Dungeon+Harem+Master

A blue and white box. It looked that way in the distance. To Sizka, I was slightly upset when I noticed the collector staring with a nostalgic look at that box, which suddenly appeared where it had not been until yesterday.

In his eyes dwells a strong homesickness that has hardly ever appeared before. It made Sizka burn things like rush and jealousy in her chest that she had never felt before.

Outside the ruins. About a hundred steps away, the box is standing. I saw it, and I knew it, but the box made it crawl out of the sand beneath the ground, and I stuck my head out of the nest hole.

Liza, like she wasn't frightened earlier, twinkles and dances. When I looked behind him with chillies, I noticed the sound had subsided and the rest of my people coming from the tent, pointing to the box, whispered, "What is it," "Is it a monster," etc., loudly.

Sizka was not in the mood to stop wondering as she watched the collector walk over with little vigilance.

"Stay away from inadvertent. It could be dangerous."

"No, I'm fine."

He's a man who doesn't ask for opinions. The collector moves on the sand as he loosens his cheeks. He's baseless in more or less things. Sizka only moved her eyes firmly as she harrowed.

"I don't know what to do," Artemisia said as she stood her spear. She is a warrior of war. Exactly. Vigilance doesn't break fast.

I think Sizka should be more curious himself.

but what was in front of me was obviously foreign. I can't let the collector get close to something I don't know on his own.

But, oddly enough, it was also a long way off to break my mood. Nature and arms stretched. When I grabbed the hem of my coat, my shallow black face turned this way.

"Mm-hmm. What?"

"Wait. Me too, Yuku."

"Liza, Liza,"

(I have no choice. Be as vigilant as possible, but be prepared to deal with anything as soon as it happens. Yeah)

The box, as I approached it, resembled a carriage somewhere.

The human being, fifteen or six, is a volume that is likely to be spared.

Sizka thought of a rectangular confectionery box that she often gets as a gift.

I don't know how long it was buried in the ground, but overall it was blue. Somehow it resembles a green onion.

As he approached and gently stroked the surface, Artemisia uttered a frightened voice, "You're in danger".

The rectangular box has about four huge wheels on all sides. As long as Sizka's back length. That felt somehow, even though it was rounded, like a beast hiding fierce fangs.

"Automobiles. No, tanks, I guess. This."

"Tank?"

I was nodding, yeah, yeah, while the collector put on his arms. Of course it's about as romantic as a tank. But what Sizka knows about tanks is the cars he made the horses pull, and Romless tank squads in particular are built much smaller than the ones in front of them, so that they can get around small.

This is too big to be sniped from afar. Even by design, the clay has been cut into squares and placed somewhere unblemished. And, I mean, it just seemed clueless.

"Stupid. I know what tanks look like, too. Klando, okay? Tanks don't work without horses. First of all, nobody can shoot a bow in here, and there's no place for people to sit, there's no fastening trees connecting horses and cars."

As Karen hid behind Artemisia's back, she went. She is also highly curious, but vigilance prevails, and she can't seem to get close to one of these odd boxes right now.

"We can't do that until we get closer."

"Yada. 'Cause I'm scared of something"

"Oh, yeah."

Where is the wind blowing from the treasurer?

In contrast, Liza was petting all over the box with both hands, expressing thoughts like "Nha -" or "hiccups -" all she wanted.

"Silly Lisa! What, you're a wacko to touch something you don't know? Don't do it because it's dangerous. Hey, they're gonna bite you."

"It's dangerous at all. Plus, when it sticks like this. It makes me feel good."

Liza's body is almost nude, as she is only covered with extremely small microbikinis.

So they just put the body in direct contact with the surface of the box, and direct cold air is transmitted.

I'm stuck on the side of the box while I'm defenseless. From the side, her pressed round breasts are grumpy.

"Yeah. It's like, ice."

Sizka also stretched her fingertips and stroked the surface of the box. The material is stone. Soft as a stiff. Pushing and looking, a subtle rebellion is created and slightly elastic.

I couldn't hide my surprise at the nature I'd never seen or heard before, and opened my mouth wide open like nature and vain.

Noticed, the collector stares at his face uncommonly. Sizka quickly covered her mouth with her hands and concealed her intense shame at what she had done.

