Dungeon+Harem+Master

By the time I had cut down the fishermen and crossed the lake, which I thought would last, it was time for everyone to chill out in the fold of battle.

The members led by the collector were cut through without much injury, but Marc's Republican Army detachment had been reduced to five, including his deputy Pollina. Though it is the soldier's role to fight and die, losing more than half of his colleagues and the men's complexion is just as bad.

"It's fate to live and die," he said.

The collector saw the shadow of chillari and sorrow to the Marcs, but there he quickly broke it off. Adventure can be dangerous, and you can't walk a step in this world because you've been thinking about it. The water in the lake where the high temperature sources poured in was as lukewarm as it was, but just as if it were so majestically wet, it would be cold. Now, they had created a bonfire off the shore, each drenching their wet clothes and skin with thoughts.

"Ugh, it's a little rusty."

When Liza took off the top and bottom she rubbed off and looked like a white bikini as usual, she was hailed by the men in the detachment. Slurry long legs with a thin cloth with good meaty breasts are only slightly hidden. From the soldier, who is always a woman in the sun, he is only a graduate if he sees the skin of a young woman. Besides, a country called Etoria has low temperatures throughout the year and the seaside is not in the habit of swimming because of the rough waves.

In other words, it was limited to the young woman's skin. Furthermore, even the hookers of these times rarely exposed themselves to nakedness under the bright light, and even the Lady An had strong shame in her goodwill. Among the dark elves of the Romless, the figure of Liza, with her rather heterogeneous customs, was both bizarre and naturally depicted in lewdness. Polina, a female soldier, was stunned and rigid on the spot, and even Marc, who was used to working whores and such, had her eyes round.

The collectors knew that Liza lived almost half-naked, so now there was a part of it, but I guess it's still unusual to see something nationwide called a tribe living with little clothes on. Rarely ashamed of the gaze of the giraffed hot men, Liza dyed her cheeks to the vermilion as she modged and hid in the back of the collector.

"It's so embarrassing."

"If you were dressed like that, you wouldn't have known it was natural to be seen with your eyes? You're such an idiot."

Cover and hide Liza's upper body with the white coat that Karen had herself put together. The collector cheated and rinsed his nose as he lay his hands on the bonfire. In front of me, Pordina lights a candle and prepares tea. Marc was firmly in formation next to Dorothea, who was inspecting the blade spill of the sword while standing across the street. It's mostly ignored, but Marc keeps forcing me to talk about things that don't matter.

"Virgin B"

"Hmm? Anything, Klando?

"Nothing. But, Dorothea. As I was saying, seriously, think about the time and the case."

"What are you talking about?

"Ah, yes, I am. Mr. Dorothea, I've been watching you, and you've been a jerk. This is the last time you get on the previous stone boat! Hey, if I'm wrong, it was falling into the lake! Oh, could it be that Mr. Dorothea was very good at swimming or something? Isn't that right?

No, I can't swim at all.

"Hmm!?

"Eh! Then why are you so dangerous?"

"Well, I trusted you to accept the Krander crookedness."

"You know, even so, you can think of failing."

"But then"

Dorothea puts her hand on her mouth and laughs inclusively as she narrows her eyes like a naughty cat.

"Klander's gonna help us."

"Ahh."

As Marc rounded his eyes like he fell in love, he dropped his shoulders and slowly moved away from the burning fire.

(Something, poor thing. I'll give you some candy later)

"Your husband. Tea is in. Drink it before it cools down."

"Oh, I get it."

"It's Pordina. Lots of sugar for the frizz."

"Do it yourself"

The tail swoops to the left and right to push it away.

"Ugh, it's an ass."

When Pordina finally turns to the side, she quickly prepares only the portion of the collector with a strange face. The collector took a breath of hot tea when he held the offered teacup. Tea slips down my throat like I can cook. Sugar is deliberately allowed to dominate. Sweetness is effective in getting tired. Somewhere, I feel like it's a pill, but every time I drink it, my body builds up. It has a unique flavour that I haven't really spoken of in Japan. As he continues to grab the baked sweets he was given, Liza, who was stuck on his back, opens her mouth like a toddler, twitching her almond-like eyes and urging her. When he breaks it into smaller pieces, he stretches out his pink tongue, tangles up baked sweets, and chews them out hard.

