Dungeon+Harem+Master

The effect of "Kame Road" received from Nelly was outstanding. As you walk the path you are accustomed to going through, the line proceeds lightly. Light up at your feet and you'll see how many adventurers would have stepped on and consolidated the trace. There are no particularly dangerous areas. By the way, I put in a small pause and kept moving, eventually, I went out into a large swollen space.

"Something's warm."

Meriandale moved her face left and right with a trick like a child squirrel, pinching the tip of the stall over her shoulder. If you do say so, there's a little warmth in the dark.

"Look. There's traces of burning. Someone who came first was resting here."

At the end of the stick that Victoire picked up, he's groping the remaining charcoal. When the collector moved Cantera and gazed ahead of the darkness, he heard a cute belly beep.

"Aww.... hey, I'm hungry"

Hilda covered her face with both hands, dyeing her cheeks with shame. It is somewhere more than I can imagine from everyday words and deeds.

When the collector announced the great pause, he decided to take a snack. Ordered Pordina to boil the water and remove the portable food. A hard-burned biscuit. When you make tea for the number of people in the hot water you prepare, order Lacey to pound sugar into the contents. The smell was fluffy and sweet, drifting around. Women instinctively like sweet things. Even if you don't call me, I'm attracted to the smell and like an ant, I want to go around the camad. A hasty Lacey leaned further at the sugar pot angle in a hurry. In light and darkness, white sugar dazzles my eyes. Full of expectations, the women's eyes sparkled like stars.

"Dobo Dobo. Wow. I think I put a little too much in there."

"You can have more. Sweet things can take away fatigue. All right, hand him out to everyone."

"Yes, sir. Look, Junban, Junban."

"Your husband. Please sit down."

"Mmm."

The collector grabbed the biscuit as he sat on the floor table prepared by Pordina. When you take the time to chew, the dark flavour of butter spreads through your mouth. That's right, it's for preservation. The thickness is different, unlike that of the merged commercials. People in the modern world can't help but think it's something else because of their biting muscles, all of them, eating it with a lot of ridicule that is impossible for the old man to chew through. Even Rudge, who has a delicate jaw like a glass worker, is eating in an unexpected way. Crushing a hard biscuit was such a physical task for a collector who was generally used to eating something soft. Good luck, move your teeth.

(What am I... awesome, isn't it?)

"Your husband? How have you been?"

"No, I don't know. Thanks to my weak teeth lately, this biscuit is hard."

"Are you an old man..."

Everyone laughs at Victoire's words. Pordina starts to shatter with a tremendous noise, cheeks full of biscuits in her mouth with a clue. You guessed the intent, and a few blued your face sassy. No way, and, no more, will erode their brains. At the end of the crisp chewing noise, Pordina advanced one step forward, shrugging her mouth.

"Po, Pordina? I wonder what you're doing."

"Oh, my God, I'm not gonna give you a booby boom."

"Hey, lie. Seriously -?"

No matter how beautiful the girl is, its shape, approaching with things in her mouth, is a bit compelling to pull. Naturally, the collector slightly defies the body. It wasn't Pordina who missed it. Her eyes instantly hold the head of the Lord and bring her lips together as she gleams like a starving beast. There is no escape. The surroundings burst out with a roaring voice.

The collector feels his lips forced to crack with his hot tongue, tears eyes. There was no time to think about it, and a fragment of the biscuit that had been chewed up in Pordina's mouth poured in with soggy noise. A blend of nuggeted grain and saliva, you can't refuse it. Or so she has, with the misguided care of the Lord's intentions, pushed the drizzled biscuits' fluvial diet into her mouth as if it were a mother bird feeding the chicks.

"Ah, ah, ah"

"Nah, what are you doing -!

"Oh, that's crazy. Guys, I don't think that's..."

"A pervert! This guy was a pervert after all!!

As Pordina poured the chewed object into the Lord's mouth without a trace, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and looked around at his fellow noisy with a clear face, as usual. The tail, contrary to the expression, is well distracted from left to right.

"... anything?

"Something, no! Are you always doing that to this man here?

Victoire withered his voice and disputed, keeping his eyes closed, sticking his fingertips to Pordina, even as if he had seen something dirty. Even while you do that, you can't keep up with what happened in front of you, your cheeks are dyed by Zhu like ripe apples, and from the top of your head is the momentum that "shuuuu" and steam are likely to blow out.

"No? First time, though. But as a slave, I wondered if it was natural for the Lord to perceive what he would want and do it quickly and accurately."

