Dungeon+Harem+Master

In this world, someone keeps waving races in places that are invisible. Humans do not feel like they are walking down the road, preferably or not, according to the branches indicated by the appearance. With that in mind, the collector continued to squeeze the pebble in his hand as he subtly distracted himself from Victoire, which was swollen with his face bright red in front of him.

"You really wouldn't have seen it"

"You're persistent. I didn't see it..."

"You really are!

"It's true. Chip, rubbish."

The collector spreads himself to too much persistence, whispering his tongue and spilling his stupidity.

The pursuit of Victoire, who is most sexually innocent, will not stop so easily.

Muzzled and silent, she began to discolor her face like a boiled octopus, wondering what she had misunderstood.

"Hey, what's up! Actually, later, wow, wow, if you had any evil thoughts about touching everyone about the color of my shorts or anything like that, you'd throw it away early!

"Don't worry, everyone doesn't want your pants to be black."

"I knew you'd be watching. Ahhh!!

"Gingin 'no more."

"Pervert! Pervert! Sex madness!!

"Hey, that's too good. That's..."

The zodiac had begun to worry deeply about the underlying proposition of why he was here, looking at the raging Victoire.

(But it's still a mess to make fun of. This guy)

"You know, Vee. I don't have that much to worry about. On the contrary, you just have to think like this. My secret crochet was seductive enough to make a man pee. Yeah, well, if you think about it, some parts of you can immerse yourself in a sense of superiority? Hold your own! Your array was the best thing that made my dying Jizzy feel better too!!

The collector received unprecedented objections, felt himself in danger and immediately withdrew his remarks.

"Hmm. Well, fine. I meant to throw away my life as a woman when I received my medal as a knight. I thought the dog bit me and I decided to forget about it."

"Boki, I don't know why you have to be so bollocks when you're your husband... I don't think there's anything wrong with dele."

"You are far removed from my ideal male portrait."

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Eh huh."

"That's why I'm telling you to stop laughing that disgusting way! I feel chilly!!

"Ooh. It's working. It's working."

In fact, it was the collectors who were taking mental damage, but I dare to cut a detailed description of the psychological state at this time.

"Let's just get back to it. Cland. let me conclude, stop seriously attacking that dungeon any more. It's too dangerous."

"What. You were actually worried about me."

"It's not. No, I do, though. No, no, no. You know, why do you think I'm wandering around you in response to an unintended marriage?"

"Actually, Extremely Luv?

"No! Because that is the will of the princess! You seem to understand, but a man named you can't help but stay by his side because he is a brave man summoned by secret surgery and can be the trump card for Octavia, who is currently struggling over the throne! Even while we are selling oil in this way, fierce battles continue under the water in that cold royal palace. The lowlife bandits have nothing to do with perpetrating the unmistakable and extreme outrage of stopping the blood of the historic Romles. He's trying to manipulate a fake prince who doesn't know what a horsebone is and grab the throne. It's Kland.As a matter of fact, you were thrown into Romless First Prison shortly after your summons because instructions from above worked heavily. The power of the crest engraved on its chest is now unknown, but certain to bear witness to the princess as an authentic heir. Think about it. Even the guardian beast who fought on the ten levels, that power. Perhaps the battle over the Ancient Twelve Artifacts (Lost High Weapon) will intensify as you dive deeper down. Whatever my personal favors and evils, I don't want you to die right now. I don't think you should go to the dungeon. Because there's life in the mansion, and I know it's not enough with the funds we currently have. I also thought about asking my parents for assistance, which they wouldn't be proud to forgive. More importantly, I don't know what Sister Victoria thinks of the truth. He could turn to enemies in some situations. If you need money, even if you don't dive any deeper, you can handle it to the extent you're going to eat it. If only we could all join forces. But if you want to be rich and honorable, and you want to be aggressive, there's only one word I can think of to stop you, my lady. What if? If you will listen to me. It's a tough decision, but even if you like my body... that's good."

"Oh, man."

