Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector was crawling belly to bow. It is an elphin bow where Karen, a step elf, loves to use it. I try to look down from the small high sand dunes and stare at a point. Yellow-like sand like a kimchi was ringing with intermittent winds blowing from side to side.

Keeping the same posture is a task with guidance and bones. Besides, the sand at the bottom of my belly sucks the force out of me. My elbows are getting paralyzed. Sara, the finely moving sand is gently ringing in her ear.

The temperature will be rising soon. In that case, you won't make it to breakfast. Giri, I didn't know, was biting my back teeth off. You heard that subtle sound, and a certain point coming up the far-sighted moved out like it was played. All over the dungeon. Especially when the rabbits who live in this desert area smell the treasurer and escape.

"Oh! Damn it!

I let go of my finger in a hurry. Not at all. The de amateur is also a good skill. The arrow, drawing a hiru loose parabola, did not even step on the rabbit's shadow and fell to the point of misunderstanding.

"Ahhh. Whoa. What are you doing? Whoa. This is disqualification for hunters."

"Meh, it's not nice..."

Lurking his breath next door, Karen, lying down in the same way, made a grumpy voice as she paid for the sand on her clothes.

"The sides are too open. The timing of releasing the arrows is messed up. Besides the aim! Well, then, you can't even hit a falling asleep asshole. Lend it to me."

As Karen stretched her arm, she took the elphin bow from the collector and set it up in a flowing motion.

The dungeons are too dark, though filled with the pale light of the hikarigoke. In particular, it was very difficult to find prey living in distant sands.

The collector, too, had Karen follow him around and managed to set up a bow. The sight of a step elf living in a meadow is not comparable to that of a human being.

Karen, as if, finding a truly subtle exuberance indistinguishable from other sands, continued to cut and release the bow three times.

Bottled.

The arrow dived into the sand to be sucked in as it flowed like a meteor, leaving a faint feather.

At the same time, a faint shadow thrived. The collector also had no poor eyesight, but was significantly inferior to Karen. She turned her high nose against the tung as she pimpled her elf-specific long ear.

"Look! It's over now. Phew, too. I said, come here!

"Oh, wait. I don't know what..."

"Take a lot of prey and give it to Rudge. We can't go back to the tent while we can have dinner."

Karen made the silver twin tail jump, while taking the collector's hand, rushing forcefully out the slopes of the sand. I managed to balance it out while at the forefront. The sand scratched with Karen's hind legs clapped and morrowed to his face. I tried to complain but I was forced to swallow it. You can't win a bickering with a woman. More than that, arguing in this situation was a hundred million robberies.

(Ma, I'm the one who taught me how to hunt)

It was when I sent Palme to the Alliance of Adventurers and returned to my people again.

As I thought, Rudge was starting to take a subtle distance from the collector. It's not limited to her, but the daughters' origins are mostly boxed enough to be called deep-window courtiers.

They were the closest, if openly hostile, beings and hardly ever reprimanded so far by their husbands, the collectors.

Otherwise, he was in a strong shock. As a collector, I only said the obvious, but the way people receive words is different. In the first place, if I had that fine nerve, that place would have been able to preach better.

In particular, Rudge would have felt as if he had been yelled at headless and his existence denied.

On the surface, he was out at the end of the motion, behaving plainly, but as he could see that the inner matter, the upset, was considerable. In subsequent labyrinth explorations, Rudge clearly lacked glory. Here, if you speak poorly, the mistakes will get bigger and bigger. The collector asked Artemisia to follow him for now, but that's only a coping therapy, too.

The collector is also a stubborn character. As head of the family, you can't bend your opinions early.

(Yes. at that time, even in faith, I couldn't imitate abandoning Palme on the way)

but if you keep your head down here easily, you can't take control of the population. In a world of strength where there is not much distinction between courage and desolation, kindness is the same as weakness. Somewhat, as much as behaving to a bystander, it's a little too bad to tighten the reins. In that case, I couldn't help but change my corny policy.

Just like this, there's a chance that you could make a fatal life-threatening mistake in a dungeon offense if you keep a sudden breeze between you two.

The quickest way to reconcile men and women is to match their skin, but it is difficult in this condition being explored.

(Especially, Mary's mark is too harsh, she's been reading patterns of behavior......!