"I call that an anomaly...! Hey, hey! Guys!!"

When Victoire shouted as he looked back, the first Meryandale to return to me quickly reached for the remaining biscuits. With that hand, Hilda, Lacey and Loulou continued, lost for a moment, Artemisia, last Rudge to take glasses imitated.

Squeaks, and only the sound of chewing biscuits echoes in the dark. A frightened collector tries to quickly rise from the floor number, falling. Pordina, who was behind it, could not have missed it, and took the Lord suckingly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Now, Wataruhi-kura, yakoyahi-kura, yakoyahi-kura, yakoyahi-kura, yakoyahi-kura, yakoyahi-kura, yakoyahi-kura, yakoyahi-kura."

That's how Hilda increased the rate of biting in to top speed.

It was clear that they were trying to act horribly in unison with Pordina's actions. No matter how many beautiful women are, you can't go on and eat snacks mixed with as many as seven saliva. A fright runs in the face of the treasurer. Victoire retreated from a group of people who were swelling their cheek bags like squirrels. That was an instinctive reaction.

"Kuh, it's crazy. You guys are really crazy... I refuse to take part in anything like this. Klander's not a kid. 'Cause that's almost gero how... Hey, hey, wait a minute. It's Hilda. Let go. Get your hands off me. Hey eh!? Stop, hey, whoa!!

"Mmm."

Hilda shook her face left and right with a grin in the wind that she couldn't get out of company.

After this, the collector was able to eat a portable meal full of stomach and succeeded in replenishing it without any energy problems. Although the mental aspect lacked endless stability.

Mark the end of the great pause and leave the swell. Goodbye, and I did my hand to my lower abdomen, watching Hilda wave sideways. Something feels loose. Speaking of which, however, it was obvious that it would be a domestic dispute. I miss Victoire, who has obviously begun to distance himself, while even going down the Kame Road.

The first enemy we met in the eleventh hierarchy was a great eyeball, floating in the darkness.

The monster, known as Monoaye, was, as its name suggests, an inferior species with an ugly shape with thin pink tentacles snapped into the giant eyeballs held by adults.

At first glance, the part where food is consumed is not visible, but in fact, behind the tentacles gathered by stopping at the back, there is a mouthpiece to feed, an omnivorous organism that captures and eats small animals with arms similar to those of the colon.

The battle began in a corridor where about five adults could spread out and walk.

"Yeah, what is it? What, that?

"Hilda, the more you loosen at the bottom of the cellar, the more visible such monsters are. Come!"

Rin voice. That said Artemisia grabbed the spear and ran out first.

The number of enemies is convenient.

Let her be, and Pordina and Victoire will storm.

The mono-eyes are about four bodies out front, even if they spread all over the road. If this is the case, you won't lose the competition due to the difference in numbers. The monster sees the imminent Artemisias as prey, and swings down his tentacles like a munchkin.

"Hey!

Pordina barked bravely and softly, wielding full force a great sword weighing more than ninety kilograms. When the blacksmiths were swinging through horizontally, the tentacles of the mono-eyes were blown apart, breaking the spring onions. Losers and Victoire and Artemisia also turn to enemy shadows.

"All right, good."

As the collector stuffed his breath and watched the fierce battle, Rudge immediately performed a magic book to unleash the false and flaming spear Altana Flame Lance, a technique of fire attributes. The orange-dyed spear of fire drew a parabola and jumped over the avant-garde, which continued to fight, burning down the three bodies that were behind it.

As Victoire tried to dance and watched as he buzzed the Ten Kings sword into the black-eyed part of the mono eye, he heard a teasing scream behind his back.

"I'm gonna help you. - Hey!

As the collector rushed back, he was grabbed by his tentacles and there was a figure of Meryandale floating about a metre above ground in space with a hoof.

"Ngu! Why are you here? Ooh!?

Already, Loulou, who was wary of the rear, has pulled out his knife and carried out a slash with two mono eyes.

"This, this whoa. Let go of Mary. Bye!"

Lacey, who was nearest, waving a short sword with an unfamiliar hand gesture, but you don't deal with something like that, and so on, the mono-eye that captured Meryandale slipped through the sky and disappeared into the darkness.

"Crand, this is no good! They have a habit of taking the bait back to the nest hole and breaking it down alive and eating it!! Never let them get away with it!

Rudge strikes a flaming arrow out of the Book of Magic with a scream, but Monoeye flies away quickly with some of his tentacles burned.

(No kidding! How dare you make my merry a fucking eyeball dinner!!