Victoire finally, crushing with a likely disappearing voice, quickly took off his attire as if he had decided to. Shrugs make noises and the clothes slide off. The mucky double hills and glutes were just covered with little bras and shorts, like barely sticking them on. The hips, cuddly and limp, saw the tight belly slightly cracked and raised abs. The legs, slightly fat but rather even fancy, emitted a healthy fragrance of colour. White skin and perfectly sucked black underwear create an indescribable contrast. The collector turned off his expression as he narrowed his eyes. The fact that she took it off, clean enough to pioneer when it comes to sex, means that she came today, prepared for it all.

"Victoire. Let's get this straight. That's all I can't do."

"Become!?

"I didn't mean to attack that labyrinth with Dada or insanity. I have to do it. Because that's what I want. In fact, you're such a good woman to want to hang out with. Right now, he's gonna push you down, but I can't redeem you for an oath. The suggestion is a shame enough to get out of my throat, but if I put it on the dungeon and the balance, it's something I can't match from Hannah. What happened to the labyrinth of the abyss (Last Elusion)? Go down to the last floor and show it. Even if I'm alone."

"... are you going to embarrass the woman"

"Surely the guardian beast is dangerous. You're right, there's a secret in that dungeon that's close to my world. But if you avoid it because it's dangerous, the game won't work."

"It's not a game. What do you think your life is?

"That's what men are for. You don't have enough training yet either. Besides, this life-threatening game is unacceptable to get off on the way down. You're not the only one. I've got a lot on my back."

Victoire remained silent and, looking back at the collector, exhaled deeply like he had lost his roots haha. The expression is worrying but intense.

But as I thought somewhere else, only my voice was somewhere clear.

"Right. You're risking your life, too. I'm sorry. I seem to have put in an extra slip. I'm sorry to call you, but could you please stay back? A little, I want to be alone."

"I get it. Don't catch a cold."

"Shut up......"

Victoire began wearing the clothes he had placed on the grass, staring slowly away at the silhouette of the collector. Honestly, I was underestimating that guy. I didn't feel comfortable, but somewhere in my mind, I assumed that if I threw my body out, it would be easy. There is no such hassle. The look on the face of the man who kicked this suggestion, not to mention being far from his own ideal, was frivolous enough to be seen for a moment, and his chest shivered violently unconsciously.

(Stupid. What are you thinking? You think I can get the happiness I deserve...!

Wearing a dress and apron, he sensibly sensed signs of people approaching from behind. I'm completely out of footsteps. I guess the habit of moving loosely like a shadow is that of an assassin who has naturally worn it for years.

"Peeping is just too much of a hobby."

"For being badly flabbergasted, you don't look well. If you're gonna cry, I'll lend you a handkerchief."

Sizka leaned against the bushes of the shrub and spoke out, with her loose body lines feathering a robe that was as if she didn't know.

"What. I heard the injury was not healing and I was asleep. That's right, the old patterned lady can be seen as having a lot of weak bone pattern. If I punish this, shouldn't I just stick with that guy and stop moving around"

"Don't you have to go back to the mansion and sleep in bed? The physical scratches will heal, but the wounds won't heal."

"Extra help."

"... that's Victoire. If I'd known you weren't seen as a woman, I'd have called you because I thought you'd done a little. After all, you're a flimsy woman."

"penis"

"Iron Skin"

(How about this. As it is, I get hammered during his surgery. What I did was ride such a cheap provocation, etc...... Yikes! I want to ride you!!

"So. What's the story? I have to go back and clean up in the morning. That's not so good. Let's hope it's brief."

"I didn't talk to you for anything else. I thought I'd give you a little whale."

When Victoire bounced off the pebble that flew into his chest, he avoided the Sizka knife running over like a flying swallow with a single difference in paper. The chirali and silver blades reflect the sunlight and glow ferociously. I could understand a sharp razor lurking at my fingertips and definitely aiming at my throat.

Slashed away, watching a few hairs dance loosely through the universe, wrinkles similar to those of a struggling dog about to hit his nose unknowingly. You can do it if you want. I'm in a lot of a bad mood right now. As Victoire stepped back and dropped his hips, Sizka unwrapped her braces lightly and put her arms together.