The treasurer had a habit of holding the women and comforting them after a small groan. Mostly close to animals and one pattern, but being alert beforehand was difficult to take in that direction. Besides, Meriandale's depth of jealousy is extraordinary. With him near the tent, first of all, it was nearly impossible to use the body to talk to each other.

In the first place, there is a verse where Rudge himself avoids being alone with the collector. During the preparation of the dinner, when the dishes were slightly scarce, Sizka told the collector that he was moving away from the tent to a place where his prey seemed to be, on the pretext of pulling Karen's arm and "teaching him how to hunt".

- Meat. As long as you have fresh meat. No, anyway, I need to make a kick out of it.

The thought of the treasurer is truly simple.

Get Prey - Rudge Full - Reconciliation Anyway - Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

It was an operation that appealed to flesh and emotion. Actually, the success rate is pretty high. Dedicating something in form was a manifestation of a truly clear act. Even if that's too naive an act of courtship.

but a thing called a bow is not a substitute for being able to get it right now for the first time. The collector has never dealt with a bow in the first place. To begin with, Karen laughed and slapped her shoulder at the chill of what she was doing with the treasurer playing the strings like a child.

At this time, Karen had no idea that the collector had never really handled a bow. For a step elf who is a nomadic and spends most of his life on horseback, often traveling, a bow is something close to him from birth.

Otherwise it is no exaggeration to say that it is part of the body.

It was such an invaluable tool that it was so close to life. The fact that it can't be used is unlikely in Karen. Even if heaven and earth cover it. Nevertheless, she revered the bravery of her husband, the samurai, more than she could imagine from her day-to-day attitude. The figure of the collector, who single-handedly took out BattleSeek, who was the best brave warrior in the meadows, is burned hard in her brain.

- There's no way a man who can use a sword like that can't handle a basic weapon, a bow! Phew, naturally, my husband would be superb with a bow. Where I'm touching it, if you've seen it, or something like that.

Thoughts differ from the founding fathers who grew up as mothers of farming ethnic groups with the intention of settling.

"Eh, lie. Really. Is that true?

After seeing the collector set his bow upside down, angry, forcing him to fire at the target, and seeing the arrow fly in a hell of a direction, Karen realized for the first time that the collector was telling the truth.

There are people who have never dealt with bows. During the day, Karen opened her mouth gently, stiff as if she had seen a dragon snake in front of her.

That's why, with the burning blade, I started training bows, but there was no way I could do something about it for an hour or there.

Initially, he was the keeper who was licking his life all the time saying, "I would take about a bow to master with the mysterious protagonist correction - I'm sorry, Babe," but that unfounded sense of almightiness was instantly smashed to pieces and knocked down into the abyss of despair. Exactly, ugh, my bow skills, too low......? is.

"Ugh. Here, lightly tailored ten or twenty rabbits, I didn't know Rudgetan's mood Nico plan would suddenly collapse...... The one who thought about this plan, get the fuck out of here one step ahead. I'll sanction you."

It is the keeper himself who deliberately strives to preserve himself.

"I don't know what it is, because if you bully a fictional person, you can't. Souvenirs are only good if Klund gets the one I caught. Come on, cheer up."

As Karen approached the treasurer, who broke both knees and carried a coal-fired shadow on his back, he leaned his nose to his cheek and sounded sad. She is a sweet girl who can think of people's suffering from the core.

(How do you perceive Karen's feelings like that? How do we get out of here? Klund......! Sounds pompous, chi. - Yes, I have Karen's handle -. Uh-huh. Now Rudge agrees to fall back in love with me, too. I'm a wild hunter, what do you call a survival boy? He said it's not just possible to get laid!

He was a keeper smiling with a guess-face as he buried his face in Karen's rich hair.

"That's right, Karen. It's my wife. I hope so."

"Yeah. Huh. Leave it to me."

The collector gave Karen momentum in such conditions as drumming and losing his face, stirring him up for incitement.

Every time I release an arrow, the collector exaggerates and praises me. No one is admired and unhappy. Karen was turning into a perfect hunting machine, wrapped in pride.

"Whoa, wow, wow!

"Uh, heh."

"Seriously! Are you serious? My daughter-in-law is so genius, she's about to pee!