"Oh, I'm eating. I'm eating."

It's like catching an animal.

As the collector was crushing his time while playing at Liza, Loulou showed himself before the bonfire as he was accompanied per Cullen. Even after shaking off the fishermen, they got completely drunk because it took them nearly three hours to get to the opposite shore.

"So, no more."

"Fine. Hey, Pordina. Put up a tent and let Loulou rest. It's early today, but let's do the shopping here."

The collector called Marc and suggested putting up a camp here. Fighting Doc Warrior, Fishman O'Annes and continuing to stand, fatigue accumulates considerably even if it is the deep hand that does not bear it. The squad went to bed early by setting up a tent in a flat spot off the shore.

The great cavity continued as if it seemed infinite, so much so that we became anxious about where we were going. Loulou, who is not feeling well, is using witchcraft to wear out, put the four of Karen, Dorothea and Liza to rest first, and the collector went to sleep with Pordina. The oddly luminous blue moss still covers its surroundings, and this makes it easy to understand even when monsters approach it from afar. Before the bonfire, spreading the fur rug and sitting together creates a somewhat sweet atmosphere.

"Even so, it's pretty warm. It's like spring."

Yes, your husband.

Is Pordina quite happy to have been alone, bringing her fluffy tail to her shoulders as she moves left-to-right? When I look at the soldiers next door, they are staring at the flames with faces like bitters chewed up. It was the first time a couple of the collectors had ever felt unbearable.

"Your husband..."

Pordina was in totally sweet mode, whilst sniffing.

I gently held my hand as I stroked my chestnut hair. Whether the unrealistic landscape around her has stifled her maiden heart or the atmosphere she is likely to embrace as soon as there is no human eye.

(Ah, yabe. Hey, my cock is getting stiff. Seriously, not anymore. Mm-hmm. Exactly, you can't just flaunt the lookout and say Aokan)

The collector set his gaze far away, trying to distract himself as he was driven by the impulse of blue sex.

"Hmm, what are you talking about?

"What's up?"

Secondly, I noticed that there was something like red and black muscle in the area quite far from the point of contact.

The collector unwinds Pordina's tangled fingers, rising and walking slowly toward the red muscle. Pordina hastily followed it.

"What is it, here?"

A question mark floats in the back of my brain.

That seemed like a drag on something. The blue cock spread across the ground burned about four meters wide and the scalp was clearly visible. On the lookout, the traces of drag constituted a single line. The line had been interrupted at a point of about thirty metres after it appeared from the shore and proceeded for some time.

"Look after the crawl of the Namekuji. Pretty clear."

"It stinks of burning. The ground is rotten."

Crouch down and rub the ground with your fingertips.

In the last part of the stop, the burning color was intensely intense whether the lord of calories had stayed for a long time.

The pinched blue cock is completely carbide and is like sand. The collector stood up frowning and kicked the scorching ground with his shoe toe.

"Something came up from the lake and went back to where it was. Sounds like it."

"Yes."

Pordina nods with a clear face as usual, but her tail is shaking slowly to the left and right. Apparently, she was pretty interested, too.

"No way, I wouldn't be surprised if any monsters came out. Don't worry about it. Pretty big, considering the decadence of the trail. It would be horrible if someone attacked me sleeping like this."

"Don't worry. If you give me the order, I'll keep an eye on Pol for a few nights."

That's how Pordina sticks out her rich breasts, and she stares straight into her eyes.

Stupid. Then you'll be asleep.

"No dust, no drowsiness"

"Damn, you're the one."

The collector wrapped Pordina's cheeks with both hands and gently rubbed them up and down. Wasteless meatless cheeks have a smooth hand like fresh snow. Her black eyes tickled loose. Usually, I only go back to a girl who is old enough when her cropped beauty is like this. When the collector kissed her softly cherry pale lips, she was ashamed of her quizzy demeanor and coughed. Open one eye with chills. Zhu was twitching on Pordina's cheek.

"Mmm, do you two want to check the area out a little bit more? The tent looks good here, too. Whatever happens, we can turn right back."

"Yes."

"Pordina is smart to listen to me very carefully. You stay put forever."