This guy. Keep it from yourself, I see you're not seriously motivated. Victoire made his face oddly stiff, while turning away and paying for the hair on his neck with his fingertips. Disguised as a wind of nothing, Harawatta is about to boil back to the suddenly released intent to kill and means of execution. In his head, he counts the sheep flying over the fence as hiccups. Enjoyed by my grandmother, it's hard to calm down. When I open my thin eyes, you're attacked by me, and the woman in front of me is somehow energetic. As I leaned down, the way I talked to Boso, unlike every day, lacked glory.

(This, then, sounds like I'm bullying you. Oh, and whoa)

"Don't make a strange imitation of Klando. If you can't hear me, the next thing you know, it's the neck."

"... you think I'm going with what I want? Sizka. The fragility of the man's standing should be best known to you, who was after his life. That's more than me."

"I like my life as it is. I don't want anyone to break it. Absolutely. Then, for that matter, I am."

"You talk about doing anything. Even if that were to go against the country?

Sizka raised her face only without responding. Victoire looked at the look one step ahead of her crying out, and when she was taken aback, she looked away awkwardly.

"Be safe and cure. I'll protect his life."

Can you believe it?

Believe it or not, it's the king's life.

- We understood each other.

the fact of how this foundation of life is backed by fragile miracles.

The collector, returning from the city to the mansion in the evening after a short shopping trip, saw the women resting in the room. Elf daughters such as Dorothea, Liza, Karen, etc. can be judged to be particularly fine because they simply use too much magic and are gude, recovering over time.

Sizka, on the other hand, suffered quite a bit of damage from the metal golem, and her complexion was that of the sick. Healing in sacred witchcraft greatly reduces the health of the subject as a loan that it is the wound that blocks, but is forced to twist causally and bury. It's almost painless, but just as you drained the air from the balloon, your health easily breaks the lower limit.

Thanks to the decision to stagnate for a day, the Builder's health had fully recovered. When she told Sizka that she would resume the dungeon offensive tomorrow, she wanted to follow her selfishness sometime.

The possessor's sexuality is not sad, but if a poor beautiful girl like her begs me with half a cry not to leave her, I tend to look sweet, filled with pity but also vanity. When his mind was turned into a ghost and he forbade him to accompany him, Sizka shivered in sight. Because of this, it took me a few hours lightly to comfort her. We have a long way to go. It is the pinnacle of stupidity that crushes Sizka, who is also his wife and a leading member of the clan, in the early stages.

(And if you allow Sizka to accompany you, everyone, including Elves, will stop listening to me. Sometimes the leader has to withdraw ruthlessly. Forgive me, my sweet honey, Sizka.)

The collector ordered a large quantity of carbohydrates to be served for dinner in preparation for tomorrow's adventure. It is carbon loading. Store a large amount of glycogen in your body to prepare for long-term behavior.

"Hey, eat. Like a horse."

"Ha. I'm a horse. I'll eat. Hey, Rudge. That's the way you eat, Buh falls on the way to the march. My stomach is just as good as it gets."

"Hey.... I'll try my best, but don't expect so much from my digestive abilities"

"Okay, I'm gonna eat a lot of Liza too -!

"You're leaving a message, so if you eat so much, you'll be fat!

Karen is slapping her head behind Liza, who pukes pasta in good shape. The dining room was no longer as noisy as the battlefield, with Pordina and Lynettes transporting meals in full rotation.

The collector chews juice and fat dripping pork steak, whilst lumping with garlic sauce, prickly and like a dog. Simmer the sweet carrot butter or the dusty potatoes together, soak the bread in a sauce mixed with gravy, and soak the bread in a chopped sauce. Biting the pieces of meat, Pordina sipped the Carbonara-style pasta, making a noise as it came. The slight soggy taste and the distinctive flavor of butter exploded in chain in the mouth of the keeper, causing the happy juice to pour out of his brain in a daze. Dirty. Dirty anyway. Eating like a hungry wild dog, but somehow Meryandale, feeling a man in the cleanliness of the sawdust, clutches his hand with a fork and groans. Nelly pulls the chair and keeps it away from the collector. It was the only way to protect oneself from the splashing juice.

"Ugh! This is so awesome!

"Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha!

"Are you beasts? Damn, knightly things, always have character during meals."

