Dungeon+Harem+Master

I felt like my whole body was completely out of moisture due to the addition of jirri and heat.

bottom. The collectors are still at the bottom of the sand. The notion of time seems to have disappeared.

How long has it been since I fell here? The pocket watch Palme had also finally stopped moving due to the sand clogging. The sloppy, infinitely flowing sweat stops strangely. I don't know what to say instead, but my whole body hurt like burnt skin.

It was hours ago. The remains had been lost when they were again moved to the location of the Mitsuko Camel in order to replenish the nutrients that had been dissolved by heat.

It was gone. As if that was an illusion from the beginning. The collector twisted his neck without telling Palme, but could not find the answer.

No, to be honest. Somehow I was horrified. I don't have an appetite. But you have to eat.

To survive. but if you don't even have camel meat, you don't have to eat it anymore. The will to survive and declining appetite are antagonistic. Oh, shit. Thoughts are going right and left. Too much, the heat is too harsh to give me the energy to think about things.

I drank only one sip of soaked water from my hip bag. The sobriety is not like. It feels like a thick, separate liquid in my mouth.

I felt more and more annihilated. No, I'm not. I'm happy with the fact that I don't have to eat half rotten meat anymore.

It is the identity of this relief that is the abominable root that robs me of my will to live, but with the depth of heat that burns me, I didn't realize that much about the troll and boiled collector to my brain.

You'll look like an old man when you drag your legs off and walk like an old man. Feels like sand is entering the joint gap.

I was there, I had just moistened my throat, but again, the intense dryness struck me and I felt lightly dizzy. Because it contained water, sweat began to flow again. That said, there is no momentum as it was initially. As stained out of a squeezed rag, that was a slight one.

Camel, there was no more.

"Yes..."

However, Palme's debilitation was abysmal. She hates raw meat and doesn't take solids, which inevitably fades sharply. I have been lying on my back for a long time now, exposing my complexion.

She was, at first, complaining of physical pain, but eventually became quiet. Perhaps the heat of the sand, which sears to the core of this fig and bone, slowly baked her five bodies.

Palme's body has bright red inflammation everywhere. Now, it would be better if you were just rolling over the jacket laid by the collector, but the situation doesn't even show any signs of a change.

She even takes her skin clothes, so her exuberant breasts are exposed. but I don't remember libido in this situation no matter how much. Looking up and down at her breasts as she breathed, the collector rubbed the sand in his hands together and threw it against a wall of sand that stood abominably.

The sand scattered before it reached the wall, leaving a fine sound and crushing it between sights. I don't blow one wind. It seemed like something cool had disappeared from the world.

Since then, I have tried several climbs of sandy slopes, but ended up wasting my strength in vain.

If I looked up this way, it wouldn't seem impossible to climb, except if I tried. I struggled and managed to get to about a fifth, but more than that, there's nothing I can do without tools. That was the conclusion.

It is like being told to walk on water. Seriously, because it's sand, I hate the sand itself, which makes me think or even think that I might be able to do something about it.

With both feet thrown out, push the bag on your hips to look. I can hear the chapon and the water, but if you compare it to the first, it's quite a weak tone.

Now, as I first thought, even if you two save and drink, it's not very much, but it won't last three days. If so, the outline of the request is the cob of the mitzkoblacka, which is apparently much more fat than moisture and closer to food than to beverage.

"Extremely bad throat, huh?"

Probably looking, I thought about the women. If you think you slipped off the eighteenth tier entrance, it's reasonable to assume that this is somewhere in the nineteenth tier. For a moment, every time I go downstairs, I can feel the offense getting stronger. Three or four days, even if they want to be secluded. Then, even if we are lucky enough to find ourselves, it will take a few days.

The slopes of the sand are unlikely to climb. And if we do, we have to survive alone for another week. Whatever.

I never thought it would be this difficult to guess the passage of time in a place where the clock or the sun wouldn't shoot. Probably hasn't been, like, half a day. Meat, I thought about the meat I lost. Half, sparingly, half refreshed.

Most importantly, in this place where I can't start fire on Locke, the flesh of the camel will rot anyway.

More than that, I thought for a while about why, that meat was gone. Mitsuko Camel was probably near the edge of this rind bowl, caught in a landslide and fell to the bottom. The body zombied and walked out, escaping. There is no such thing as.