It was a habit and a reflexive behavior that had been flogged from an early age.

"Wow, wow. Wow. Wow. What is it, here. At the bottom, it's stuck with lots of things you've never seen."

Soon, Meryandale, who was diving under the box, crawled out in the sand. Here, here, and like a kid who finds something fun, he prompts me to look at the bottom.

Sizka, not wanting to tarnish her clothes, moved only her face and looked at the belly of the box. Moment after moment, a wrinkle stopped between my eyebrows. I was in the mood for a glimpse of the fuzzy bumps creeping at the bottom of the hull where I had sailed for a long time. Something like a messy chunk of iron hangs endlessly.

Lisa and others, as they roll up the sand, become big letters at the bottom, "sooo" and "disgusting! Look at Karen, too!" and so on.

"Who sees, idiot! Silly Liza! Liza's Tampa."

When Karen left the box, she went back to the temple where the tent was.

but he turned his back slightly, and went.

"You're not stopping me?

"Uh, yes, yes. Come on, come here."

As the collector comforts him and spreads the front of his matching coat, he hugs him as he makes a buff sound so good. Regrettably. Damn, they're good at sweetening. Sizka secretly roared that there was still much to learn.

"What is this? What is this? This is..."

Running around like jeans playing around the box as Rudge roughed his nose.

He's the most dangerous.

"... so, what the hell? This."

With Rudge out of breath, he went.

"So even tanks. Well, I'd like to get in somehow."

"Get in? How?

I heard Artemisia fingering her thin jaw.

"Hmm. Something, I need a hint. All right, everybody. Get back to your brother."

The collector raised one hand and gathered them all together as they jumped back and forth.

Heh. It's hazy. Something cute......

Sizka, by the way, walked in formation next door.

"I don't feel comfortable with this, so I'm going to compile the information once. Let's all work together."

Become a circle and poke each other in the face. I'd like to help you, but I have nothing to talk about.

"Shitsune. I think I'd better break something like this."

"That opinion is dismissed, Karen. Hmm, what the hell, Al?"

"Yeah. Whatever Karen's opinion, I wonder if I need to stick to this box any more. Honestly, I don't want to get involved because I don't know why. Besides, it is also bone that destroys such a large mass of stone. In conclusion, I want to leave you alone. Well, that's fine."

Leave out what you don't understand. Artemisia's opinion was extremely natural. As things stand, there are four people interested in this box: the Collector, Rudge, Liza, and Meriandale. Sizka thought it best to leave her alone, just like Artemisia's opinion, if she pushed her boring curiosity to kill and judge calmly. I don't touch anything suspicious. It is the iron rule of long life.

"Yep. That's boring. So let's find out more."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. She has such a cute trick in her hall. I guess I'm just sick of being cute like this, and I was lightly irritated by the way Meryandale aimed at me.

(I shouldn't. Also, sexually vicious feelings are in your chest. Let's stop envying people......)

Sizka reflected a little after a light grid.

"Opposite to break it! Humans will destroy everything immediately! That's what Liza forbids!

Liza swelled her cheeks plump and punched Artemisia's chest with her fists.

Artemisia happens to grab Liza's face with one hand. It deformed into a much more scrupulous face.

(I wonder if this guy thinks anything about Klund seeing his current face? I can't stand it)

At least you're my winner in women's power. Sizka, in her heart, gently won.

"Nothing, that's why I meant it. Hey, Rudge. As a scholar, I have an opinion."

"Destruction is out of the question. Hmm, this is a material of concern."

"Oh, that's fine. Anything unusual in the middle of the night?"

The collector continued the conversation while galloping the back of his head. When Liza, who looked weird, leaves Artemisia's Iron Claw, she shrugs.

"Speaking of which... I have something in mind."

"Mm-hmm. No, Liza. You weren't in the tent, were you? What were you doing?"

"It's about dawn. Lisa woke up with a little errand in mind and went outside the tent to keep everyone asleep. When I finished my errands and tried to get back to my fuzzy bunk, I found something."

"Something. Whatever."

"It was a small discomfort at first. Liza found a little peel on one of the columns. Well, somehow, I caught it on my nails, and already, it peels off like this is funny... I realized that I was obsessed and peeling off the cracks in the pillars."