As Victoire cleverly wrapped the pasta around the tip of the fork, Liza, who was next door, bit that chunk all the time. Chiru, swallowing a bunch of pasta, showed his white teeth and laughed happily. Victoire dropped his neck disappointingly and, once again, returned to the task of wrapping pasta around the fork.

Dawn, early morning. Across the rest of the day, the collectors again headed to an office where the Adventurers' Union (Guild) was located in order to attack the dungeons. Members who were highly fatigued in the Ten Hierarchy Guardian Beast Battle have been removed. Naturally, they barked and clung with the camp on the way out, so it still took a waste of time to put things away.

Sizka and Hannah wait at home for therapy.

Dorothea, Karen, and Liza wait at home to replenish their magic.

Nelly is absent because of her normal business at the office.

Hilda stands by at home for home security.

"Good luck, everyone. Looking forward to the good news -"

"... you're coming too."

"Nyah. It's been a tough day."

The healer Hilda is a valuable healer. As long as I'm fine, I'm not going to let go.

The avant-garde are Victoire, Pordina and Artemisia.

To Zhongwei, the Collector, Hilda, Mary, Lacey and Rudge.

As a rear alert, Loulou was placed this time.

A total of nine. It divides ten people, which is the aptitude factor of the clan, but there was no way to do it.

Compared to the first time, the thickness of the avant-garde disappeared, but given the long battle ahead, it would also appear to have been somewhat over-specified placement.

"In the meantime, let's be a few elite"

Once we got to the office, as we expected, it was busy among the adventurers, talking about the patron beast crusade yesterday.

"Besides, if you look closely, it's sticky."

Even the keeper who can't read the letters of this world roughly grasped the meaning of the sticky paper. Yesterday, for the first time in the history of the Adventurers' Union (Guild), everyone was boiling back.

"That's Artemisia, the dragon killer saint! I thought I'd do it someday!

"They cleaned it up quickly with a small number of people. The Wu Yingjie people can't deny it!

"At the very least, I'd like you to have one of my hair, for the edge!

"Hey, Artemisia, does anybody know you? Or, let's push them to the White Cross Knights crawl!

The adventurers are waiting to celebrate Artemisia's achievements in the Guardian Beast Hunt and to see the scene of a rare hero.

"Uh, this is a pattern of Mr. Klund eating walnuts."

When Hilda looked funny and laughed, Artemisia shrunk her body like she was in trouble, and the collector was stripping her eyeballs with a bright red face. Naturally. The very existence of the Collector was a no-mark in the Adventurers' Union (Guild), while the hopes for Artemisia, where rumors were walking alone, were swelling, as blurred. At first, he was a treasurer who was revealing his anger, but as the enthusiasm of the people grew with the passage of time, his intentions when he left the mansion were not shadowed to look like a squished balloon, and no more could his face look like a sick wild dog.

"I wonder if I can go home now..."

"Ahhh. Mr. Klund is losing his temper. Look, guys, praise and praise!

Hilda drove aggressively, gathered together, and comforted him. When we all complimented the child, he recovered a few minutes later.

"What a man. But what do we do? You can't bring Artemisia in like this."

Victoire glanced half-eyed at the subject tense who was getting smaller.

Nothing, it's not her fault, but she'll be full of sorry as Artemisia dressed up to take away the credit of the man she admires.

"Why do you have to suffer from the adventure?"

"Enough. Look, everybody stand in line for me."

When Rudge lined everyone up by the stairs in front of the office entrance, he took out the star's magic book Astro Grimoire and applied the technique of perception inhibition.

"Wow. You've got a pink mist."

Meriandale shook her hips left and right, circling her eyes to a mass of magic that followed her around.

"I really don't know if this is a good idea."

Lacey picks around her sleeve in a mixed tone of confusion as she retightens her sandy (sandy blonde) hair with a string. The fog of magic has a strange viscosity, and it seems very unsettling that it drifts around the body without leaving.

"I'm not disappearing. Right, you're only making it harder to notice, and if you call it out loud from here, a well-behaved person would easily spot it. In short, you think you've become a carpet queer. Normally, no one would care about the minor difference in foot."

"That's Dr. Rudge's thankful technique. Everybody move slowly and quickly to keep the wild horses out of sight."

