Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Wake up, Klando!

"Fluffy, what?"

The collector was showered with a big voice in his ear and forced to drag him out of the dream world.

Damn, you looked handsome in a little bit more......

No matter what you do in your dreams. Apparently, Rudge fell asleep en route to deciphering the mysterious ancient letters that surfaced on the wall.

In front of me, Rudge's face jumps in as he runs his eyes blood. My heart almost stopped.

"What's that face?"

"No, I don't want anything else."

Before he knew it, he also fell asleep against the wall.

When I wake up, the feeling that I was blunt and numb becomes sharp.

- That, what is this feeling?

The important part of the groin is mozzled. Did even strange worms get in? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Liza was diving in between her crotches and jerking off on an important part of the collector.

I have big, crisp eyes blinking. The collector was stunned by too many things.

"What are you doing?"

"Yeah, I work hard as a wife."

Liza licked her tethered lips up with a bright red tongue and replied cheerfully.

The mouth glowing with saliva is terribly sensual.

Was this it? The identity of the dream.

The collector was good at it.

"Are you sure?

I asked Rudge unexpectedly. He was as faceless as Nobu.

"... there's no way. This is a penalty."

As Rudge narrowed his eyes softly and squealed his fingers, Meryandale and Karen, who had been bickering away, detained Liza and dragged her in cheats and darkness. Watching the sight made me feel disgusted, like I heard Kijibato squeal under cloudy weather.

"Hey, it's a penalty. No, what is it?"

"Do you want to know? Really?"

"I knew it would be fine"

Rudge's eyes also looked like earthen doves because of his mind, and the collector struck out the question.

"You're awake."

When I got up with the dust on my knees, Sizka, who was arm-wrapped in the distance, ran for a little run and leaned next to me. Tight, and her little shoulder sticks to her arms. I feel high body temperature like a child and somewhat dusty.

"Um, Dr. Rudge. Have you solved the mystery of this ancient letter?"

"Yeah. I could probably decipher it."

Rudge has his neat lips nimmarized and seems to enjoy closing and opening the magic book in his hand.

Seeing how it was, Artemisia, among her closest companions, who would have been the longest acquaintance, looked, "Wow". This was a tediously lengthy omen.

"Mm-hmm. Well, let's just ask. Probably something to do with the trap in front of you."

……

"What, are you going to shut up there?

Meriandale put in a scratch.

"That's enough. I don't have any more kiri. Rudge, let me know what you were able to decipher. Briefly."

"Huh. Leave it to me."

- A long time ago story about going back now. Two of the countries of Ro and Latatonia flourished greatly on this continent. The two nations fought for a long time for the hegemony of the continent and fought countless wars. War wounds, hunger and plagues never ceased on the earth. Christopher XIII, the wise king of the Land of Lo, worried about this, gave himself knees and begged the State of Latatonia for peace, impatient to continue to see the suffering of the people no more. Meanwhile, both Latatonia and the whole country are in a state of abhorrence, and King Mogase XVIII of Latatonia is in danger of his own throne. As for cumulative eggs. The thoughts of the two countries did not match, but peace was made. The case opens with a celebratory meeting where harmony is fixed.

"Wait a minute! Just give me a minute! I should be brief. It's Mr. Rudge. This story, oh man, how much longer will it last!

"- Right. In a nutshell, maybe ten more hours."

They looked gessy together. Is it painful for Karen to hear any more stories? She still distorts her face so much that she seems to cry out. This was a crisis of clan collapse.

"It's a long time! I need more help! Because it's the least I can do. At a level that even elementary school junior year can tell!

"What's a shogaksey?

"It's your level of intelligence!

Did Liza mistakenly think she was praised, muffled and her nostrils swollen and her chest stretched? Actually, the collector is fooling around, but her intelligence index is much higher than the collector's.

"Really? But if you incorporate my interpretation, it'll take a couple more days."

"Who's gone longer. At least squeeze the characters! Because it's not a long-term series of comics. Even the Warlords of the Three Kingdoms can only remember about the Five Tigers. Make it tighter!

"Hmm. But if you squeeze as much as you squeeze, there 'll be about three hundred people in this story."

"Three! Squeeze to three!

"Such an unscrupulous. Well, I guess I can't take advantage of my interpretation."

"From here! I don't want your subjectivity! Just what it says."

The collector painstakingly summed up a legend of his own, read by Rudge from ancient letters.

The story was succinct:

The countries of Ro and Latatonia, which have been at war for a long time.

In the seat of the celebration of harmony, the hero of the Lo Nation, Charles Shabbah, and the queen of the country of Latatonia, Lilianne, fall into a forbidden love.

