Dungeon+Harem+Master

Not as much as dew to see goodbyes come in this way. As far as ideals are concerned, I've always wanted to live, no, leaning on it forever. Now even this unique curved beauty seems loving.

"Goodbye, Rommel One"

"So let that be the depressing little play. It's time to go downstairs."

To Rudge's chilling words, the collector bent his lower lip as he bit the end of the handkerchief.

It was a farewell, albeit brief, to my fellow travellers who had finally stepped through the desert. In front of you, you can see the slope that leads to the twentieth hierarchy, but no matter what you raise, you can't move the Rommel I giant forward.

"Cland, don't be sad. Rommel-kun and I will see each other again someday. Hey."

"Mary. Ugh, what a sweet kid you are. In exchange..."

"Do you want me to be a ghost? Anyway, I'm sorry you're getting older than you can tell. Look, I've been killing time here for over an hour. You don't want to move on, be clear!

"Ya. Rudge, hysterical."

I thought I saw a real-world king with fire behind Rudge, so I stopped teasing him. It's life-threatening to stick around any more. That's what the collector's intuition said.

The passage to the basement is located in the central part of the desert. The tanks found by the collectors had technology and power that modern Japanese science could not explain, but if they could not be brought back, there was only one way to abandon them to this hierarchy and put them on hold for another day. Leaving it near the entrance and exit of the hierarchy is also unlikely to be sidelined by other adventurers.

When the collector left his companions on the spot and spent the whole day moving them to distant places, he dug and buried a large hole in Liza's earthly attribute sorcery. This would make it impossible to find it early, and it would not be possible to move it first than the keeper has the startup key.

"Ugh, Rommel One. Hardly."

"Klund, I said goodbye to Mr. Rommel. I hope you're not sad. It's got Liza too."

"I'm here, too. Don't cry. Clando is sweet."

Down twenty tiers crying imitation. Along the way, the elves, who were genuinely deceived that their collectors were grieving, begin to comfort themselves in person to replace them. They were basic, pure and unknown to doubt.

"Ha. Nothing much. Sora, we're on the twentieth level. Mary, please mark."

Rudge, who was mourning the waste of time, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows loose, went.

"It's gone."

Basically, the Adventurer stretches the Escape Point transfer line near the entrance and exit for each descent from the hierarchy. Mary worked a warp zone that could be connected directly to the mansion, masterfully disguised in a familiar motion. Rudge quickly moved his feather pen and wrote down the topographical map, causing him to wear a thin finger and play the edge of the piece of paper.

"Cland, you're finally on the twentieth tier. Separated."

Artemisia lowers her eyes and laughs. How cuter the look on your face when this is the case than usual. The collector was also caught and smiled.

"Oh. So that's it."

"That's right. It's the guardian beast hunt you're waiting for."

Russi blushed her eyes and caught her lips in a snug manner.

Guardian beast.

It is a generic term for a super beast that supposedly protects the ancient twelve artifacts (Lost High Weapon) placed on every ten levels.

The basic policy of the clan is to recover no treasure left behind, an ancient relic abandoned by the predecessors. In the boss room on the tenth floor, he harshly shot a guardian beast named Metal Golem to get his treasure. We've come this far, and we don't have the option of dodging twenty tier bosses.

"Guys. Just us, we're gonna kill twenty tier bosses. That's good."

Tension ran on everyone by the words of the collector. They are born with intense complacency with all of them. I don't want to lose to the Residual Army.

The last boss was finally defeated by a total lead. This dungeon is more monster vicious every downstairs, and then thinking about it, the twenty tier guardian beast is tougher and more plausible than the ten tier metal golem.

but here, you won't want individual growth, as you seem to be turning to the rest of the group for help. If we have too many people, nature and the consciousness here tend to fade.

I'm not saying it's bad to rely on your buddies, but if you can't resist the boss by less than half, this ahead will be comatose. I want you to gain the strength to defeat that coma.

This battle, so to speak, is a litmus stone that will occupy the future of the Clan “Dungeon Master”.

The Collector, Sizka, Artemisia, Rudge, Meriandale, Karen and Liza, the seven, head to the deepest part of the valiant twentieth hierarchy.

These seven have a relative balance of power with the possessors in the avant-garde, Sizka, Artemisia, Meryandale in the middle guard, Karen in the rear guard, and Liza.

Only Meryandale stands out and has low combat ability, but as an adventurer, in fact, he has the most experience in this. Artemisia belonged to other clans before meeting the zodiac, but even if she was half-hubbed and excelled in martial arts, she was not so different from an amateur in terms of detail in the dungeon. Rudge was knowledgeable, but he was still inferior compared to Meryandale, who did not involve experience and had the strength backed by experience in alchemy's collection of materials.

"Aww."

"Also, Mary's on it. You're a real loser."

