does that have to do with you, Liza?... No, I get it. I get it. Don't peel your teeth off like such a mad monkey because you don't listen anymore, it's horrible."

"What I said I needed to talk to you about is true. That one, yeah, that one. I was wondering if this is an ancient site of the Wingman. I'm a wingman in the first place. Description Pleas"

"Hey, you're talking to me right now with an absolute instant in mind. I'm starting to understand you, too. Shall we talk about the roads? I'll tell you later. Tell Dorothea about my misunderstanding."

It's not a misunderstanding, it's yours.

"Ahhh! Yes, I promised."

"What desperation......! The horror of an army hungry for women."

"Whatever. No."

Marc talked about the wingman legend with care behind the flicker.

Wingman.

is literally about winged, people.

There was a time when it was considered a clan descended from heaven in the time of the Horn, and was rare as a noble species long before Etria split from the Romless kingdom to take the form of a nation. They, the Wingman, have built settlements throughout the Wilhelm Mountain system, living the world tree as the foundation of their faith. Ancient, by means of feathers grown on his shoulders, supposedly flew freely around the sky, but with time, his feathers lost their power and became only a decoration for how long. Being unable to fly, they lost momentum, their power as a group and became recognized only as a derivative species of a large number of subpeople. The wingers, who did not like sex, moderation and strife, had the "eye" of choosing only what was drugged out of all that grows in the world tree, as a characteristic of birth. The World Tree is an ancient tree called the one on the continent, at the top of Mount Wilhelm, where branches and leaves were known as a panacea for all diseases and injuries. Of course, the branches and leaves of the Divine Tree are treasure trees that create immense wealth. As part of its national policy, Etoria managed this world tree, and by regularly collecting branches and leaves and flowing them to the market, it was able to keep astronomical gold grains in storage. The wingmen, who lost their legendary power, were chosen as custodians to harvest branches of the world tree, guaranteed their status instead of being restricted in residence, so glorious that they sent several ministers out of the clan to the world.

"I mean, what is this ruin?"

"It seems that the suburbs living on the summit once built shelters throughout the Wilhelm Mountain system. It seems that history is too old for the wingmen to know the outline."

"No one's ever been in there?

"This country, unlike you, has been eating for a long time. Stay away from dangerous places and get close to half the fun. Apparently the entrance has been tried to be serviced for sightseeing, but it is interrupted. I don't know why."

"But if wingmen are the only ones who can pick branches of world-tree that can be used, they should be treated much more favourably"

"There's more to the story."

It was the revolution ten years ago that everything was reversed. The dynasty, which has devoured hundreds of years of inebriation, has extremed corruption and the anger of the people has finally exploded. Rising still poorly equipped, the Revolutionary Army, under the banner of a genius politician named Leadman, overthrew more than a hundred times its strength, finally dropping the capital and creating a republic.

Naturally, it is self-evident that the wingmen, who have lived in the trees of the world, will have the wings of profit, and will fall into the earth. The revolutionary government, which obtained the golden eggs that produce the drugs of the world tree, traditionally recognized the wingmen as the pickers of branches and leaves, but their formerly mighty rights were stripped and fell to the same extent as prisoners.

Whilst the frustrations of the Wings accumulate over new ways of managing the growth of the world tree, there is no compatibility in a revolutionary government offended by a highly lethal illness as a nation that is always short of money. The Wingmen finally flipped the anti-flag to the solemnity of the name of repeated management. Drawing in their own king's army and fortifying the mountains, they struck out into a battle of kung fu.

"Wingman says it's sad to break the rebels and revive the dynasty and restore the way it once was"

"That's a republican government extraction mistake. He must have been bitten because he's in a hurry to squeeze it out."

"Not at all. But as much as that, the army is always in trouble for money. If civil unrest continues, the power of the country will fall. He's not a historic government in the first place, so even the central committee above seems to be intense. If you're mottled, you could get stuck in the northern Lumia Slantha or the eastern Eurotier. Most of all, it's safe when it comes to safety now that the most dangerous romresses are yawning."

"Hmm, I understand more or less"

"In summary, the wingman is the administrator of the world tree. And the king's army shall tighten, and we shall whisper."

"What kind of mud is this?"