"Ah, haha. This is before this morning."

"The form is beautiful! The remnant is like a goddess! Just look at Karen Tan's refreshing appearance of twinthe twinkle that moves, and her heart is pounding. Bye.

"Huh. As light as this. If this happens again, I'll hunt you down with no bunnies left on the ground!

As a result, Karen hunted all over the sand rabbit with the activity of the octagonal hexagon arm, and the battle had reached such a point that it could not be held in both hands.

"Well, I've got something to take, and I'm just going home!

In response to a collector named Hokhok Face, Karen modded as she turned her hands to her waist.

"Hey. Better than that, I did my best. Have you forgotten anything?

"Mmm. Forget something. Did something happen?"

The collector wrinkled between his eyebrows and pondered, tying his caught rabbit's ears to a stick.

- It's nothing. You know, I'm already thirsty when I call you scattered. Go home and drink only.

"I don't think so."

Karen dyed her cheeks and tilted her feelings face as she closed her eyes instead of her reply.

She wants a reward. What an easy way to get laid.

The collector felt as if he had returned to Ubb junior high school and couldn't wait to feel embarrassed as if Karen's lighting had been infected.

More or less, I've already done more than kiss him. But once you are conscious, there are parts of this that are hard to do. A little bird can kiss you. With that degree of lightness, I overlaid my face.

"Ngu?

Karen's reaction was more passionate than I imagined. It makes me feel like I'm being poured into my mouth with a wet, hot drink. If you realize it, this is how you're holding each other.

"Hey, feel good, do it?

"Mm-hmm."

He stares at me with tiny silver eyes and accidentally responds in ancient language.

Neither, he fell asleep on the sand. If this happens, we can't stop on the way. The time to love each other was felt short, but as much as I was passionate, it felt like a blink.

"Pu Ha. Goddamn..."

And the release is complete. The young flame scorched the sand wildly.

Waiting for Karen to finish her grooming, when she returned to the tent, the dinner schedule was in order.

The collector strictly handed the harvest to Rudge, who was somewhere at peace, to make sure he offered offerings against the goddess. You can't keep a group apologizing for the man's decision to do this later.

That's why you can't put it in words. Accepting his apology with an implicit understanding, Rudge made him laugh softly in the wind that when he nodded to Eagle Deep, when he took his own hand and led the collector to a first-class seat that was fiery and warm, there would be no more obsession or anything. its eyes. I could see various signs of crying.

I'm not old enough to dream about a woman with a collector. When I deliberately laughed luxuriously and showed it, I hit a plate of meat served under the guise of crude wilderness. Men and women. It's not easy to set each other up.

Now, at dawn of the night and full of strength, it is a march in the desert. Temperatures aren't constant, but they're basically hot. Just a few dozen walks away, so much so that the sweat sprinkles all over your body.

It was supposed to be a closed space called a dungeon, but it had an unusual depth. I can look around 360 degrees.

"What's going on, this?"

"I don't know. However, this dungeon is not strange no matter what. If we don't abandon common sense, it's gonna be hard to move on."

Artemisia answers the zodiac grunt with a masculine line. Together, at regular walking speeds, they crossed several dunes of powdery sand and continued to walk even.

There's nothing to signify. Hikarigoke shines a pale light on the ceiling, which would have been snagging for tens of thousands of years, as it claims to be only in the cave.

Walking in the sand is quite a trick with this. Sink your boots until you candle them, pull them up, and get more legs out. As it prolongs and repeats, fatigue builds up with dongs.

"Wait! There's something here."

The first thing I noticed about its existence was Liza. As she lowered her posture, she shivered her long ears as she sifted, staring jiggly at her hands as she narrowed her eyes and went. Look, Karen, who was next door, is also picking up the tip of the elf ear. They elves have better eyesight and hearing than humans. Apparently, he felt the microscopic movement of an organism lurking in the sand. Together, as we quickly pull out our weapons, we strain our nerves and gaze into the sand that spreads forward. Someone couldn't stand the tension and moved his body slightly. So that the creatures that were hiding in the sand could be invited, they jumped toward us as we rolled up the sand.

"Follow me!

Artemisia with a spear jumped out to intercept. There was a roar between the tip of the ear and sharp nails.