"A child, you are."

"Then then. This is funny, and if you're peeling it off, it's boggling. This is how the big Waleme was born. Liza's surprised, too! So, when I decided not to see if this was a bad idea and tried to get back, I found a red botch in the crack."

"... so?

"I pushed that botch with emotion. Then, this was no longer thought, and the square mystery box in the middle of the desert was shrugged. That's it, end of report."

Liza gave a serious look and a salute with her fingertips overlaid on the forehead area.

"I mean, it's all your fault."

"Ugh. I didn't aim for him."

"Holy shit!

Liza's head is followed by a grizzly index finger as the collector sighs. Sizka was a little jealous of her standing, like, wanting to be easily molested.

"You're out of line. Let's undo it."

"As usual, I guess. So, what does Klander want to know after all?"

"Rudge...... No, Dr. Rudge. All right, listen up."

"No. Why did you fix it now?"

"This box. No, I feel sorry for you in the box. This tank. Shall I name it Rommel One? As you can see, I looked around and couldn't find a place to get in. I wonder why."

"Rommel One," he said.

Karen stares half-eyed.

"Or whose name is Mr. Rommel?"

Meryandale asks cute as she puts on her little neck. That's what made Sizka so cute again that she couldn't stay calm.

"I don't know"

And then I answer it just like that. Really? - And he looked sad. Sizka hated herself a little like this.

"No, that's why I asked you why you re-worded it. Ignore my words... Right. In the first place, I don't even know what this box is for. I don't understand. But if you have a clue about Klund, why don't you tell us something stupid?"

"Huh. So- or so-? Do you want to know? Right."

"Wow, I'm so annoyed."

"Disgusting. Klando, it's so disgusting."

The collector opened his eyes to the criticism of Liza and Karen.

"Shut up, ignorant elves. Perhaps you'll need some kind of key to get into this tank. And from the circumstances, this guy who showed up right in front of me, he's totally helpful."

"So I'm asking you what this box is. Well, you don't like me that much."

"Excuse me. How can you be so sure? Tell me in plain sight."

Sizka forcibly interrupted the conversation for now and asked. Anyway, I wanted you to deal with him, and I want to talk to him.

"'Cause RPGs are common, right? In the first place, leave the car keys in an easy place to understand. Then it must be hidden somewhere in this temple."

"Ah Rupi Ji?

Karen held her head in, and she roared.

The collector has the habit of talking to Bella Bella about words that sometimes don't make sense to anyone.

Sizka felt then that he had gone far and felt so alienated that he could not control it.

Speaking of which, something like this came out of a broken pillar.

"This is...!

Seeing something like a rectangular little box that the collector received from Liza, Sizka was unconsciously touching her own hair. When I get anxious or feel strong loneliness, I don't know, I mess with it. When I was young, I was noticed many times by nannies, but even this year, habits will not improve.

Another box? What a small hatred the existence of a box that singles out the consciousness of the collector has become.

- Oh, I resent the box.

What he was now moaning in his hand was also different in size but in boxes. A box, or a small box.

Or why, you're so hostile to the box. I'm tired.

"Yes."

"Hey! What?

"Wow, something's opened -"

When the collector thought he had messed with the box, the flank of “Rommel I" opened without any foretaste.

Surprised.

Pretty surprised.

If you want to do it, I want you to go ahead, I thought so.

Sizka managed to withstand the calm. The companions around him were thrust to the extreme of confusion, like bees that were stuck around the nest box except in part.

"And so they're pretty sure this is how they open and close the doors. Come on, I got in. I got in."

We go on fairly forcefully, but Sizka didn't even hate these parts of the collector.

So ride quietly. It is an unintelligible object, but it is not against the words of my husband that I grew up impregnated by the marrow of my skeleton when I was a good wife.

- Well, it wasn't like I wasn't interested in this strange box.

Doya Doya Doya, get in with him. Even with all seven of them in, it was a living space that was quite affordable.

"Come on, don't push it. Don't push it."

"Wow. Damn, it's huge. I think I can live there."

Meryandale is moved as her eyes sparkle.