"For that matter, the Republic Army is a break-in robbery."

"Not often."

"Maybe."

While we were having a conversation, we were catching up on whether our walking speed had dropped or not. When the collectors eventually went out on the itchy path, they continued on a narrow, winding path.

"This is the best way to go one at a time."

The collector is one hundred and eighty-three tall, but if he jumps a little, his head is going to reach the ceiling. Reach out to the left and right walls with ease. The oddly twitchy side was as smooth as a mirror, so clear and grey-brown that his face seemed to reflect. Walking with Pordina stuck behind her back.

"What do you say, definitely over here"

"Definitely, beyond that. I have a bad feeling about it."

"What? Is that possible, too?

"It's a woman's fault."

"Sora, in quite a few things"

How long have you gone on a narrow path that also seems artificial? There were several branches, but they all bet on Pordina's nose and won the result.

The collectors broke through narrow, hole-like paths and reached vast spaces.

"Oh."

"Damn......"

"That's amazing"

"Ugh, what is this! It's amazing!

Liza is flying around and running around. An alien object that fills space without gaps. Countless stone statues were in turmoil.

The soldiers of the detachment are looking at them by bringing the pine lights in their hand closer. Exclamation leaked from everywhere. The stone statue was tiny in size, ranging from something short of a meter to something huge well over ten meters. The statues stood side by side on stone pedestals with precision rectangles like those cut out by machine tools. The pedestal is carved with something that looks like a letter. Naturally, the collector cannot read this otherworldly letter. Ask Marc, I know it's an ancient letter, but it seems impossible to discern unless you're a scholar.

"Huh. There was a pretty big earthquake the other day. Not a single one of them has fallen."

Polina went with her eyes blackened and white.

"All right, let's get together for now. Pollina, distribute food to each member. Get ready for camp."

"Hey, Ensign."

Ever since I left the tent, I've been acting for almost ten hours for sure. When I finally found out I could take a break, I also got a relieved look on the soldiers. A detachment quickly set fire to the center of the space. Marc gathered the lanterns, scratching the dried meat broiled in the fire, to jealously see and hear the biggest stone statue in front of him.

"You're imitating the Wingman."

"Because you have wings. Probably is. Yeah, definitely. You're right, Ping-Poon!

"Clando, please, don't go into every single one of my figs."

"Bad, bad"

The collector tapped Marc's shoulder and stroked the pedestal with his fingertips. The accumulated dust follows. If you look closely, the stone statue is also coated with grey dust on the surface.

(That's thin. How long has it been since people last got their hands on...? Something, that's odd)

Raising his neck, the wind is gushing in from part of the ceiling. There was a flame of fire, and the powder of fire was scattered in the darkness.

(Right. Can't the stone statue accumulate dodgy dust because the wind blows in from above on a regular basis? But this wind. It's not cold. And something raw......)

Every stone statue is made with different precision. I don't know why I worship deep in the cave like this. It doesn't fall to my heart. As I wrinkled between my eyebrows, the loose silhouette looked away from the group.

"Wow, to every single one of the wings, so fine"

Loulou stroked the blades of the stone statue's shoulders in a flashing tone. A collector approaches and lanterns. Its blades mimicking the wingman even wore wrinkles smaller than rice grains, as carved in machine tools.

"Hey, Loulou. Stay with me. It's dangerous."

"Mr. Klando. Excuse me, I'll be right back."

"Not a thousand, not two thousand, this..."

Marc takes off his helmet and sits on a nearby stone. As the collector walked over, he snatched the cup that Marc had in his hand and awoke at once. The man's face flashed in an instant.

"Oh, my God, it's not booze."

"It's obvious. We're in a military operation right now. Besides, if it's a drink, it's your cup."

"Are you resting here tonight?"

"Yeah? Yeah, I'm going to. It's dark and hard to tell in the cave, but it's night. Besides, this place is relatively large and flat. You can see the surroundings, and they're great for camp. A bit of a creepy statue extra."

Marc adds at the end with a laugh.

The treasurer rarely remains true face. Marc stayed a little.

"Duh, what's going on?"

"Either way, it's a pattern."

"Patterns? What?

"It's a promise. Well, let's be careful with each other. When you wake up, there's a lot of buckets around you, like there's no such thing as"