The seven shadows that appeared were giant cats as big as tauruses.

Kijimas naneko.

He is a giant cat living in a sandy area with yellow stripes on his back. Cat, though, he's about two meters long.

The claws and fierce eyes that seemed to cleave with one blow, such as humans, were starving beasts themselves.

The seven pheasant nanekos, when scattered in fan-shapes, semi-surrounded the collectors with a loose foothold.

"Sizka. Keep those guys away. Me and Al, we'll stir them up."

"Okay."

As the collector burst in with his roar, Kijimas Naneko, who glowed his fangs, jumped at the same time from the three sides.

I waved my long sword horizontally as I twisted my hips. Along with the screaming of the beast, the sound rang as rain pounded the sand sharply. The blade broke Kijimas Naneko's defenseless belly.

Waving his sword, he rolled down the ground. A low wind-cut sound sounds in the ear thread.

It was Karen's cover fire that almost simultaneously penetrated the foreheads of the two pheasants.

When I looked up, the sight of Artemisia spear-piercing Kijimas Naneco's body high into heaven popped into my eyes.

Now four bodies.

Not even while blinking, Rudge and Liza unleashed the magic of flameballs (flameballs) and rock shells (arc cannons) to give the two pheasants a blood festival.

The one remaining strikes toward Sizka, who stood to protect the rear guard, but was slashed to death by a head-on tangbamboo crack in the neck.

The collector wiped the sweat off his forehead as he slapped down the sand of his body. Take control of your people and move on one. This isn't all of it. If they hit me accidentally and took this nail and fang attack, there wouldn't be a single one.

I climbed a loose slope forward as I kicked Kijimas Naneko's carcass. When I stood on the hill, I could see a blur in the distant view, but something white was built.

"Mm-hmm. What? Something's over there."

"What's wrong, what have you found?"

"Show Lisa. Show her."

"Ah, there's something there."

Fellows gather in the voices of the collectors. The well-eyed Karen seems to clearly show what is only blurry in the eyes of the collector.

"What. What do you see?

"Yeah. There's a white stone building over there on the hill."

"... Us. In the meantime, let's go."

It was an old temple, made of white marble. I don't know who, for what purpose, built it, but the religious establishments that were pompous in the desert, by the way, were about to collapse, but there was no uncleanness that was common in ruins, and they were just the right size to rest away from the heat. The collector was stroking the surface of a tultuous stone column, remembering the Greek temple of Parthenon, which he saw one day in a history textbook.

When I searched for one, I found traces of human boiled fire. Apparently, this place is like an evacuation shed, where the adventurers take a temporary break.

I also found a camad that wasn't so long after it was made. When the women laid their sheets on the floor, they began to prepare tea for no one.

"A little early, shall we stay here today? If the sun goes down, it'll be cold."

"Right. There's a roof here, and even then, it's a lot colder."

Meryandale, who was making tea in the cup, smiled. She doesn't do much to help with the fight, but she takes the initiative in making preparations when resting or camping. She is a thoughtful and good daughter.

"So, what does Liza have to do!

"You sit down for now."

In this case, if Liza does something, there is a good chance that the event will happen. The collector is already in a resting position. I don't want to compete with any more monsters or a legion of low-brain adventurers who suddenly show up today. I wanted to wander through the dishes my daughters made and gab the booze and go to bed.

The collector squashed his time as he clasped with Karen and Liza's black and white elf combination. When he decides to sleep down with a handpillow, he drinks his little one while scratching his knob. This is one of happiness.

While we were doing that, dinner was served. Tonight's menu is a stewed pork stew steamed with black bread and potatoes, broiled with smoked herring in black bread.

Although it is nutritionally biased, vitamin deficiency is suppressed by baking and eating a mushroom with a texture that somehow resembles asparagus, a middling mushroom. I don't want to kettle on the taste of food, but I had no choice but to take it because Meryandale offers it with a full grin.

"Eh."

"It's delicious. Gabe, please."

Only this strange mushroom hue was going to last forever. Because it's too bright as you squeezed out the paint and applied it all over. Sizka secretly replaced this mushroom. Somehow, I felt betrayed.

Drinking tea after the meal caught my eye with the map and the glittering look of Rudge. They're inspecting the mapping of where they walked today. The geese.

