Dungeon+Harem+Master

The New Year period ended. The public also began to resume its activities, as if the needle on the clock that had stopped would make a cocky noise and move.

The women who saw the zodiac move aggressively when they thought of it, each had their own surprise as if they had seen a dragon snake on their daytime tracks.

Let's do it, then it would have been pretty bad. He did not compromise, spared no bones, and moved on to preparation with such passion that those watching were impressed.

Day after day, he jumped out of the house with the morning burn and went home when people were quiet. At first, the women began to worry about whether it was just a bad habit, but the collectors were flying around outside to gather information about the dungeon on their own feet. We often talk through the evening with Nelly on her knees when she gets home from her normal reception duties. Something, a few people who mistakenly thought they were going through the glossy things get their ears heard in front of the room but it all ended up in jail.

Last autumn's mouth had managed to end the Ninth Hierarchy offensive, but in the war and the Gotagota that followed, the labyrinth search itself had been inactive for more than four months. As it is, it decomposes in the air like an idiotic student circle. That's all I had to avoid.

The clan "Dungeon Master" is not a mosquito column that occurs in the summer.

The time had come to prove it.

Each of the other clans is making steady progress on their offense under their own basic philosophy. It was the first step in whether the name of the clan "Dungeon Master" launched by the Collector would continue to moss with his fame or fly heavily to the tabular stage of history.

The collector called his daughter-in-law into one room for an operational meeting on the dungeon offense.

It was said that it would be fornicating if the three women gathered, but they are submissively and mysteriously silent as trained police dogs.

No, if you look closely, some seemed to see it blow out.

"Manjama, this is officially the first Dungeon Strategy Conference. Nelly, get me a secretary."

"Okay."

Nelly held a chalk as she put a large piece of paper on the wall of the room. When the collector moves his eyes slightly, Pordina prepares the chair with the breath of Ayumu. When I lowered my back somewhere, a skinny scholar stood to lean next to me, naturally.

"Looks like Rudge's better at it."

"Can I just ask what the criteria are?"

No matter, it's because of the glasses. She's like a teacher and she's horny. That is, not very much, but no.

"Hmm, first, first, determine the basic bone that becomes the major muscle"

"Hmm. Of course, our aim is to reach the final tier."

Artemisia put her arms together as she stood, and went. The collector decided reluctantly with his finger against his jaw as he moved his eyeballs hard against the twitchy hills, sticking out from above the robe.

"Hmm. H? Or" J. "

"I don't know what that means, but you're thinking crap again anyway"

"Come on, eh! I want to stay! Push the chalk against my forehead!

"No. It seems a little skewed, so I thought I'd equalize the contents"

As Nelly drew the white ink, slight powder blew from the white dots left on the forehead of the collector.

"Stop it! Because the contents are seriously uneven!

"It's daijibu. Because the volume doesn't change."

"Stop. Yeah!!

Nelly continues to focus on her fingertips gripping white ink, ignoring it altogether, even if the collector doesn't like it.

Immediately, Pordina and several other Founding Fathers fundamentalists went into a halt.

"I'm letting you guys handle this, and I can't go on. In the meantime, I'll be the facilitator."

"Oh, please"

"In the meantime, Klund's idea is to achieve a strategy straight to the final hierarchy without any particular twisted part. The location of our clan is near the entrance to the 10th hierarchy, where the so-called" Guardian Beast ”was said to exist after finally completing the 9th hierarchy attack last year."

"Yes, Question"

"Okay, Lacey. Go ahead."

"Um, I'm an amateur and I don't really know what that“ guardian beast ”is?

"Oh, I want to know that, too."

"No, I thought I explained a lot to you. Have you forgotten because the year has dawned? At this time. Let's just say I'll explain it to everyone. I know you're tired of hearing about Artemisia and Mary and Nelly, but I want you to be patient for a while. The Labyrinth of the Abyss (Last Elusion), which we should be challenging, is, according to legend, one of the continent's most profound dark canals up to a hundred levels. In this case, it is only a legend and nothing that actually sees it in a living human being exists. But let's just think of it as up to a hundred layers. All you have to do is actually reach it and then think about it. Once, Romles, the first king to unite this continent, sealed the“ artifact ”used in the final war in a dungeon. That's because if they all show their full abilities, they say they're too powerful. Two of the twelve artifacts were preserved by the royal family, and one was the magical book of this planet, Astro Grimoire, which was given to my family Biblionius."