"Ha. I'm sorry."

Reach out to Meryandale, where Karen fell laughing bitterly. Slightly, there's a lot of carelessness, but Meryandale's own motor nerves aren't that bad. No, it's rather better than standard.

The narrow cliff rocky rocks cut off like a screen and the breathtaking vertical slopes also find a little rock clue and climb a little.

Even compared to elves with better motor skills than humans, endurance and reflex nerves are no worse. She herself can't actively hunt monsters because she only has knife skills to the extent of her protective technique, but the collectors bought a fairly high quality of an individual named Meryandale inside.

"Anyway, Mary told me to be careful. Now, march on."

The Twenty Hierarchy was not a desert like the Nineteen Hierarchies, but rather an orthodox, typical dungeon dominated by rocks and darkness that we are always familiar with. Proceed in a row through a natural tunnel like a forced dig out. There is an irresistible odor mixed with moss and starchy air drifting down the tip of my nose.

While barely progressing, a black shadow leaped out in front of me.

Death Worm, a monster resembling a giant eel. The size, about one hundred and forty centimeters, is reddish throughout, with small black dots rambling by the way.

"Whoa."

Faster than the collector put up his sword, Death Worm has ejected red and black mucus extensively as he opened the tip opening wide. Quickly deflect with backsteps.

One hair at a time, is that it? The shaken mucus raised white smoke as it dissolved the golo rock as it was scattered across the ground at his feet. It was a powerful venom attack on Death Worm.

We can't help each other by spreading in narrow passages. In other words, it will take the form of the foremost collector facing an imminent threat. Saturated Rudge chanted the magic of space-time delay (slow down) in the auxiliary system. The movement of the Death Worm that brought the sickle neck becomes a knoll.

"Konno Oops"

Karen, who was in the rear guard for a moment, cut off the arrow and let go. I'm not ten meters away. The arrow, when sucked into the mouth of the Death Worm, instantly thrust behind him, dealing damage.

"What the fuck, man! You don't have any pain?

The Death Worm is pouring fluids hard from the pierced area, but it's like he's leaning over without flinching.

Karen continues, staring at the two arrows and releasing them. A slight upset passed on to his fingers, or as he shrunk and slipped through the belly-up Death Worm's back, the arrow flew in the wrong direction.

I am not an enemy who is silent on this. Deathworm, shaking his whole body twice and three times, expressed a blue and white current. The darkness became as dewy as it was in the midday sun.

"Ngah."

"Ugh."

"Shit."

"Ha ha."

Decent eating of discharge attacks in order of collector, sizka, artemisia and rudge. Momentarily, the collector spread his arms and covered the personnel behind him, but Sizka and Rudge were temporarily deprived of their physical freedom in an intense electrical attack and rolled onto the spot.

"Leave it to me!"

"Al, please"

The collector kept his knee poked and groaned. The back of the eyeball is heavily sparked. A knight with a large spear could be seen leaping to the head.

Exactly. Artemisia was tough. When she put up the Virgin's spear, she put a spear on the dancing Death Worm.

Ooh, and leave a tremendous wind-cut noise, and the tip becomes like a snake, and devours the Death Worm.

The spear, buried deep into the body of the Death Worm, intensified the green bleeding.

Possession Complete

Almost at the same time, Liza, who unloaded the Earth Spirit on him in the rear guard, opened the magic of earthly attributes.

Her chosen technique was the Great Jaw of the earth (Ground Fang), which altered and reconstructed the structure of the surrounding rocks to reveal giant fangs. The battlefield was narrow, unfavourable and advantageous.

Up, down, left, right, a projection of rock raised from the rock floor of the cave stabbed and pierced the entire body of the Death Worm so that it could be chewed.

There's no escape for that monster either. Soon he was chewed up with rock fangs all over his body, and a few seconds later, just a chunk of meat and fruit, scattered around.

"You did it. A victory for everyone!

"You were just rolling."

"Cora! Don't tell the truth. Klund will be hurt."

Karen goes in and Artemisia follows. The collector, for a moment, when he solidified and clogged his voice, imitated wiping his eyes with his fingertips and went again.

"You did it. A victory for everyone!

"Do you want to start over there?

"Ah. Yes, yes, Klund worked hard. Good luck. I got it. Let's not move on."

Small poke at Karen's back of the head with the back cover of the magic book Rudge has in his hand.

"Aww. Oh, my God. I was just talking about you! Why the bump?"

Karen swells her poof cheeks like a cake. When Rudge finally turned the other direction, he decided to ignore it. She just wants to move on, apparently.

"The only person who can say that is Liza. Karen, too."

"This is where we get along, sparing Liza's face. Come on."

"I'm on Kland's side no matter what."

Sizka leans over with a loving smile. My eyeballs got hot.