"Rudge, I've got this place! I'm going after Mary. Hilda, follow me."

"Ugh."

As the collector left the party, he pursued the fleeing mono-eye with all his might.

I've already moved off the regular route, but I don't have time to take a long look at the map. As he leaped into the open cavity area, he pointed the cantera in his hand in the direction in which Meriandale's voice spoke. The mono-eye, while holding each human, travels upwards through the void along inclined walls. Already, ten meters away from where the collector is. In the rock shelf near the ceiling, a small horizontal hole was seen. Perhaps the end leads to their nest hole. I didn't have time to hesitate. It hurts that Karen's not here. As I clenched my teeth hard, I reached back and screamed.

"Hilda, stone, stone!

"Yes."

The collector, as he approached the full limit of the wall, let him shoulder from the beautiful motion and cast a stone. His body was no longer complete beyond the realm of the ordinary man with the super-recovery ability of repeated battles and the power of the crest. A sphere of stone released from his fingertips, flying upright in darkness, broke through the body of the mono-eye and inhibited the abridgement of Meriandale. Bo, the blunt sound of the meat blowing. At the same time, a woman's scream strikes her ear.

"Throw it, okay, protect it, okay, Torah!!

Pooh, and Meryandale thrown into the universe. They fall upside down. At your feet, there are countless rattled rocks sticking out, and if you hit your body as it is, the serious illness is a horror that could go straight into the afterlife as it is.

"Mr. Klund. Keep it up, straight! Yeah, yeah, I'm never gonna drop it."

"Wow! Hey, catch it!!

The collector quickly calculated Meriandale's falling point, reflected inside Hilda's pointed cantera, and caught the ball in different dimensions. Even with extraordinary power, it is not easy to hug every human person who has fallen from ten meters. Bite your back teeth hard for a resounding impact on your lumbar bones.

"Safe"

"Aww... thank you"

The collector exhaled for a long time as he pinched a fragment of his tentacles stuck to Meryandale's body, still turning his eyes. It was about to be a catastrophe. From fear or Mary, she just happens to follow me around. Already, being a jerk, as he gently stroked his cheek, Hilda, who had roasted a yakimochi from behind, jumped towards his hips. I can't help but get out of balance.

"Ah, so."

"Go! What are you doing? By Hilda."

"Ugh. I can't flirt with you. I'm not gonna flirt with you."

"Ahhh. There's a little cobble in the forehead of the cland."

"It's terrible, Mary. Oh, my God. That's what giving back is about."

"Don't subtly blame me!... said, uh!

Meryandale quickly ran out of the circle of people tangled in the dough state, toward the corner of the rock shadow.

"Ammo!?

"... what are you doing, he's..."

As the collectors stared with white eyes, Meriandale restarted herself as she tongued out. Thanks to falling from a high spot and being suddenly loosened, I can't tell you how abnormal my foot was on the Triple Half Regulation. Still, when she reached a certain point, trying to bluff, she put her knees on the ground and raised her voice from the tip of her head.

"Ugh! Liar! Liar! Awesome!

"Mm-hmm. This smells like money. Mr. Klund, go! Yes!"

"Hey!? Wait, heh heh heh."

Hilda runs to Meryandale's place for a small run. The treasurer was pushed and rolled over, crushing his jaw against a larger rock to extinguish it.

"Come on, come on! If you want to pick it up, let me see it too!

"Look, this is it! I found it!

"Doragi. That's a mushroom. Oh, too."

Hilda instantly lost interest, seeing the mushrooms she received from Meryandale, who offered them in a delightful way. It was "however…" poisonous mushrooms, about the size of the palm, with the whole colored in shocking pink and poisonous dark orange spots.

Neither can the Founding Fathers, who are finally back on their feet, forbid them to laugh bitterly as they rub their heads.

"What. Me, I sound amazing, so I thought I'd found the treasure every now and then. Mine, give it back from time to time! You occasional drobo!

"Ugh. That's Hilda from business. But I was wondering if you could still stay calm after asking about the price of this Momoirohiuchi Button Dake. Phew."

"Hey, what are you talking about me now, Dis?

"Oh, my God, this is rare among rare traded in the materials store! It's a super and fancy mushroom that costs 50,000 p (pounds) a bottle!!

"Heh...?

Cantera's light in Meryandale's hands moves ahead of Hilda's gaze, completely frozen. There, mushrooms flocked to each other, as if punched with pink paint. There, even with few estimates, more than a hundred or two hundred Momoirohiuchi Button Dake stood up to each other. 50,000 P (pounds sterling) is equivalent to about 500,000 yen in Japanese yen. Even if we harvest two hundred bottles, we're close to 100 million. It was a lot of money.