It's a sharpened pen with wings and countless fine writings. The collector, for a moment, peered in from behind, but when he moaned with a face like he had been forced into his throat a boiled cake, he quickly pulled it up into the tent. It's not good for your eyes to read letters in the dark. In the first place, he didn't understand Romless.

Lifting and sliding in the inlet blow, Artemisia and Sizka were praying before they slept all together. Very enthusiastic faith. Bite the raw yawn to death and slip into the shrub. When he sent Palme outside, he replenished supplies lost in the Adventurers' Union (Alliance). Around us, the junction is working, so from now on, we won't have to keep an eye on it. The likes of the night fools let go and closed their eyes. Were you tired, the sleeper pruned the consciousness of the treasurer in an instant.

"Mmm, Ngum?

Gu, and. I woke up with a strange noise like I moved a big rock. Sizka and Artemisia had already jumped out of the tent when they jumped up with shrubs all around them.

"What, what's up? What happened?"

"Yeah. I don't know, but from the outside, I heard a weird noise"

Karen snuck up with her little nose. The twin tails that are always tied loosen up to the face and I can't read the expression. As the collector calmed down, when he held his hand, he stroked his head okay. Because of the cold of dawn, a fine tremor comes from my gripping hand.

"Munya. I'm already full of grilled anagma, rash..."

"Klund. I'm watching this place. Ask for what's going on outside."

"All right."

Rudge went rocking Meryandale, still the White River Night Ship.

And what the hell is a baked anagma...... Once, just once, such a weird menu has never been on the table. The mystery is endless, but I'm not in a situation where I'm doing that right now. Mysterious woman Meryandale.

The collector jumped out of the blowout momentum as he caught his coat on his shoulder. The nightmare that cut me off shook up the consciousness that was occasionally starving.

in a cave. In the non-shooting cellars of the Yang, only temperatures divide clear days and nights. At night, the cold that makes your teeth no longer fit freezes your body, and at midday, the scorching heat burns you to be danced over a boiled pot.

At the entrance to the decaying temple, I found the two of them standing up. I'm jumping a little when Liza got excited about it. Is it the curse of the rabbit that ate too much last night? When her elf ear was upright, I secretly thought you didn't like it.

"Ah! Klund, Klund. Oh, look at that!

"What the fuck? No, what happened?"

"Klund. There's something strange about the sand over there."

Artemisia turned the tip of the spear toward the anomaly, while facing the tension.

"That's who the noise is. Is it a desert monster?"

Sizka has already set herself up by pulling out a song knife. I was always in a position to get into battle.

There is no order in this dungeon.

An incomprehensible monster strikes from next to next.

"Brighten up."

When the collector received the lantern from Artemisia, he turned to the exuberance of the sand. And, at the same time, the sound that had subsided sounded critical again. It is an offensive sound, like being forced to push rusty iron scraps into gear and squeezing them.

Lisa, who had a good ear, squeezed her eyes together, screamed hiccup and held both ears in with her own hands.

"Shit. This is, uh..."

"What, this sound......!

Artemisia and Sizka are also distorting and moaning their faces at the different sounds that plug directly into their brains. As Liza retreated inside the collector's jacket, she clutched to her feet and rubbed her face against the crotch.

- That's not where you were born. Yes, I wanted to scratch in, but the sound I could hear was too intense.

"Heh, ha... Seriously, what, whoa. I haven't heard this kind of joke since the morning. It's mine. Better if they hear the country you hate with a blast...!

I feel like I'm being twisted with the tip of a cone inserted into my brain. It's a call to original memory, like scratching a blackboard with your fingernails or rubbing styrofoam together, if you can. Speaking of which, somewhere back in the day, I feel like I've heard why humans find these sounds offensive. In the days of Tai Chi, when humans were still monkeys, he said that people repel these sounds because they resemble the metallic screams that their ancestors uttered as warning sounds...

"Cland, the sand!

Sizka raised her voice so loud that she couldn't beat the roar. Cutting tip. He revealed himself as the strange sound rolled up the sand.

"What, this... The car, the car."

The collector saw a square box that looked neglected in the middle of the sand, just groaning.

There was an undressed “automobile" with four wheels in a square box, with a face that had been around for thousands of years.