"Don't give unscrupulous instructions. Stupid stuff."

"Yes, sir. Oh, my God, the maids aren't moving on either."

"So don't touch my ass one way or the other. You shameless bastard!

The collector was distracted and eagled Victoire's ass with both hands from behind, jumping back and kicking away behind her, even the lashes rolled out quickly, gorgeously.

"Ko, Ko! Evolving!?

"... just move it around. My magic will run out."

The guards standing in front of the front door don't change a single eyebrow, even while the collectors are hiding their voices by the stairs. And when I thought about it and looked closely, I kept my eyes closed, and I stood up to sleep. Are you all right with this, unionists? Quite simply, when you break into the office, people are blind to the talking Virgin whether Rudge's magic is working well. Shimmer and Nelly, who was poking her cheek cane at the reception counter, gently rushed over as the collector laughed spirally at the bottom of his belly. Hey, what happened to the magic, the zodiac man thought.

"Hey, are you seeing us?

……

Nelly turned her index finger twirling over her head when she got a suspicious look.

Who, Pa. Conoyalo.

When I looked at Rudge reflexively, she shrugged her shoulders small in the wind that she didn't know.

I had no choice, so I told him I was telling him I was doing the magic of perception inhibition.

"Oh. Really? I thought I'd lost my mind."

"Hey, it's happening again. That's a good one. I'm like a troubled one with a bad head all the time."

"'Cause it's something I don't really understand all day at 46: 00. I'm worried about you as my wife. Yeah, well, I had something to give you."

"Don't lie to me sarah, Nelly."

The collector looked inside when he received the handed pieces of paper. Apparently, the content is a map of the dungeon. Route, a red brush, is embedded in the narrow pavement drawn with a fine brush. When I look up, Nelly pells out her tongue with one eye closed, thumbing up.

Honestly, I got in trouble because it's pretty cute.

"Actually, it's just here. The map records the shortest route to the seventeenth tier, created in the Adventurers' Union (Guild). Take advantage of the hard work of stealing it and borrowing it."

"Didn't you get scared of Sarah right now?

"With this, you can shorten the seven-day process to one day."

"I admitted it! I just admitted it!

"I was hanging in there for Klund. Heh."

"... this is a dismissal case, normally"

It is document embezzlement. The collector shivered his hand holding the map into small pieces, turning his gaze to Nelly, who looked up at himself to the top. If you think about it, you did it for yourself, my husband, but crime is a crime. My gaze dances somewhat to the grudge.

"I can't believe you made me sin... you're such a jerk"

"I command you to do it. Yeah, yeah!! Let's go. All right, all right, well done."

"But you also affirm..."

Rudge snuffs and crushes. The collector deliberately coughed when he stopped the hand that was stroking Nelly's head.

"You have to find out, you have to find out...! Come on, people!!

It doesn't make sense to ask a man named Zao for general good sense.

The offense of the eleventh hierarchy began with enthusiasm.

The last time I marked it, I use the power of the Demon Stone to transfer it.

As we descended the loosely sloped stairs, we reached a dark world mixed with mold and dust.

When the lantern was turned on, the feet, which were not certain, became clear.

"Okay. Get the map out."

When the collector widened the map Nelly gave him, he asked Rudge to check the direction of the journey.

Unlike the other day, avant-garde firepower has declined significantly. Going forward, the number of monsters will gradually increase and the number of offensive days will surely increase. In doing so, what is needed is individual endurance and, more importantly, no injury than speed in a sense. No matter how fast you move forward, if you get injured and fall off the party, you'll need time to get back.

Operation takes care of life.

"Then I'll take care of it, I'm so good at it. Whatever happens, I'll run away, run away, run away, survive to the end."

"Hilda..."

Lacey laughs bitterly at Hilda's words.

"No, that's the truth in a way. Everyone also wants you to make it your top priority to protect your life first if you get screwed. Don't push it, work with safety first."

"Are you the construction supervisor?"

As the collector pulled his coat around his shoulder, he ignored Victoire's scratch and gave the clan instructions to move forward. The shadow of a distant labyrinth that spreads through the sky. Darkness, yet, is deep.