Most refreshingly, somewhere at this bottom, it was reasonable to assume that there was a predator who took away the Mitsuko Camel.

I thought that far, accidentally, I felt chills in my spine. Strange. Until earlier, I felt like I was constantly seared at the bottom of a scorching heat, and now, I'm prone to be terrible. I thought you were sweating too much and your sensory organs were broken.

Um, and I roared, and I kept my arms around me, and I closed my eyes. After a while, the cooler cold air began to fill the area so that I wouldn't have to mistake it this time.

"What the hell..."

When the collector spread his hands, he then, in a hurry, began to dig holes in the ground.

(No, I've heard that the desert is hot during the day and cools down when you do it at night...!

"What's the matter, Klando?"

"Palme! You dig the hole, too! Hurry up, we don't have much time!

Palme had a dazed face and woke up slowly. The collector, just saying he couldn't stand it anymore, dug a hole to the point where the two of them could get in, forced her to sleep on her back, reluctantly, and began to cover her with sand on top of it. This is a completely unshielded sand plane, and there's nothing around that seems to block the air. Soon, the cold that made me miss my earlier enthusiasm filled the area.

"I can't help it, but how could you not tell me that this place is cold!

"That, about the Mitsuko Camel, I just read it in a book. Oh, well! Damn it. How could I not have realized what I did! Klund, stick around and go to sleep."

"Eh, lie. Confession of love at a time like this?

"No. Protect your body a little from the cold. I can't even sleep with a bastard in my arms, but now is not the time!

Palme's decisiveness was truly masculine. The collector wore a blanket of sand again as he sanded Palme and his body with his coat. Move into small pieces as you pull your bodies together to warm them up a little. It's a rule of thumb.

As much as I had imagined, it was not a temperature drop that would immediately lead to death, but it is a contract that would surely destroy the body if it sat without even being able to start a fire.

Palme is originally able to withstand meat thinner and biologically, colder than men. Her lips, like the dead, are purple discolored. Extremely cold hell, supposedly going on forever, was waiting for the two of us.

The sand futon was warmer than I thought. The cold that stains to the bone is also something that can be tolerated if only on the surface of the face. As I was killing Ji's breath, I felt that my own flesh of the body of Palme I was embracing would go hand in hand.

Ai hasn't changed, and the blue cockerel scattered in the sky is glowing blindly. It's not as strong a glow as I boast. Somehow, it's a light that can't even be weak enough to make you miss thin and lonely just watching.

I feel my head cavity. Nerves all over the body become paralyzed even though they are pinned and stuck. It's convenient. I keep my eyes closed but only my ears are good.

I didn't even try to blow the wind, and the presence of myself from the world made me feel like I had been thrown out. Hey, and, hey, I'll talk to Palme, but she's not even picky in her chest.

Her face, exposed to rise slightly sideways, was pale, but from a small tremor every time she breathed, she was still horrified to find that there was breath.

How long has it been? Do I have my eyes open or not? In a cloudy consciousness I couldn't even tell that, I dreamed.

I was on a blanco.

It's not hot or cold, it's just a good cheerful afternoon.

I was laughing with my legs stretched out of my momentum blanco as someone pushed me back.

In front of me, children as old as myself are running around.

of the chain, a hard feel and a unique smell.

By someone, whenever the momentum is pushed well, the highs of my chest pound faster and faster.

Dark, twinkly odor of grass.

In the white sunlight.

The faceless children begin to narrow and circle the square as they grope.

It distracts me. Blanco's speed, it keeps rising, it doesn't stop anymore.

I let go of my hand and embarked on a jump.

Someone with no face calls his name so hard to stop it.

"Whoa, bluff!

Good luck, I kicked sand and jumped.

"Oh dear. What are you doing?"

When I tried to suppress the beating that seemed to beep through the chest plate, in front of me, Palme, who had been awake earlier, was in good shape. She carefully combed her sandy hair with a small armor skewer.

"What's wrong? You look like you're dying."

"Ah, oh. It's kind of a bad dream."