"Ah, come on."

Karen waves both hands and hits me around the chest. Grab your head and stop or let go and squirm.

"Hey, can I have a little respect for my story too..."

Now that Rudge has swept away, I can get rid of you. Somehow, if you were dealing with a woman decently, you wouldn't have enough time.

It proceeded to straddle the deathworm, which became a piece of flesh. Narrow roads narrowed and narrowed, and gradually, the collectors began to crawl. Of all these, the body of the collector is naturally the largest. In other words, as long as the collector is not stuck in the road, the succession will be in the form of loose ends everywhere.

"This is the logic of a cat's beard"

If the head goes through, the body goes through.

Gradually, everyone becomes silent. Due to the chilling air, my lower stomach rang. No matter how much, I can't fart in this situation. I'm sorry against Sizka, which follows right behind me. On the other hand, a sadistic idea came to mind of what she would look like when Moro farted on her face.

While the collector continued to be bored, the end came. Crawling out of the hole, there lay a large cavity that had been drilled. The ceiling and the native hikarigoke at your feet allow you to see the surroundings. Despite the fact that it is in the unscathed cave of the yang, the blue-brown trees, by the way, grow slightly.

"Wow. It's full of trees."

"Oops. Something's like a forest. Does Liza like the woods?"

"Yeah. I like green"

Born and raised in the forest zone, Liza sparkled her eyes and danced as she twirled the spot around like a child. The green soothed my heart, albeit only slightly, to the gloomy, eyes that looked at all the rocks and moss.

"Guys, look. There's a stream flowing."

When Karen pointed to the river at her feet, everyone moistened their eyes to the smell of clean water.

"Wow, it's true."

"Beautiful"

Sara, listening to the spiral, moves on. Little bit, I'm in a hiking mood.

"I've been watching all the sand. My heart seems to be washed."

"Hey hey! Take a look! There's fish."

"Uh, yes, yes. Fish. It's a grilled fish meal today."

The treasurer stroked Karen's head with me.

"Oh, why are you trying to eat it right away? I don't feel sorry for you."

"You like fish. You're a selfish one. That's the princess."

When Karen gave her tongue, she crouched down and dropped her eyes on the gentle stream of water. When I looked at him thus silently and soaking his hands in the spiral, the remarkable beauty appeared in blue and it was just an atmosphere of fairies and such. There is an irresistible aroma of colour in the way my hair is raised.

As the collector sighed, ho, he rushed over again, hoisting over his head a stone with as much as Liza held from across the woods.

Oh, the minute I thought, Liza jumped into the middle of the river and slammed it against the rock she was sticking out. Goh, a heavy noise sounds and a small fish floats out puffy on the river. It's bee fishing. Is that okay?

"What are you doing? Whoa!

"It's bait."

Liza grabs me as Karen summons. As the collector did his hand on his face and shook his head in mourning, he could see Meryandale holding a stone, with his middle waist next to him. She, haha, and laughed in a dry voice, sliding the stone off her finger and dropping it.

"Eh heh. Fish, it's delicious, right?"

"I mean, Mary's better at eating than she is."

"Outside the heart, sir."

But I got plenty of fish. So for lunch, the main thing was to salt the fish. Light a fire and cook as you line up by the river.

The women, handy and as they drained the river fish walnut, sprinkled salt and stabbed them in the branches of the tree, arranged them radially around the fire. Carpet, wait to burn while swallowing raw spit at the dripping sound of fat.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

"Nah. You're not gonna get away with losing your temper."

As the collector was squeezing the roasted fish around his head, he frowned, avoiding the pieces of meat that Karen splashed. My teeth are sturdy, so I can crush them no matter how hard they are. The bones of the remaining head ordered Liza to burn them carefully.

"Jouuuuuuuuu. Come on, you can burn the dust."

Dark elves baking fish bones while singing strange mythons. The collector waited patiently looking at Liza's prickets as she sat on the stone, stirring her neck joint.

"Klund, the fish is cooked."

"Thank you"

When the collector threw the head of the fish into the cup, he soaked the liquor from the top. After a while, the alcohol is combined with the irresistible flavors that have emerged from the bones of the fish to give it a "no use" flavor.

Bone wine. Tilt the glass, dropping the liquor down his throat. Jin and I were so good that I could almost cry.

"Mmm. It's bitter..."

When I stirred up two or three cups to keep standing, my body was getting pop hot. The women know the collectors are unusually strong against booze, and they don't really complain about drinking from day to day in the first place. Problem is, they avoid immersing a woman in a store.

"Well, where the economy comes on, we're moving forward."

"Hey, my legs are fluttering. Are you okay?"

"Daijitsuba, Al!

"Hiccup."

The collector leads to Artemisia right next door with a red face, rubbing his cheeks.