"With all these people in, you can't breathe that hard. And a spear, lay down and you can afford it."

When Artemisia manages to bring in the spear, she nods with a satisfied face.

"Something's cold here. I'm scared..."

Karen is still somewhere anxious about not being familiar with something she's unfamiliar with.

"I'm hitting on you. It's hot out there."

Like a dog where Liza finds grass, she suddenly rolls to the floor and slips her body.

"Nana, it's the same material."

Rudge got a lukewarm eye as he slapped the wall on the back of his hand.

Each one of them couldn't collect it when they uttered what they thought without context. Sizka pressed the floor with a sheath and looked at it, as with the external tension, with a strange rebellion that seemed soft as a stiff. Look, Liza is sitting directly on the floor. Come closer, I heard.

"How do you feel sitting?"

"Yeah. Not bad. This is going to help me sleep better when I fall asleep."

"Mm. Is that true?"

"Mmm. Maybe we should give it a try."

As Karen clasps her index finger, she looks at the flicker and the keeper.

Neither do I, but you're a pretty unintentional woman.

I know how you feel. Somehow, I want a man's push.

"Wow. As Liza said, it's not hard. I think I'll be able to take a nap."

I giggled as Meryandale stretched out her legs.

The bright eye lowers his eyeballs and lowers his posture in an attempt to peek into the contents of his skirt.

Sizka sincerely regretted that she was not dressed to be able to show a chill.

"And what is the material of this body? It's completely blocking the outside air, but the heat doesn't stick. It's like being in an ice room. It's not sharp. It's cold air."

"Here it is..."

"Klund?"

A collector sat in a chair shaking his body into small pieces.

In front of the chair, a strange circular ring protrudes.

What will I use?

Wondering, he went strict when he grabbed the wheel with both hands.

"I'll preempt everyone. The weak one, take off your pants."

All of a sudden, what are you doing?

Artemisia made a bewildered voice.

"Perverts, perverts, perverts!

Karen barked in a properly tall voice.

"Should I get Liza ready, too?

"Yeah! Shut up, shut up! I was born to ride this machine. Who said anything about crossing the desert in this tank!

"Calm down, Klando. I know how you feel. [M] How do we get this thing moving? If this is a ride, even if it's not a horse, I can't handle it."

Rudge calmly points out.

That's right. There's no horse attached to this. Whatever it takes, it won't work.

"In the first place, I can't see you out there."

"You can't see out there. So? Stupid women. You guys have never seen a vampire movie. This is masterfully blocking the outside light. Probably. Holla, you know, you've got a touch panel here."

"Tachiparu?

Sizka asked back to parrot back as she looked at the collector's hand. He picked one of the small, picturesque projections and glued with his fingertips and pressed.

"Wow!

You were alarmed, Rudge ran away from the wall.

"Now what? Whoa."

Karen raises her voice as high as she can.

At the same time, the noise rang and the walls on all sides accidentally opened so that the surrounding view could be seen. When Liza jumped momentum, she was blocked by something like an invisible wall and bounced back.

"Glass, not. A transparent wall."

Sizka followed at her fearful fingertips. Once again, an irresistible elastic membrane rebelled the stomach of the index finger.

Rudge opened the door vigorously and went outside. After a while I turned my face bright red with excitement and came back into the car. Did you fall somewhere, it's sandy around your knees. An eye-catching Meryandale is rushing over and paying off the sand.

"What's going on? This membrane! From the outside, you can't see anything like that."

"Probably that one. It's the principle of the Magic Miller. It doesn't look like it's made in Mitsubishi."

"Magic? What, was this one of those magic tools? Then I'm convinced."

"No, I guess I'd rather have video magic or something. For now, never mind."

The collector looked far away. Somewhere unbroken, like looking back at the past, that's the eye. Sizka's chest was tickled and hurt again without waxing.

"Whatever Klund's paranoia is. I'm a little concerned, too. Can I have a look outside?

I pulled the hem of my coat and asked. The collector said gracefully and gracefully.

"Until you're feeling better, Madam"

"When I say that, we are all Madame."

"Madame Merry. The wild scratch only lowers the woman."

"Wow. I'm a madam too..."