"Whatever you say."

The collector followed the mysterious line to the shore of the lake. Step down a sloping sandy beach and into the shallow waters of the lake, which are perhaps transparent. Traces were immediately found.

"Your husband, take this."

I don't have to be told by Pordina. Traces of the red and black line are disappearing across the sandy beach into the water. Normally, it would be reasonable to see some sort of organism emerge from the lake, tread the sandy beach for a while, and turn back to the way it came, as if it remembered something. The collector crawled on the spot, pinching the burnt gravel with his fingertips, approaching his nose tip and smelling it, narrowing his eyes and carefully examining each grain. It must have been burned at high temperatures. Grains of gravel are so doomed that they collapse sarcastically just with a little effort.

"Your husband."

I'm watching this one as Pordina gets annoyed. Apparently, she couldn't stand the fodder's clothes getting dirty. Stand up and kneel a few times. No, Pordina stops by and starts paying off all the mud and dust from her body with her parents' sparkling eyes.

"Hmm. Weird scorch. When it comes to scorching, it's fried rice."

Either way, it may not be possible to collect any more information fragments that help you think.

Again, thinking about the importance of Rudge, it caught my eye that Pordina was sitting down and taking off her braided boots.

She's old, too. You want to taste the feel of water in the shallow water.

Behind the zodiac's brain, the sight of a beautiful girl playing in the lake with water was remembered.

Haha, please grab it, your husband.

All right, you said it, you meth dog slave. I'll punish you.

Haha.

Ugh.

The collector's brain was filled with pink flower gardens.

"This is it, youth. All right, Pol. Wait for me. Do the beach chase. Arr?"

Pordina was walking barefoot into the shallow waters when the collector tried to take off his boots with a cancer. cleverly tied so that the hem of the long skirt does not get wet. She stopped immediately, picking up something that was floating on the lake, and came right back.

"Master, take a look at this"

"Oh, this. I saw it on the first shore."

"It's a dead fish. Plus, it floats quite a lot. Most of them seem to have been flown far away."

The collector again delicately quantified the fish brought by Pordina.

"It's burning... Impossible."

"Certainly this lake is a lukewarm water temperature. Take Karen's words as they are and think, even if the source was gushing at some point and the fish were caught in that stream, I wonder if it would be this far."

"This isn't about boiling or anything. It's quite hot and seared. 'Cause the urchin is baking and subtracting the parsley. I have a bad feeling about it. Let's go back."

"Yes."

The collectors, when they returned to the tented camp, were on guard for some time, but then finished watching for nothing. Eventually there will be time for a change. Karen and the others showed up as they rubbed their sleeping eyes, wrapping a sheet of oil paper around it from the inlet for waterproof use. Subsequently, Loulou, rested well and better blooded, crawled out of his opening while holding an abnormally ill-sleeped Dorothea.

"I was inconvenient earlier. We'll take care of the watch from here, so please take the rest of the day off."

Loulou seemed sorry, too, and went up for it. Sleeping and slightly asleep hair makes you feel somewhat of a broken color. The collector held his shoulder as he stroked Loulou's eye area with his fingertips.

"Ooh. How are you feeling? If you're still not feeling well, you can go to sleep. Because I'm awake instead."

"And there's no such thing as But after all the inconvenience, you can never rest."

Loulou waved his hands in front of him and frightened firmly.

I don't know if I can do this.

"Hey. Why are you so stupid easy on Loulou? I'm tired, too."

"Karen, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Huh? What, that's okay. I'm a little upset."

"Shut up, shut up. Hey, Loulou. If you care about this selfish twint..."

"Your husband. I thought it would be cruel to be forced to rest. You might as well let Loulou like you."

"Hmm. Are you sure you're okay?

"Klund, the dog is right, because Loulou is fine. I'm with you."

"That's why I'm worried. Well, no. Don't push it, do it in moderation. You need to rest in your tent as soon as you get sick. I'll sleep with him."

The collector hits and makes a nasty voice. Loulou looked away and showed shame. Karen's mouth bends to the letter to.

"Don't make a mess, sleep tight."

"Nzu!?

"Your husband."