The King of Lo Nation sends a poison cup to the hero Shah Shabah in order to settle the wrath of King Ratatonia, who was crushed Menz and angry with his mind.

Suffering boredom from the loyalty of the king and the love of the queen of the enemy kingdoms, Shah Shabbah consequently chooses death, and peace between the two nations becomes.

After the visit of peace, Queen Lillianne enters the monastery and ends her life as Ni.

The queen spent her whole life in the hospital, thinking of Shah Shabbah, and her tears flowed into the great river, which eventually moistened the fertile barn zone.

"Hey, Klando. Why didn't Charles Shabbah kill King Ratatonia? If you turn off those who stand in your way, it will all be your own."

Karen, who was quietly listening to him, expressed a hunting ethnic-like opinion.

"Don't talk back to me! The curtain of the story is down!

"I agree with Karen."

Sizka revealed her will modestly, but also ignored this.

"So, what the hell does this have to do with how to avoid that trap?"

The collector asked Rudge as he dropped his shoulder.

"Come on? I'm going to think about that"

As the collector collapsed to the spot with his navel, he stuck out his lower lip and looked like a bullied monkey.

Meanwhile, Rudge's mood was completely demoralized thanks to his satisfied desire for knowledge.

"Kland. shouldn't we still avoid this tunnel and look for other ways? Given the ancient nature of the inscriptions engraved with this ancient letter, it is clear that no other clan has ever been able to find this. Now the hierarchy below this has already been attacked. I think it's standard to detour."

Opinion of Artemisia. I was extremely serious.

"That's it!

Immediately the collector jumps.

"You can't!

Rudge cut and threw it away in a prickly tone.

"Why not?"

"'Cause it doesn't make any sense what I've worked so hard to decipher."

……

The collector was stunned.

"I want my information to be useful. This ancient letter is littered with grammar and knowledge that has never existed before. Archaeologically very useful."

"I'm an asshole. There's an asshole."

Karen shrugged with a shuddered face, but Rudge let her little nose snort and said, "You don't understand."

The collector's eyes are faint. Rudge has completely reversed the means and results.

- This is a matter of scholarly habit.

Though, in Sad Love Tan, like a soap opera, the contents that can be read from the ancient characters that you have struggled to decipher are unlikely to help you avoid the trap.

The collector stood in front of the tunnel in question as he put his arms together and looked at the city pine patterned floor painted apart into white and black.

It is a regularity that seems blinding just to look at. Receive a lantern from Meriandale to reflect your gaze in the distance. There will be thirty meters. Not very much, but it is unlikely that we can travel to the other side without touching the floor stone with human force.

The Merriandale-style lanterns currently on hand are far more powerful than commercially available, but not enough to look over the entire tunnel without scraping.

"What do you got?

Yeah, yeah, roaring, Meryandale came next door and peered into my face.

"Hmm. I don't know. But I don't think there's anything I can do that I can't get across."

The collector pointed a lantern at the stone statue right next to him. When I touch it, the surface is rough like a light stone. If I gently rub it at my fingertips, it will tear me apart and collapse fine if it has been years since it was made.

"From the ancient inscriptions on the tablet, this is the statue of the samurai on the other side of the queen Lillianne, which belongs to the hero Charles Shabbah."

Rudge took off his glasses and wiped the lens.

The collector did not speak any more. Again, as he drifted to the entrance of the tunnel, he saw the statue of Shah Shabbah positioned far away with a lantern.

When I gazed, I found the statue of Shah Shabbah to be blurry but lateral. Get Karen to see if she's sure. In fact, it was.

Meanwhile, the statue of Lillianne stands with her back turned from the statue of Charles Shabbah on the exit side. Eventually, in the head of the treasurer, one thought emerged clearly.

The collector, as he circled around the pedestal of the statue of Lillianne and crushed it, noticed that only one point was subtly thinly dirty. I don't know, my mouth is loose, and Sizka, who saw it, called out.

"Did you notice something?"

"Oh. I thought I'd accomplish an unrewarded love."

The collector ordered Karen to release an arrow toward the statue of Shah Shabbah set on the other side.

On the tip of the arrow, he placed an order, clawing a small nail and entangling it against a sword bravely erected by the statue of Shah Shabbah.

The distance is only thirty meters.

It is a good bow, good night's eye and no fabrication for a step elf.

Karen caught an arrow in the elphin bow and fired.

There is a fine pull on the buttocks of the arrows with the back nails.

Made by Meriandale to improve, it's durable.

I don't have to worry about cutting it with a little effort.

When the arrows flew quickly, they began to fall at a certain point, stunningly tangled at the root of the sword of the statue of Shah Shabah.