Rudge said so, letting the book in his hand spin around and continued the conversation.

"The other ten are hidden in the dungeons, and each one is firmly protected by a“ guardian beast "placed every ten layers."

"Shitsune"

"Yes, Hilda. What?"

"But. If it's such a powerful item, there won't be any clans left that have reached the lower level to collect it."

"Hilda. Probably not."

Artemisia put her hand on the forehead of the girl sitting next to her.

"Why!?

"All clans, including Wu Yingjie, are bare among the guardian beasts and moving further and further ahead. Most of them were baptized by their boss, the Guardian Beast metal golem, at the point of the tenth tier, and deliberately abandoned access to the ancient twelve artifacts (Lost High Weapon) that they didn't even know if they were struggling with, choosing the speed to move on to the lower tier."

"Hmm. Is the Guardian Beast strong?"

Victoire, who kept his eyes closed, snapped his nose as he glowed his green eyes.

"- Strong. Without a threshold. Records show that twenty years ago, the elite thousand dispatched by the Adventurers' Union (Alliance) have been wiped out in half a day after the operation began. The boss room with the Guardian Beast is still awaiting the next challenger. Of Wu Yingjie,“ Wolf King ”Theodore seems to have been the only one to try, but he lost half of the front line he hired in and abandoned the offense. Since then, in the dungeon, anything that challenges the Guardian Beast from the front is handled like this."

Rudge had a long index finger and let him draw a circle as he twirled right over his head.

"But Klander doesn't care about that."

When Karen gave me a flush as she jerked off a long piece of twint, the collector responded well.

"Oops."

"I didn't praise you right now. Damn."

"It's convenient depending on your thoughts. 'Cause it's like the ones who bothered to get ahead of themselves left a treasure for us on purpose. I'm sorry I don't have to collect items from corner to corner, even in RPG. I often find that the hard-earned treasure was scum later. You don't know if the legend is true or false until you check it out with your own eyes. Nah."

The collector looked around at everyone with sparkling eyes, like a child with a toy in his face.

Bottomless curiosity is seemingly abundant from all over the body.

The dungeon's offense is literally life-threatening. However, as he watched the innocent welcoming without his entrustment, the incomparable fervour propagated naturally to everyone's body.

"Because it's Klund."

"You can't help it"

"You have no choice."

"Hannah will do her best."

"Leave everything to scratch."

"I'll follow your husband"

When each screams orally, the heat becomes a vortex and adds momentum. I don't even lick alcohol or anything. But everyone stared at the collector with a drunken eye.

"Then let's pack up the details. Our aim is to attack to the lowest level of the standard. And... guardian beast hunting."

The Tenth Hierarchy offense has begun. The absence of the mansion was left to Lynette, who, for the first time in a long time, stepped into a red brick with an Adventurers' Union (guild). The transfer team, which was set up inside the mansion and can fly directly to the dungeon, was damaged by the children's flirting. Speaking of it not on, it's not on.

Led by the collectors are a total of sixteen: Pordina, Sizka, Artemisia, Hannah, Meriandale, Hilda, Lacey, Victoire, Rudge, Karen, Dorothea, Liza, Roulou, Nelly and Lucille.

"Hmm...... wait a minute. Are there any extra monsters mixed up?"

"Here, little ones. Why are you following me?"

Karen gently holds Lucille, the toddler elf, from behind her back.

Lucille is willing to take part in an adventure with a bowl of gold wrapped around her head, a shield of pot lids, and a fruit knife on her hips. Mmm-hmm, his nose was rough and his eyes sparkled, and his determination and new expression were young, but also Rin.

The collector slightly bends his hips and closes his ears to Lucille, who is being held. The young girl tried to explain why she was here right now so that she could tell a secret story to her ear.

"... What? Klund drank it for me, and I'll follow you because I'm always gobbled up and unreliable. You can thank me, can't you? Trouble, turning it over from now on is bad gen. So, Karen. Amulet decision."

"Uh! Hey, are you kidding me?

Karen. Hand-decided before we fought. Sizka, watching it, glanced behind her back, paying for the hair on her shoulder.

"As much as I am alone, more clumps with me won't change. Come on, let's go."

"Wait a minute. Why, now, you see me. Why."

The low boiling point Victoire raged with the usual maid outfit. The Warring States SLG equals zero incitement resistance, and is a waste unit that fits into a trap and destroys itself quickly.