"I fell asleep in all this sand, and I had no dreams"

Palme had a naughty look, but he laughed uncontrollably. Speaking of which, how much time has passed? The freezing cold had disappeared, and the bottom of the sand was at a temperature that was really easy to spend. but I can't be alarmed. This place, too, will be transformed into a Hell's Cauldron again in a while.

"Even so, you slept a little better"

"Yeah. It's not like that either. Hey, actually, I picked it up fine. Want to see?"

"Uh, I think I want to see it."

"What, that's good? I don't like it."

When Palme suddenly bent his knob, he turned to him in a grumpy manner. He said he was a man. I wish I had a man's heart, but I just think of this kind of mend-crusty part as a woman herself.

"Bad, bad. So, what?

"Bye, Grandpa."

"Whoa!"

Palme laughed nicely and showed him as he protruded the tip of the rope he had hidden on his back. When I pick up the rope and tap it over, it's a lot of length. By the way, I can see the flanks, but they are still sturdy if you pull them with a guy. Right next door, there was a pair of crates.

"Earlier, when I was rolling, I found it. I can't use anything."

"Here we go! In the meantime, it's a step forward from zero supplies."

Anyway, this place is completely isolated from the outside world, and every piece of equipment does not exist. Probably something other adventurers dropped before the collectors fell.

The collector instantly dismantled the crate as he roared yeah. Next door, Palme sees himself in the work with his knees poked. It was one shape that flashed behind my brain. Sand slopes are brittle and slope tighter than I thought.

Even if I stepped in gently, I would immediately swallow it up to the Zubuzub and around my chest.

Then what do I do? It's about buoyancy at your feet. The true-square crate barely stopped with nails, but could barely be torn apart with little effort.

Perhaps iron covered in fine sand grains corroded over time.

"Well, did you finish up with a good plan?"

"What? What have you done?"

"Hehe. Good stuff. No snowshoe, no sandwich."

Famous auxiliary items used to walk deep snow mountains include wakan and snowshoe.

A wakan is literally a modern version of a hikiki, with legs fixed in the middle of a circle made of circular shapes to gain buoyancy.

Snowshoe, on the other hand, is an extreme shrinkage of ski boards, to name a few.

On further snow, the two exert extraordinary power.

Of course, heavier, larger snowshoes have more buoyancy than wakans overwhelmingly.

In this case, the collector saw the sand in the snow and made a simple snowshoe out of the wood he had obtained.

First, as I climbed the hill, I scouted around as one.

Nevertheless, not so much time is left for the collectors. Gradually, I can feel it on my skin even if I don't like the surrounding temperature rising. In a few more hours, you'll be in such a scorching hell that you can't even move around. We have to sew that little time to derive an optimal solution.

It is said that relaxation of the mind is necessary to do things precisely, but now the most sought after was speed.

As a result, we could confirm that there was no gradient and that there was not that much difference, and the collector left his luck to heaven to work on making and operating sandshoes. No tools, no locking tools. All you can do is pull out your sword and shape it. Speaking of sandwiches, that sounds good, but in short, I just put a wooden plate on the back of my shoe.

"Whoa. Ooh? He could be handsome...!

Sandshoe worked great. Yesterday, I was able to rush up the sandy slopes that stepped into the murmur as I looked up. Loosening the cheeks was often more than I thought possible, but the result was that when I climbed the hill to a third, my body sank.

"I'll take care of it next time. I'm much lighter than Klander."

I see. Naturally, Palme's body, which is a woman, is much lighter. But she has publicly declared that her heart is a man, so even the dull safekeeper did not put it in her mouth, and gave her the tree Bella, who is just named Go ahead and Sandshew.

If you suck at it, Palme only weighs about half the weight of the keeper. She ran up to the middle belly of the hill in unexpected and mild movements, but, unfortunately, could not reach the top of the hill.

I can't seem to do it. For example, a fish bone caught in the back of his throat, so abominable and regrettable that he touched it with his tongue but couldn't pinch it with his fingertips.

"Oh, too. I was almost there!

It was out of time. Heat like yesterday came through the hole. Palme turned upside down, muttering, but eventually surrendered to a scorching heat wave, closing his mouth. That would be wise.

The bottom of the sand, after all, was experiencing a rapid rise in temperature, without any help. It seems a lie that the wake up was refreshing.