Artemisia pulled the edge of the fine pull to make sure it didn't come off and started pulling hard.

The results were as expected.

At first glance, the stone statue, which seemed fixed on the spot, began to move slowly.

"Okay, I did it"

Making a blunt noise, the statue of Shah Shabbah, when inverted, took shape opposite the collectors on the inlet side.

"Oh no. You look heavy..."

"Maybe that's how it's done. Like this."

The collector gently pressed the pedestal of the Lillianne statue right next to him, approaching Palme, who opened his eyes in surprise.

Despite little effort, the stone statue moved out. The statue of Lillianne made a noise as it stopped on the exit side of the tunnel.

It stops in a way that faces the statues of Lillianne and Charles Shabbah.

At the same time, from the eyes of the statue of Lillianne, a dozen blue and white tears gushed out.

"The statue...!

"I cried!

The women cheer in surprise. Tears eventually increased the water flow like a twisted faucet to the limit, creating a small stream and beginning to soak up the tunnel.

The corridors, which were painted separately with black and white stone slabs, were inclined to an unnoticed extent, or guide the river of flowing tears.

Regardless, there were no lights in the tunnel, but the lights of the lanterns pointed by the collectors, to the extent that they were faintly visible, but the floors of the areas touched by the streams of tears glowed.

"Just as I thought. Maybe this is the answer to the mystery."

"Klando, don't say it!

Sizka hastily pulled the hem of her coat as the collector tried to step into the tunnel. The treasurer grinned wildly as he stroked Sizka's cheek, pompous.

Then slowly walk out on a wet floor stone with water. Every step forward, the floorboard sinks slightly, but the trap I was afraid of didn't activate. As the Zodiac quickly crossed to the other side of the tunnel, the women sounded their kinky voice again, praising the Zodiac's intelligence and gall strength.

"Nah. How did you know that! How did you know that!

Liza is sticking her voice up as she twirls around.

"Hehe. Want to know, huh?"

"Wow, what about Klund? I had no idea how to do that."

Artemisia went with a look of respect.

"I admire you honestly. That's my husband."

Rudge also kept her voice down, but she shuddered slightly as she felt it.

"But. How did you know that stone statues could move?"

Meryandale clinging to his arm.

"That's right, Mary. After much research, part of the pedestal was slightly broken. Besides, the relationship between that thoughtful, ancient inscribed tablet and its story. All the fragments have been telling me," Oh, my God. "

"Heh, heh. But the fact that my bow arm contributed quite a bit is also pretty big, isn't it? But even if I subtract that, it's cool, it's pretty awesome, so I'll give you a special compliment."

Karen paid for the twin tails with her hands.

"Klund......"

Sizka's eyes were heartmarked. At least, that's what it looked like to the collector.

Palme wasn't so much a let go, either, but he complimented the collector who vividly solved the mystery of the trap.

Spring. It is precisely the spring of this world. I am not originally a strict person. When the collector was entertained from all directions, he immediately relieved himself of his guard, saying that he was in a dangerous dungeon.

As soon as we left the tunnel ready, we immediately went to the bottom of the seventeen tiers. Apparently, thanks to that powerful trap, most adventurers would have been forced to bypass. Going down a hill with mixed sand, he confirmed that a text representing "eighteen" was inscribed on the side wall with a Romeless number.

"Look, you guys. We did it. Finally, eighteen tiers!

"Wait, Klando. Don't go ahead on your own."

Artemisia's advice is vain, too, and the collector jumps and dances around like a child. Without any concern, the toe of the shoe began to sink deeply and deeply into a certain point.

"Wow, abuzz"

"What's wrong?"

I feel a tingling crisis in my stomach and jump away. Almost similarly, Palme noticed the hoarder's behavior, approaching alertness.

More than once, the only experience I've had that has put me in danger of my life has said things. Don't come, screaming. No, Palme's feet broke down in momentum. Without time to raise her voice, she buries herself on the ground to her head. dirt. One thing I thought was hard dirt was that it happened to bounce and hit my cheek. Sand. Some of this area is formed of soft sand.

"Don't move!

This was such a mean trap. No, I guess it was originally this kind of terrain. The collector, responding to his voice, for a moment, checked those who had stopped moving and jumped towards Palme, who was already just on his wrist and getting drunk on the ground.... can't make it. She's not a close associate or anything.... I don't know what I would do if I abandoned him.... No, I didn't have time to think about that, I was jumping out.

I grabbed a thin, weak wrist cut into the slightest light of the lantern.