"Haha. 'Cause you can't help it, lady. That outfit."

"I'm sure it's bad because you don't take out the armor you put in."

"That said, it's already flowing. You're selfish, young lady."

"Me? Is it my fault?

"I don't know what to say instead, but I've turned your daughter's outfit into something sturdy for adventure. In addition to being fire and cold resistant, the fabric retains blade resistance that retains strength beyond steel by means of a strong curse. It's all about the price of armor in quality."

"That was the armor of our ancestors...!

"Shards."

"Don't laugh. Whoa."

"Hmm. I mean, I don't care how much time I have left to hang out with your comics. Klund. I suggest we hurry ahead"

"I agree with Dr. Rudge. Karen is responsible for taking care of Lucille. Well, we're gonna start over again."

One line flew into the dungeon from a transfer unit that was rented to one of the offices.

It is directly above the stairs leading to the ten tiers, which last year ended the offensive with Rudge and Artemisia.

"What. Are we there yet? It's a lot more convenient."

Victoire snapped, frowning at the unique, stinking air in the dungeon.

"It's just convenient. It's just convenient."

The collector scratched his jaw, floating sparsely, as he threw the demonic stone in his hand into a leather bag on his waist.

A demonic stone, an energy source, is required to activate the transfer formation.

However, this demonic stone, which was once 10,000 P (pounds) each, has now jumped to 50,000 P (pounds) in the light of today's high colors. One line of collectors, less than twenty, and within the Adventurer clan, is enough to equal the smallest unit, but if one adventure does not yield so much results, it is also "tough" in life.

"Come on, treasure. You're fucked. Mr. Klund."

"I think it's time they found me. Seriously, it sucks."

The collector looked slightly anxious as he watched Hilda dancing with his wand on his axis. With the exception of Rudge, Artemisia and Meriandale, virtually everyone else is new to diving into the dungeons and embarking on operational action.

It is also in that the part of them that is decidedly different from the collector is that they are women. Naturally, the possibility of extreme performance loss due to the moon itself must also be considered. The strategy of conceiving anxiety was now at its edge.

"So I wonder how the line is going to be organized."

Nelly, who was dropping her eyes on the map, looked up.

"The basics are fine with the ones I've decided before. Loulou needs to go ahead and find out what's going on. The avant-garde are Victoire, Sizka, Pordina, Dorothea, Artemisia and Hannah. And then scatter it all over me."

"No, appropriateness wouldn't be good. I can't help it, guys. Yesterday, as I was telling you, follow the placement."

Everyone gets to each fixed position quickly when Rudge flies instructions on behalf of the collector.

Going down to the ten tiers and going along the cave of nature for a while, Loulou came back without making a sound and reported on the situation ahead.

"Mr. Klando. From here, we discovered about ten monsters a thousand steps away."

When Rudge handily heard the demonic traits from Loulou, he determined who they were.

Auga Club.

His height does not exceed one hundred and fifty and he is a monster of crabs with huge scissors.

It has a dark green methyl, omnivorous and eats everything from rock moss to flora and fauna.

When the collectors reached a slightly spreading swell, the august clubs began to look like zorros as they blew bubbles out of their mouths.

"Wow, Mr. Big Kai Kai..."

"You can eat a lot of crabs."

Hilda jumps with excitement.

"Say something stupid again. The sandwich power of the Auga Club is cut off as lightly as the human torso. If you don't want to be two, you have to be careful."

Hilda, in Nelly's words, quickly hid behind the collector when she panicked and hesitated.

"Gentlemen, do it."

"I'll take care of it, sir."

"Leave it to the woes."

"My lady, phew. Ooh!"

"Good, you're coming too!

Like freed hounds, six people stormed towards the Auga Club: Victoire, Sizka, Pordina, Dorothea, Artemisia and Hannah.

Victoire strikes with his ancestral Ten Kings sword, Sizka with a song knife, Pordina with a great sword, Dorothea with a famous sword Ascaron, and Artemisia with a spear of the Virgin (Holy Lance). By the way, Hannah was the only one with bare hands.

They are six billboards with the greatest firepower among their daughters.

Destroying the chitiny methyl sauce safely like breaking an egg shell, he tried to hunt down ten orga clubs without having time to blink.

"Your husband. We swept away the enemy."

"Ooh. Thank you..."

Pordina looks up in a jitterless up-and-coming manner when she completes her report quickly.