The collector saw a phantom in Hilda's eyes that turned into a $number with the sound of the effect of the opening cache of the cash register.

"Ow! I love you! There you go! What are you doing? Whoa!! I need to pick up more and more. Whoa! You can't buy dreams for money."

"Ooh. All right, I got it."

The three immersed themselves in a mushroom hunt, forgetting that they were in a danger zone for a moment.

Hilda's move to prune a momomoirohiuchi button dake as possessed is an accurate and unparalleled move reminiscent of years of craftsmanship. Meryandale is harvesting mushrooms, too. The collector silently turned to the supporting role as he removed his black coat from his shoulder.

"Hey, I picked a lot of them."

"Try this, it's fun to hunt mushrooms"

"Treasure, treasure!

Meryandale was also a hockey face, forgetting that he was on the verge of being drawn to the monster's nest hole with one more breath and being delicious. Up to Hilda, he teases the hem of his skirt and wraps his mushrooms to the fullest. I see chillies, white raw feet, but I probably don't think anything about it. The power of money was great. By the way, I'm carrying it painstakingly because when Meryandale was caught, he dropped a magical compression bag that compressed and stored matter from space to space.

"It's amazing, Mary! I counted exactly! There were two hundred and seventeen. Yikes!

"Good for you, Hilda. Now I can feed my little ones a full stomach of rice."

"Hey, Mary. It's like I'm worthless."

"Uh. 'Cause, actually, Mr. Kland-"

What the collectors have in their hands is, in fact, like a "mountain of gold". Forget he was attacked, too, and his footsteps were light everywhere. But it was the maid knight who exposed her anger, raging and mad with her fury haired heaven poked at her, who welcomed the three returning with a cowardice.

"You guys heh! How worried do you think people are?! Reflect!!

"Yes."

"Shh, shh, shh"

"It's all Mr. Klund's fault. I'll let you hear it often..."

"You're the one who lacks the most reflection. Ahhh!!

"Npi. Don't spit on me. Yikes. Anyway, I don't have that kind of hobby."

When Hilda covers her face with her hands, reluctant to be overflown with excitement, a blood vessel rises on Victoire's blue-white forehead, picky, and. Out of anger, Artemisia and Rudge forced Victoire to hold him back from behind, emitting a strange, unspoken voice. As it is, there could be a killing in the company.

"Hey, don't irritate her any more. I don't care if you're safe, but can you give us a little thought as to how worried we were? Victoire changed his blood phase and searched around for me. I've been hunting mushrooms for a while. - Well, if you say so, you should want to complain about it."

"I'm sorry, Rudge. We were wrong."

You were struck by sincere words, Hilda and Mary embarrassed themselves for their actions and thanked them honestly. The collector looked like a bad bat, but he snapped small "sorry".

"Why can't you honestly listen to my words and listen to Rudge!!

"I don't know why... Hey, come on, what the hell. Shimura! Behind you, behind you."

"Huh? Simla? What are you talking about... Nyah."

As the collector held Victoire's hips with a gooey grip, he pulled out the holy sword "Black Lion” that sat on his hips with his right hand. At an unstoppable speed to his eyes, something like a red munchkin flies in for Victoire's torso.

"Konno!!

As the collector swung through the long sword, the red munchies made a noise and were torn apart, spraying blue and black blood around. You felt the mutation, and Loulou threw the knife at hand, staring at the darkness. An alien creature screamed in a voice that seemed to force rusty gear to rub together.

"I'll hear more about the sermon later. Apparently, there's an extra order in there!

Over the carcass of Monoai, the monster revealed himself from the darkness.

Reminiscent of the legendary Great Turtle Archeron, supposedly present in the ancient medieval White Ascendant, estimated to be over three metres long, the monster supposedly only inhabiting the dungeon, the cave turtle unexpectedly advanced in a agile motion, he poked his huge mouth open, wrapped his damaged bright red tongue around it and stored it.

"Klund, that's a monster who stretches his tongue to paralyze and prey on bait, called a cave tortoise. In particular, huge mouths have strong biting muscles that chew even iron out. Don't get too close to fight."

Rudge entered the chanting position when he flew back and opened the Book of Magic.

"Okay! There's an idiot who already has a special attack!