Awakened Dorothea suddenly kicked me hard in the back. It was completely unmarked. There was strong jealousy in her voice. The collector slammed through his face into the tent as he rolled, flipping and farting loosely.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

As the zodiac rose and stretched his torso out of the blanket where the body odor of the sweet woman lingered, he raised his big mouth and poked his hands up to heaven. Bite the raw yawn to death, and I get frustrated a lot. From outside the tent, you can hear a shivering talk. Did Pordina wake up first when we went to bed together, and she wasn't next door anymore?

"Ah, good morning. Guys, Crand's up."

With Liza holding a plate with bacon and egg rolls in her hand, she talks with tight high tension to wake up. The other ladies, one greeting after the other, have no spare time for cooking. As she crouched at the entrance to change from tent shoes to boots, Pordina quickly stopped by and began tying her shoelaces. It's not worth it.

"Have you ever changed?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary. Oh, my goodness."

"Mmm. Uh, there it is."

"Big treat."

From Pordina, he puts his finger in his mouth and laughs clearly if the wild big yawn also appears. In the meantime, you are also in a good mood.

When the collector sits on a simple floorboard, Pordina turns behind him and begins to comb his messy hair with kushi. The collector rubbed his eye lid as he stretched out and messed with the mistletoe.

"Even so, I've grown quite a bit."

"Your husband's hair, it's dark and plentiful."

"It's just depressing when a man stretches out. Because it is cold, should I cut it after spring? Which do you prefer, Pol, long or short?

"Your husband will look great in any hairstyle."

"I think it's better for Liza to be manly when she's short!

"I think I can stay that way."

"I don't think we should get a little bit of it when we have time, because it's so lame."

"Hmm. I don't care what your opinion is."

"Then why did you ask... are you an asshole?

I'm always looking for affirmation, Watson.

"Who is Watson?"

"Huh. Ah, you're thirsty. Give me something."

"Yes, sir."

I am awake. Humans consume large amounts of moisture, including breathing, in their sleep. The collector took a breath of the tea that Karen had offered him.

Oh, that's warm and easy to drink.

When Karen saw the treasurer dry the contents of the treasure, she now gave her brewed tea to a cup slightly smaller than that. Slightly warmer than the earlier one. Enjoying the fragrance, when I finished rinsing, I finally came out with a cup of hot tea about small enough to fit in one hand. When the collector took the time to drink it up, he smiled niggly.

"Don't do it, Karen"

"What? What?

"Three cups of tea on the ground... Let's praise him and send him."

"So what are you talking about?"

What is three cups of tea?

It is an illustration of the young days of Sansei Ishida, who once served Hideyoshi Tai in the days of the Warring States.

Hideyoshi, who remembered his thirst in the hawk hunt, wanted tea at a temple. Mitsune, a little boy in that temple, is said to have seen Hideyoshi's thirst and roared the first lukewarm one in large quantities, followed by the slightly warm one, with a small amount of hot tea at the end.

"... and, well, I recognised that he was a good driver."

"No. That's not it"

"To?"

"The first is the leftovers I'm tired of having too much Liza. The second cup split mine for you, and the last time I served it, I just brewed it for you because the water just gushed."

"Oh, yeah."

The collector blushes and covers his face with both hands. Exactly. This can't be awkward.

Shameful Crand is cute, and next to Loulou loosening his eyes, Pordina is pulling Karen's long ears to the left and right. It was a harsh procedure.

"I didn't know I would primarily dedicate my leftovers to drinking. What are you thinking, these long ears...!

"Mimi!? Mimi, there he is!

"Oh, princess."

"Lord, then you're there. Apparently you're there. Look, there's something going on over there."

Cheered in the direction Dorothea pointed out. When the collector throws down the cup, he puts his coat on his shoulder and runs out toward the shore. The Pordinas went on quickly.

"There. Look."

Marc already set up in the middle of the sandy beach to jaw down the middle of the lake water. I crack a pale aqua blue and the fine air bubbles are constantly floating. It was found in the white light of the blade reflected that the soldiers who were in the shallow waters pull out the sword of their hips. The bubbles gradually change to white steam and the area is covered with bright white fog. The unpleasant signs fill the perimeter densely. Liza groaned low with her tongue out as she couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"Hey, you guys. Watch out, something's coming out!