There was vivid demon fluids attached to the machete in his hand. Seeing, Pordina is fiercely appealing to praise and praise, shaking her tail violently to the left and right. When the collector stroked his head with his right hand with a slight pull, his eyes narrowed as if they were tickled.

"You're just sloppy, Pordina! I've defeated three strawberries!

"Hannah has also defeated two men."

"Wow, okay, so for now, it's in order. Line up there."

The collector honored his accomplishments by sequentially hugging his daughters-in-law, who boasted of his handles.

Kick the wreckage of the poor crab and move on further.

The road width of the ten tiers was wider than I thought, and there was room for about five people to lie down and walk.

The next thing I saw was a mushroom-based monster.

Strength Matango.

The size exceeds two metres and the whole body is a blackened alien monster. Instead of making this monster, mycelium system, and not having the rare ability to state abnormalities, it is a power specific type of mutant species. In general, mushroom-based monsters are clumps of mycelium, so their defenses are extremely weak, but strength-matango was exceptionally hard.

But the fate of the power-based mycelium, which collectively appeared about seven bodies, had been put to an immediate end by meeting the collectors.

First, Dorothea slammed a flamebullet (flameball), a magic trick of fire attributes, into the encounter.

Strength matango, proud of its slippage, stiffens for a moment when the surface is baked.

Aiming at that gap, Sizka and Victoire cut it off with a quick, long sword, and where the movement dulled, Hannah and Pordina turned it into octopus beatings.

Strengthmatango, who, under intense loads, could no longer maintain his figure, smashed and dispersed in pieces.

"Next!

The figure of Artemisia, waving the spear and not solving the remnants, gazing sharply around the area, was determined like a knight who had emerged from the story of the painting, by the brilliance of his blinking armor and by his beautiful posture.

"Us. You don't have much to do."

Meryandale patted her eyes as she exhaled thinly, howling.

Dark blue eyes. The light of the lantern and the light of the lantern make for a strange shade.

"And let's just move on..."

With Loulou's anti-foe effect, the offense went well. Some sixteen, that's right, the speed of movement is falling, but tough avant-garde fire compensated for it.

The collector went about preparing the camp when the time for action passed half a day, applauding the monsters who would be slaughtered as soon as they emerged. When we pulled out a set of supplies, such as a tent that had been compressed into space, we chose a promising place that was flat and could be stretched out as much as a lid, making it an overnight inn.

The collector falls asleep when he pulls into the tent early, even though you have barely fought. My daughters-in-law, as usual, engage in preparing meals in a worthwhile manner. A large pot like Mitsuzu is arranged on a simple camad and gets a red fire in its belly. Lacey, who wears a towel to her sister, handily puts the ingredients into the pan. Today's menu was a bird pot full of vegetables.

"Humph. Hey, Pordina. I don't see Hilda and Liza. Do you have any idea where he is?

Gradually, Pordina, who was carving meat bone-by-bone, pointed to the shadow right next to her at the tip of her tail. Look, try to hide in the shadows. The two of you were skipping work.

"Around the Dangobee -. Hey, you know what? I hear you can eat this!

"Wow! Are you sure? Hilda knows everything. Can I put it in the pot?

"Don't leave me alone! What, are you skipping again?

"Wow, I'm out. It's Lacey!

"Make people look like ghosts or something. Please, don't play, get some water out of the barrel."

The two, who had followed the dangoose with a stick, rushed out trying to escape the patter and the spot. Where the meat and vegetables have been boiled up in a good way, gosso and the keeper crawl out of the tent. Everyone's hunger was pretty good, too, because the behavior time is superior to twelve H.

The collectors, when they were seated and surrounded the pan, took a friendly meal. Gobbled, carrots, cabbage, and trout bird meat are allowed to mustard and carry into your mouth, causing hot gravy to erupt juggly, nourishing your tired body.

"But Mary is a genius after all for developing a back that can compress all this supplies"

"That's not true. For the most part, similar products are available in Adventurers' Union (Alliance)."

Exploration is always accompanied by supplies. The supplies needed for a single adventure, beyond the transfer using expensive demonic stones, could not be used cheaply, required an enormous amount in proportion to the personnel. Food can be desirable with some derogation if dry products and the like are used, but water is the only exception. The dungeon was only a cave, and beyond being the bottom of the earth, unless you had a prior idea, there was an unlimited chance that you would suddenly run into a water field suitable for drinking.