The collector remembered the illusion that his body had become a six-cut piece of bread placed in an oven toaster. A few days ago, I remembered the taste of freshly squeezed milk that Pordina put me in, and I accidentally nodded my tongue.

Do your hand on the bag of hips. There's very little water left. To that fact, he was unknowingly tongue-in-cheek.

Mitsuko Camel cobs were naturally separated from grease and moisture overnight when they stood. Among the cut translucent cobs, the liquid split up and down is shaking.

The human being can survive ten days or so, even if he hunger strikes, but without water, he will not last three days. Taking into account the amount of cobwebs obtained and the severity of this unusually changing climate, would the two survival rates be limited to five days? Together, assuming.

- No, I guess not.

No matter how much the difference between cold and warm the collector is, as long as there is water, there is half a moon and itself to survive there. In fact, I found that out by feeling it all day. but palme will be different again. Her debilitation is severe. I would have a much more robust body than a normal woman, just because I prefer an adventurer to run a business, but in this way, if I do poorly, I'm not going to have three more days.

- Tonight will be the border between life and death.

The heat that came was unforgiving enough to blur the thoughts of such a collector. Opening your mouth and breathing is also a hundred million or so fever. The lack of sunshine was extra painful as it seemed to be burned by an invisible fire.

The sand beneath my hips warms up with a layer of heavy heat that comes down, making it unbearable. At first glance it seemed like there was no escape or anything, but I noticed that the increase in heat was not constant and that some points were limp.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. A wounded kemono lies quietly as it jizzily heals the wound. I can't hear a thing with my ears slammed. There is no air convection or even fine dust. Too quiet. Not even a piece of wind.

I felt as anxious as I was left out of the world currents. In it, accidentally, he noticed the disturbed sound and opened his eyes. Almost, instinctively, jumped. The sweat flowing was turning cold, into something unpleasant like ice. It was a certainty, won in previous experience.

A red flag is being sent from the brain to the whole body. The collector knows. that this feeling kept me away from danger. The collector knows. An inner voiceless voice has allowed me to prolong my life many times, an overwhelming fact.

"Get up!"

"Phew, phew. Hey, what...?

When the collector woke up Palme, he flew away from the scene. I keep feeling a strong gaze on my back. Shivering killings never cease.

Unexpectedly, the part that had fallen asleep until earlier began to sink. The sand at your feet collapsed with tremendous momentum.

Pushing Palme backwards, he pulled out his long sword. At the same time, from the centre of the collapse, an uninterrupted amount of sand was ejected without interruption.

First, they shot me in the eye. It is also not given while the sword is erected, and it is sanded unilaterally. The collector immediately threw himself out and took his distance as he rolled.

He opened his eye lid narrowly and gazed at the tense person who kept spitting out the sand. It was an arijgok about the size of a veal.

- Cave Alizigok. It is a monster that inhabits the sand in the dungeon. The whole body has a yellowish colour, like a powdered skin. Primarily, animals dragged into the nest are captured, injected with digestive fluid, and then fed using elongated mouthpieces.

Was this the nest of Arijigoku? The treasurer was frightened, remembering that, on a young summer day, he had found an arijgok's nest behind the shrine and had thrown and moaned the ants he had caught.

"Whoops!

Even as we think about it, enemy attacks continue. Cave Arijigoku slowly approaches by waving his quacky head and two giant jaws.

The collector rushed to rub both eyes in the back of his hand, but that was not what he should have done more and more. The sand that was bathed, whether it had entered his eyes, sore severely, tears spilling like tear glands had collapsed.

It was a problem before we fought.

When the rush reached its peak, he felt signs of Palme jumping out, who should have been lying down behind him, looking back.

I'll take care of it.

In her forced right eye, she was seen, daring to confront the impending cave Alijgok.

As Palme pulled a blue stick out of his hips, he poked at the cave Arijgok. The treasurer, somehow, saw from the tip of the wand that a powerful sorcery or something might be released that would open up the situation, but contrary to expectations, the wand was not kept slight and instead, but the cave arijgok movement also stopped brilliantly.

It's soothing the killing that was so relentlessly slapped. It was an unshakable reality for a collector who continued not to exchange his life with every creature.

Neither Palme nor Pickle move. The more time seems to have stopped, the more frozen it is. Tears and blurred vision gradually restore clarity.