At the end of the gaze of the collector, the bloody dungeon, already rising high into the universe and waving its sword, had the hindsight of an incompatible maid. Victoire was distancing himself, cutting a dragonfly in the void as he sounded a clear metal sound, a blow to the giant methyl of the cave tortoise.

"Damn. What a hard one. Hey, Rudge! What's this guy's weakness!

"Um, the brain muscle ass-made... Al, Pordina! Go on! I'll cover Victoire!! Scatter as much as you can, and don't let them take aim!

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

"Submit!!

The cave tortoise has already been crushed in the right eye with a throwing knife released earlier by Loulou, and he can't seem to grasp the distance well, moving his hands and feet jitterily as he stretches his groove and neck. The temper flashed. The turtle quickly pulled his neck in, as Pordina slammed the bragging machete down vertically but sensibly felt the blade wind.

"Ugh. I'm not sure."

"I'll take care of it! Whoa!

Artemisia barked over three meters of the Virgin's spear (Holy Lance) and bravely protruded forward. Hotip, shimmering silverly, stood on the right foreleg of the cave tortoise, which was defenseless. Artemisia pushes the spear into her legs with force on both arms. Intense waterfall-like momentum leads to fluids of dolphins and blue and black tortoises. A strong stench pounded around his rotten nose.

Until between, Rudge activated the false and muddy Altana Black Bog of earthly attributes and collapsed the scaffolding of the cave tortoise when he completed the magical chant. Hard rocky ground instantly liquefies and turns into a sea of dreary black mud. The cave tortoise, unable to support more than two tons of giants, wolfed and rammed its limbs like crazy.

But still, I can't get my neck out. A tortoise pulled into the armor takes time to pull it out.

"How about this one?"

The collector who turned behind him wielded his long sword horizontally and significantly damaged his back leg. Over the pain, the cave tortoise rings low in a pitiful voice. I can't afford pity. When signaled by the eyes alone, Loulou and Pordina blamed the remaining two legs for a breathtaking combination.

"Not yet! Bake him round."

The instructions of the collector fly. Just waiting, Rudge approached him slightly, chanting the false and flaming spear "Altana Flame Lance" from the Book of Magic, with the tortoise's pulled neck hanging, and continued to release the firepillar.

but cave tortoises are also a guide. With his neck shrunk, the battle fell into an adhesive state.

A rush appeared on Rudge's face. Even though we use the power of the Book of Magic, controlling two types of earthly and fire attributes at the same time is indescribable with a great deal of spiritual power. The equilibrium suddenly collapsed. The cave tortoise stretched its neck vigorously, poking at the weakened gap in Rudge's firepower. It is just a length of confusion with a snake. Rudge, who had protruded to be drawn in, remained defenseless and barbed. At a comma zero second speed, Hilda stretches the defensive junction of sacred sorcery forward, but the cave tortoise protrusion made sure to rip thin skins, continuing to bite through them. Targeting the prey, a giant jaw opens wide.

"Yep!

Outside the view of the cave tortoise. From side to side, Meryandale threw away the wrap that he had in his pompous, empty mouth. An exciting shocking pink object was thrown down in the rain.

Bahun, and misty spores leak and spread from the agate of the great tortoise, spreading into the air.

"Stay away. That mushroom is fiercely poisonous!

Momoirohiuchi Button Dake thrown by Meriandale was a toxic mushroom with intense hypnosis, besides being highly medicinal.

If you are human, it is a silo thing that stops your heart just from swallowing cakera.

That's right, the big turtle couldn't stop blunting his movements.

Were you waiting for that time? All Pordina had to do was reach the cave ceiling and climbed high. The sword in my hand rolled a fearless blade wind, and I roared. A dull sound echoed that deeply cut off the meat. As the Cave Turtle's Terminator flowed, a blue and black blood stream erupted violently from the fissures of the flesh like a fountain, tapping the surrounding rock skin sharply. The severed turtle's big neck is flying but persistently aimed at Rudge. Lacey, who was by her side, tried to push her down and hugged her and managed to escape the orbit of her big neck. The cut neck of the cave tortoise was instantly crushed when it bit the sticking rock out. It is this power to die.

"Daijibu!

The treasurer snapped and ran over with a sea of blood, attracting Lacey and Rudge with her shoulders still trembling. When I managed to get through to the two obsessed, I gave Cantera and illuminated the head of a large turtle whose neck was the only one. Cloudy round eyes. I'm releasing resentment somewhere. The unique blood of the raw odor that pokes his nose seems abominable, forcing him to swallow up the nausea that stirs him up. My chest hurts terribly.