Also, even if we can secure a spot for spring-water staining, the fool who cracks many people into transporting who concentrate their entire nerves on exploration wants to avoid it whenever possible is humanity. Adventurers must always be prepared for a sudden and gushing battle with monsters, and if they are tired of carrying loads, the chances are that they will not be able to help at all, because they will soon be directly connected to death.

At the end of the irregular conversation, we all split up and finished, leaving the two watchdogs behind and pulling them up into the tent. With this many people, we can afford to keep an eye out for monster raids and unforeseen events.

As the collector slid his body into the mummy-shaped shrub, he closed his eyes in a gee-stuffed tent. It is a woman's habit not to sleep early when she asks her to sleep. Next door, Hilda and Lacey's whispering voice gradually became distant.

In the dungeon, the temperature is much warmer than on the ground, but still moderately cold in the fridge. The collector holds Lucille in the hot tub, so it was more than sweaty. My eye lid drips heavily as I smell the unique sweet smell of my child, like milk. I had lust because I was young, but I was forced to.

Eventually it will be morning.

Even so, in the deep cellar, the sun didn't even shoot, and it didn't come pinned much, but in time, about ten hours had passed since I fell asleep.

"Well, here we go again."

Tenth hierarchical offensive day two. Until now, the flat path was suddenly interrupted, with a cut cliff stretching out in front of him. Until now, many adventurers will have gone down. There are trail marks on the path that each of us is likely to manage to take. The traces of the ancestors' route work are pretty solid, and they descend traversing the cliff without much difficulty. About two hundred meters down, something like a large hall jumped in. With a lantern, the Tabernacle of the Adventurers, who had arrived before the Founding Fathers, was seen last night. It is a clan of at least thirty or more, to deduce from the number of camads and the tent tensile traces.

"What, they were getting ahead of me"

"Your husband."

"Hmm?

"The previous group is not so far apart. Still nearby."

"Yeah. You're right about the dog colo. Footsteps of the Ningens, Not So Far Yet"

Such as Pordina stares at the dark canal where no one should be neutered as Karen tingles her elf-specific long ear. There is no mistake in the fact that the ears of the Wolves of War (Wearwolves) and Elves are special.

"Better stay away from bad. Let's get ahead of ourselves."

"I agree with Klander. I don't want to cause as much friction as possible."

Rudge agreed with the collector. From the start of the action, not an hour had passed, but a line decided to put in a small pause. As I lay back on the rock and refreshed Lucille, I saw Hannah carrying the cup in the basin.

"Brave man, it's tea"

"Whoa. Hannah. Amongst others. What do you say, the first dungeon? Did you get some sleep?"

"Hannah is always neat. I slept plenty, so I'm fine."

"You're the youngest. Stay here, don't pull your arm. I didn't forget Lucille!

"Here, Lucille. You have to let the brave man relax. Let's play over there with your sister. Hey. Okay, take your time."

Hannah held the elf of a toddler, who moved her hands and feet impotently, away. The collector sighed a sigh of relief as he turned his shoulder as he moved his neck left and right. And when I looked at his feet, the string of boots was about to unravel. The collector's shoe is a leather shoe of special character that comes to this world and weighs nearly a kilo on one side, but the sole is sturdy for that matter. Even today, you will walk quite a distance. Reaching out to retighten the string, Pordina, who ran over without sound, knelt down and began to cleverly retie.

"Your husband. Isn't it tough?

"Oh, that sounds good. Thank God."

The collector gently strokes Pordina's miracle cubicle. Chestnut hair seemed as light and smooth as cotton wool and freshly bathed.

(It's a fluffy muffin...)

Sometimes I scratch him in the dog's ear and Pordina groans low to make him feel good and makes his eyes twitch red. Probably feels good.

(I always wonder what would happen if I put my finger in this)

"Huh."

With the tip of his finger, he penetrates.

Pordina seemed to hang up, for a moment, stiff and took off the shoelaces she had in her hand. His eyes tremble like the lake on which he stood, his fingertips twitching. On his spine, he learned a current that would paralyze him, slightly frontal.

When I felt my gaze and looked up, at some point I saw Lucille in a Pordina with a strangely tranced look as she sliced through the cut end of the dried meat.

A little further away, Hannah is sending a cold gaze.

When the collector coughed one big time, he pulled his index finger out of the dog's ear and whistled with a strange face.