Sizka looked zazzled at the look of the box as she gently walked out the door. Hmm. Sure, there's no change in the exterior tension, it just looks like a big chunk of stone, just like at first.

I don't know what sorcery I used, but this would also make it possible to assault without understanding the number of people lurking in the outside enemy. Assuming this works as the collector says, it would be great for an ambush.

"Oh, you're back, Madame Sizka."

"Yeah. Rudge's right. I can't see anything from the outside."

"You will, you will"

The collector proudly spreads his nostrils muffled. Quite in a good mood.

"So, what good does this do?

It was a simple question.

"This is a tank. So it works properly without a horse"

"Hmm. So"

"So, park this tank in a crowded area all over the city. Come on!

"Then"

"I'm going to get laid watching people all over the city! Anyone walking outside has a normal life, but you shake your hips with joy. With the pleasure of being under critical circumstances that you might be noticed, drugs are dobbling out of your brain! What do you say, you'll be excited!

Everyone became silent.

- This, I just can't defend.

To the lesser words of the treasurer, everyone pushes silently open the door and goes down.

After a while, the only thing left in the box was Sizka and the keeper.

The man keeps his lips chewed up, punching his big body, trembling. He's like a flirtatious kid who's forced to put up with crying. Her chest cummed as she stared jiggly at her warped face.

"Eh, do?

I couldn't help but say that the fatigue crept up on Sizka's chest.

The collector, um, nodded and jumped into his chest. Sizka stroked her head gently, all right, and comforted the man as he received his large body.

In conclusion, the box moved. No, no more, let's stop calling it a box and call it a tank. When the pavilion owner speaks of crows as white, his wife agrees that they are white.

In this case, any question or inquiry can also be a conspiracy to the Lord. After that, the Sizkas began to restore self-esteem with those hands in order to restore their bullied collectors.

- I'm so tired of it. For now, I'm totally positive about Klund.

Such an air was brewed and understood by everyone, even though we did not discuss it in particular.

"Wahaha. Look how brave this Rommel One is! No enemies on the way!

"Yeah. Sure, it's working properly..."

- Blah, blah. Isn't it faster to walk? Everyone doesn't even care what they think. For among the chariots travelling through the desert with the luggage withdrawn from the abandoned temple was no more comfortable than I thought.

The collector sits on the front chair, adjusts his speed as he steps on the board at his feet, and masterfully controls the direction of travel with a wheel he grips with his hand.

The indoor of the tank, which progresses in such a way as to swim through the soft sand, is easy to spend without any interference in the heat waves outside, although walking is slow.

As far as sleeping Lisa and Meryandale go, he stands up to sleep easily. Artemisia also took off her armor and gracefully looked out at the view.

A tank with just a wheel on a rectangular box climbs up a steep slope of sand with a loud roar and ease.

If we were to climb this many slopes with human feet, we would be able to do quite a bit of hard work.

Sizka is also good at riding, but her ass still hurts if she rides a horse for a long time. For the first time, when I started training horses, my butt skin was torn with hard horse skin, tearing down and large grains of tears.

(Right. Let me be honest with you. It's so easy, okay)

"Right. Hey, Klando, let me steer you, too! That's good! Just a little, just a little. Don't lend it to me."

Karen had begged me earlier to replace the "Rommel I” maneuver.

He gives a thriving sweet voice on his nose as he hugs it around the collector's neck. I just happen to envy the bug crawling out and my back kind of tickled.

"No, no. If I left you the steering wheel, there wouldn't be enough life."

"That's good. If you want to keep the steering wheel, you can keep your life."

"I can."

There's a unique air flow between them.

I couldn't even force myself to interrupt, and Sizka blurted out to see the view. Despite being a dungeon of closed spaces, there was a sea of yellow-brown deserts that seemed infinite.

At the window Rudge was running a pen on the map with his eyes bright red. I'm keeping track of my driving.

When this happens, she only returns a raw reply no matter what she talks about.

I thought I'd rest a little, and when I tried to lower my back, the sound of the wheels scratching the sand with a dull sound stopped perfectly. I stopped driving for some reason. I wonder what that intent is. Sizka overheard.

"Cland, did you find anything?

"Mm. It's Shomben."

Freedom is fine, Sizka thought.