It was at the same time that Marc shouted and the Lord, who was creating the bubbles, appeared.

Red Sanshouo, would be the easiest expression.

It was so huge that I could see it in the distance. The creature was big enough to line up two little four-ton cars, even as it went up to the beach while crawling belly.

Reach the beach by swimming in a sea of turbulent steam. The smell of burning sand pounded my nose tip. Existence, mass, together intense and fiercely appealing to sight. Seeing as it seemed, my proximity was so crazy.

"That's a salamander. I used to read about it in the Guild report."

Marc, a former adventurer, swallowed his saliva.

The whole body is covered with a tulip mucous membrane, and there is no eyeball-like thing on the round head either. The monster, who found no sharp fangs or nails, emitted tremendous enthusiasm from his entire body, but was bright and red like a magma. White smoke rose from his red skin every time the salamander moved.

"Was this the guy who burned it"

When the collector snapped, Pordina's black eyes, holding back behind her, gave her a strong glow. Whether the primitive fighting instincts of the Wolves of War (Wearwolves) were stimulated or whether the tail of the blockage happened to be the opposite, he poked heaven.

Dead fish that were floating in the monuments and lakes at the entrance are in agreement if you think they were burned because they accidentally touched the monster in front of you. To add further, the salamander who admitted this one has slowly packed the sleigh and intermission of with a blunt movement.

"It doesn't feel like we want to be friends."

"Salamander prefers large animals to prey. If it were that size, it would be about peppery for everyone here in a single meal."

"Soldier, I'm scared."

"Klund. Sorry, but I only need you to help me this time. The pre-hibernation salamander is a big eater who feels sorry if he doesn't eat without leaving any prey...!

A soldier who stood out boldly stamped his sword and penetrated it.

"Stay. Don't get too close to me!

Marc's voice of restraint was also vain, and the soldier succeeded in protruding the blade easily against the cursory motion salamander.

"Heh. What, this guy looks like a knockout!

The soldier's sword buried deep into Salamander's head until it was halfway through. Dark green liquid drips out. I could see tension coming out of the soldier's body in the distance as well. You saw it as easy to give, and the other kicks sand and runs over. Unexpectedly, the red shadow moved.

"Gee!"

As Salamander's mouth suddenly opened, his black tongue stretched out with a shrugged sound, immediately entangling the soldier's body.

It is a nasty move, like chameleon feeding. As his tongue quickly and multiply wrapped around the soldier's torso, he fluttered his body up into the universe.

"There's, ahhh!

The wound tongue instantly burned down the soldier's body at an interminable temperature, like a hotline coil. The soldier's torso shrugs to round the paper as his ribs break and his heart leaks a crushing cloudy sound. The soldier, whose life had been pruned with the ease of capturing the featherworm, was quickly swallowed as he was wound into his mouth by a tongue-by-tongue salamander. It is such a vivid arrangement that I have little time to help. Another soldier who tried to come in to help freezes on the spot.

When Salamander opened his mouth again, he threw out a bright red fire as soon as possible and completely covered the soldier. A scream that just covered my ears flowed.

"Water! Jump in the water!

Marc's sad scream flew. Soldiers rush towards the shallow waters as they roll like crazy to the sandy beach. When I wondered if Salamander's giant had twisted, it looked like a thick, long tail blurred the body of a burning soldier. With a sharp impact, the soldier's body gently danced into the universe. Jump over the heads of the collectors and fly high.

"Seriously!

Looking back at his neck alone, he could see the body of a soldier crushed like a piece of paper rolling to the ground.

Pollina rushed over and screamed, hi.

I didn't have to be sure, I found it deadly.

Shortly after stopping, an exasperated marc pulls out his long sword and flies away.

The collector ran out after Marc. Pordina with a warhammer and Dorothea pulling out an ascaron follow it.

White sand kicked up by Marc's hind legs. Dancing in the void, he collapsed and flowed with sarah.

The collector shakes his face and spits out the sand in his mouth. The collar is accidentally grabbed and pulled back. I could see it as Pordina's from the cuff. No time to be surprised, the current monster opens his mouth pockingly. It was at the same time that Marc's body, which jumped up, was engulfed in red lotus flames.