The sand, which was curled in small pieces, was also stationary. She's doing some work. To the evidence, from her white forehead, the waterfall-like sweat continued to flow sloppily.

In this situation, I can do that monster. When I thought so, the silent dialogue between the two people in front of me suddenly ended. Cave Arijgok disappeared, as did when he appeared, diving into the sand in a quick move.

When Palme collapses onto the spot like he did his best, he slips down the slope he just did. The collector hugged Palme's body by trying to jump in when he was forced to move his body untied from the gold bondage.

I don't know what technique I applied, but now it was physiologically unforgivable for her body to be depressed by the indentation that the monster had just disappeared.

"How the hell did you get that monster?

"This is my only stunt. I can talk to every demon."

Palme said so, smiling weakly and showing it.

Extraordinary, special skill she was carrying together with no superior fighting ability or witchcraft.

It can converse with any organism. That was all.

"I was born to speak to every creature who can't speak a word. This, pale tact does not make so much sense in itself. Otherwise, you can think of it as a device that transforms their will to speak from a dialect to a common language. Klund. Most monsters don't want to fight as much as you guys think. Most of them don't like pointless strife, and if this one tells them there's no hostility, unless it's so detrimental, oh well they pull it off. This is the kind of thing I didn't belong in the clan and was solo and continued to be an adventurer. Although Arijigoku now also worked in his favor that he wasn't so hungry because he preyed on the Mitsuko Camel yesterday. What I did now was negotiate with him."

"Negotiate?"

"That's right, you. Because if you try Alizigoku, it wouldn't even be funny if someone else in your garden who doesn't even know you sat there looking big for days. Originally, I'm in this place because it's nothing but his food. So, he has expired our residency permit until tomorrow. Because if you talk to him, his good minutes make sense, too.... Oh, what a thing. If I do this, I'm very tired. Especially now, I'm not feeling very well."

I didn't feel very well or physically well, and on the part of, the Zao felt the pain of being a woman herself violently, but there was also a helping grace here, and I kept quiet.

Is the respite until tomorrow? That's until tomorrow or next year, but either way, I rarely stand to be able to get out of this sand hell.

"So, I appreciate you getting help, but I wonder if it's time for you to let me go. Honestly, it's disgusting"

"You're not disgusting."

"Hey, you. Just imagine. If Klund is going to be hugged in the same situation, which would be happier if he were Gachimunch's brother or a little long but Munch's lady?

"Of course it is, boobs are justice"

"Right? So I want you to let me go because I have thick chest plates and goosebumps."

"Honestly."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't really believe you guys."

"You're a terrible one."

"For your information, who did you imagine you'd put out as a hypothesis?

"Yeah. Artemisia."

"This, assuming, but if you're an Artemisian man, what kind of play do you want to play"

"Well, of course it's decided. First, you stripped that damn heavy looking armor. Hey, what do you do, you manage to blush your cheeks and get bored, you yell loudly, you look at the freaking frightened and you rejoice, next you relentlessly billy your clothes, you take a mount position where you tear eyes, like this, you eagle that busty chest, rub it all over your cake, and you enjoy the part of it that is haha your breath, come on, you feel it in anyone's hands, this female dog, while verbally blaming you, this time, muddling her index finger bent to the shade of a woman who gets wet all the time..."

"Yes, Outo"

"Whoa."

The collector mercilessly unleashed Palme's body toward Po and Alijgok's lair.

Palme falls at a tremendous rate as he rolls through the gobbles.

At the drop point, there is a hole left by Cave Arijgok earlier, and Palme, sticking it from his head into the place, wants both feet to be jittered while the shorts are fully open.

"Heh, heh, heh." I don't know. "

"Hi, hi, I can't hear you. I can't hear you at all."

Sympathy vanished in an instant. Look at Palme's ass. It was a tense gluteal area forged through by constant and repeated muscular agony.

It's never big, but it's not even small enough to make you feel attractive. It is a wonderful butt with a lot of rounds.

If she is truly born with a man's heart, and, if she is suffering, this, truly feminine flesh, will only be your luggage. God is basically merciless.

Palme, who pulled his head out of the hole, is paying off the sand covered in his upper body. The appearance of being nervous still only looked like a woman to the collector.