Damn it. Sand. We were swallowed up in the sand. Consciousness grows distant. Darkness. Down to the back of my throat, dried sand presses against my karakara. Consciousness makes a further noise and collapses. Unobstructed, as I moved my body, I couldn't figure out what it might be.

"Klund, Klund......!

I heard voices from afar. The collector shook his head as he jumped with Gabba, spitting heavily out the accumulated sand in his mouth. In front of him, Palme was shivering his lips with his pale eyes shining. Is the edge of the eye strangely red and swollen because of the sand in it?

Speaking of which, I feel somewhat bright here. Moving the point of view overhead, the ceiling is blue-white and blurry. Is it a form of cockerel that is said to emit light?

The collector stuck his hands to the ground and accidentally struck his tongue at the feel of the rustling sand. At the same time, he looked around and was stunned. It's a wall. It's a sand wall.

"Apparently, we've fallen into a sand pit."

From Palme, when he received a small pine light, he got up and walked around the area. If you notice, the collectors were rolling on the bottom of the sand that had become a bowl. Shin, he's quiet.

Apparently, it would be reasonable to assume that from near the entrance of the eighteenth hierarchy, it fell so far. The collector turned off the lights by burying the tip of the pine light in the sand.

"Oh, what are you doing"

"Save Fuel"

The collector approached the wall of sand when he gave Matsumitsu to Palme. Looking up over your head, the slope is nearly sixty degrees. When I gently poked my fingertips in, I felt the unusual fineness of the grain on my skin and was stunned.

This is not going to be a scaffold.

Getting ready, I started climbing the wall. When I poked my toe in, I buried it all the way to my ankle. Do you think we can do something about this? Balancing and stepping in further. Three or four steps forward, suddenly the eating intensified. If you notice, you bury it all the way around your hips.

The treasurer leaned, leaned, leaned, and leaned, pulling his face against the lack of response. It's like a feather worm tangled in a spider's nest. The more you move, the more sand that flows in from all directions will seal your movements.

Where the sand came to my throat, I somehow decided to give up. As he returned to his original position, bouncing his breath, Palme carefully combed the sand on his hair with his hands.

"I already did it."

"Fuck you."

The fine sand bounced off his white, thin fingertips and flew. The treasurer paid off the sand on his forehead so that the wild dog that fell into the river would tremble. Palme complains with her lips pointing at her. I'm thirsty when I do it.

Then we realized that we had little equipment and distorted our faces. Gently, when I did my hand on the lumbar bag, the bag with the soaked water rang out chappy. Palme stares at his index finger. A long sigh leaked.

"Holla, drink."

"... okay?

"Oh. But don't drink everything. We don't know if reinforcements are coming."

"Yeah. Thanks!

When Palme looked at Nico, he jumped on the bag he had been offered and drank it.

Every time I swallow, my little throat moves. The collector felt a different colour tone in the movement, causing his eyes to run naturally. You noticed that gaze, Palme openly looked nasty and returned the water bag.

"I appreciate the help, but I don't feel like it at all."

"... well, that's nice"

"I'll go ahead, but I'm essentially a bad guy,"

"That's an odd encounter. Neither do I. But unfortunately, I like girls. And there's no one here to block the two of us from getting along. You know what that means."

"Ha. I guess that's what I thought."

Palme shook his neck violently, left and right, and sighed, as troubled as he was when he groaned, "This is why the man..." etc.

"Kland.I 'm going to make a little shocking confession right now. Be prepared."

"Should I take my pants off?

"Nothing, you don't have to take it off, and I don't want to be shown such a poor minister"

"What an arrogant shore......! You'd better burn it in your eyes."

"That's only the kind of thing that's a child size, isn't it"

"You're not a child size, are you? Even if it's not as good as a beer bottle, it's good for the ladies."

"Don't be too stupid. too."

"Well, after all, what are you talking about?"

"Didn't you mix it up? Huh. Don't get tired, really."

As Palme dropped his shoulder, a landslide occurred. Dodo, besides, sounded loud, and part of the west collapsed suddenly. Palme shook his shoulder vividly and solidified in a strange pose. Tickling, she smiled and coughed deliberately with a bright red face.

"Even so, you don't seem to believe me, but I'm a man"

"Seriously! Then let's compare our penises!

"I won't! And, no! When I say that I am a man mentally, I declare in advance that it is only painful to be compelled to do so in this situation. I'm telling you, I'm not lying because I don't want to be attacked."

"... you're stuck"

The collector knew, halfway through, and relieved himself of the first discomfort he had remembered, staring jitterily at Palme's wanting serious face. Speaking of which, this guy was persistently following the sizzlers who bathe in the water with sticky eyes. Is it the one called gender identity disorder?

Reminds me of what I heard in my lecture before. While holding a woman's body, she said that only her heart is a man. It's hard to believe in Russia, but when you have people like that, you know.

Should she be called him because, no, Palme insists, anyway, she is, in appearance, dressed as a woman?

Compared to Palme, it seems that Sizka, who prefers to dress her body in a pitched way, dares to choose something that doesn't make her feel gender. That, on the contrary, is erotic.

"You surprise me. Klund, will you believe me?"

"No, not so innocent, but I've heard of people like that."

"Oh, well..."

Palme looked happy, his eyes clasped together as he put his hands together in front of his chest. Something, that look that endures still only looks like a girl of her age. From a slightly open mouth, a red, tiny tongue peeks slightly. It seemed awful, slutty.

With that in mind, I inadvertently heard a loud noise from behind. When they stood up and stood up, they gazed ahead of the sound.

From the tip of an earlier landslide, the sound was heard. approaching by making sure to twist. The sword at the waist has already been pulled out.

"Klando, be careful"

"Oh. You stay back."

Turns out Palme lit a pine light behind him. The light went up as fast as I could. In a dusty sandy hill, some of the organisms that were twisting around looked chilly.

"Camel, huh?

As I approached carefully, it was a white camel with a giant cob on its back.

Mitsuko Camel, a harmless organism that inhabits dunes throughout the dungeon. The cob on the back is packed with abundant fat and moisture, and its calories make it possible for the Mitsuko Camel to survive without eating or drinking for several months.

When the collectors looked at each other, they still approached the Mitsuko Camel, which was in the sand. Apparently, with the impact of the fall, he's breaking his leg.

It is a merciful rain in the dry sky. When the collector partitioned with Palme and dismantled the Mitsuko Camel, he carefully cut the cob part in particular and transported it to the central part of the rind bowl, where we had earlier.

Mitsuko Camel Cobb is wrapped in thin skin and the contents look clear. These thin-skinned, translucent, but more resilient and intense than I thought, dessert elves living in far northwestern desert areas seem to be familiar with these usefulness and sublime to local cuisine.

Regardless, all this information was obtained from Palme. As an adventurer, she was much more experienced and knowledgeable. Mitsuko Camel's body is large. It is also great to drag it, so when I cut it apart on the spot, I picked the part of the cob and the part of the meat that looked superior and carried it.

Around, as far as I can see, sand, is all. Palme says that Mitsuko camels are particularly parasitic and can be eaten raw. The collector hesitated somewhat, but closed his eyes and threw a chunk of meat into his mouth. Momogu, when forced to chew, is somewhat delicious resembling a horsesprick.

"Whoa, that's pretty good. This one! Palme, you eat too."

"Ya. I'm a little..."

For example, she pinched her nose and seemed to have the best blood.

The collector suggested using pine lighting to bake, but given the importance of consuming the only light source in this condition, Palme's diet was only blood. Animal blood, including proteins and amino acids, is also an extremely valuable nutritional diet.

but I can't even force him to eat what he says he can't. The collector lowered his hips on the sand as he moaned the cob, which was accumulating water and fat.

"Where the hell am I?"

"I don't know. But I guess falling down means somewhere in the nineteenth hierarchy. By the way, has Palme never been here?"

"I don't. And that means there's no additional information you're expecting. Unfortunately."

"Oh well."

"Hey, can we help?"

"Don't worry. My people must be looking. That's the blood eye. Wait a couple of days and you'll find me."

"Yeah. Right. Honestly, this wall of sand isn't something you can do with your efforts. It's hard to wait."

"Let's not talk in vain anymore. Drain Health"

"Mmm."

That was the only conversation I had. Palme closed his eyes and stopped moving as he slowly laid his body in the sand.

The treasurer remained jiggly and carelessly looked at the sand wall in front of him. The pale light of the hikarigoke, stretched against a distant ceiling, reflects a blurry slope. Sitting back, I don't feel like the temperature is slowly increasing. I took my coat off, took off my jacket, and became one shirt.

As it was, I sat patiently, but the sweat flowed from my forehead as if it were on my forehead. The nostrils are hot. I feel like I'm in a sauna. Yeah. Palme, who was roaring, finally got to the limit and woke himself up.

"With. What's this?"

Temperatures are rising.

When the collector wiped the sweat against the side of his nose with his cuffs, he did his hand on the bag of his hips with a desperate look. I don't have much water left in my hand anymore. We're at the bottom of this bowl, like beans frying in a cauldron.

By that imagination, he felt the icy cold running on his spine, gripping the sand in his hand.

The heat of the gripping sand slips through the surface of the skin.

Thirsty. Oh, my God, it deepened.