"I'll take the lead. Sizka. Please him."

"Mm-hmm. Leave it to me."

Rudge took the place of the collector and stood in the front row. Artemisia follows right behind as an aid. The treasurer, who became a thousand feet, manages to walk, supported by Sizka and Meriandale on both sides.

(Oh, the river spiral. mossy, stump, and stones...)

"Hey, Sizka. If there's such a wonderful landscape that doesn't move your mind, it's a problem."

"I mean, I think it's more of a problem with Klund's fingers."

Meryandale, who was supporting the left side, went zito-eyed. The collector is crawling his fingers on the important front part of Sizka while pretending to be drunk from earlier. The bent fingertips of the Kuno texture move smoothly up and down, stimulating the boom. Mm-hmm, there was a leak in the suppressed exhale.

Sizka wrinkles between her eyebrows with her lips firmly tightened and seemingly crusty look to withstand the humiliation. The collector whistled and looked familiar as he deliberately stuck his lips out.

"Oh too. If that's what you want, come to me."

"Huh?"

Face to face reflexively. He was as faceless as a wax doll. Oh, what? Scared!

"Come to me. Hey."

"Ah, ah. Yeah, yes."

A strong light lit Meryandale's eyes with or without sarcasm. Hey, I'm drunk.

"Come on, it's time for your uncle to do his best."

"White"

"Klund......"

Meryandale's words pierce. Sizka looked at this one unfortunately, but ignored it.

The collector shakes his head and leaps to the beginning as he skips away from the two. Slapped Rudge's ass, made a grass whistle out of the bushes and blew it through the forest zone.

"Somehow, you're out of a clap. I wondered how many of them were in the woods."

"Isn't that nice? It's easier psychologically without a scary enemy."

Artemisia, who had put up a spear and handed out her gaze around, looks back in such a shameful way. Meryandale snoozes her calf with a bitter smile.

Speaking of which, I'm still walking quite a bit today. The treasurer let the camp begin its dominance when he set up a tent on a promising small high hill. Regardless, the person does not move while sitting somewhere on the stone. Only wait for even dinner while giving Lisa an exaggeration.

When I put something warm in my stomach, I dived into the tent again. In the shrub, lying on your back and staring at the ceiling, you can hear quietly the sound of a “ change of clothes or comb of hair ” around you at night. Karen, who unwrapped her curly hair, roared "uh-huh," looking for branch hair in her mind.

As he utters as he looks seriously at the fool, he is gradually dragged into his dreams. Someone feels like kissing their cheeks. On my chest, with a soft blanket, I almost remember something I'd forgotten a long time ago. Consciousness turns away softly, like a thread has been cut. The shadows of the night have stained every inch of my body. I still didn't dream.

At the end of the twentieth hierarchy dwells a monster. He is a king with unparalleled power called the so-called Guardian Beast.

The branch was immediately known. It's a split path, and the trace is obviously different in intensity.

The direction down the slope on one side is trampled with countless footprints and the road is ready as if it were tidy. The road leading to the other was so sparse that you wouldn't know if you hadn't tried to be careful.

"The route that leads to the boss room with the guardian beast is very clear. Despite this, most adventurers ignore it and go downstairs. The reason is simple. The difficulty of the hierarchy and the strength of the guardian beast are different."

Rudge rang his throat, pointing the lantern's light away. There is no fear in that voice. Rather, it is up with uncontrollable curiosity and excitement. More importantly, guardian beast hunting is a prescribed policy. It's impossible to stop coming so far. My stomach is turning.

"Yeah, come on."

As the collector stood in front of the frivolous large door, he pushed the blackened center left and right with dirt and grease.

"Wow."

"What the hell?"

"Wow. Bright."

Nanaka was a huge cavity. Straight cobblestones stretch far beyond. If you drop your eyes, the precisely cut white bedrock fits in so perfectly that it is hexagonal and has no gaps.

The candle resting on the left and right rock skin is lit at the same time. I don't need a lantern.

The collector, when he did his hand to pull through the long sword at any time, proceeded without alarm. One step forward, a tingling, irresistible air stings my skin. Oddly, my throat dries up and my stomach gets fever.

"Hehe. The atmosphere is full. Now I wonder where to file a complaint if your enemies are in shobo"

"That, naturally, would be a guild"

"I feel sorry for Nelly"

"The chatter, apparently, must be over by now"

Sizka pulled out the song knife without making a sound. imitate it and everyone moves into a combat posture.

Front.

In the middle of the tidy space, it was there.

Otherwise he was a giant rooster. A disastrously bright red tosaka stands out. Originally, feathers that should be white would be dirty with years of dust and would no longer be close to gray.

The size would also be over five meters. Notably, its lower body. A jarring urchin is rubbing against each other and sounding. Snake. The lower abdomen was a complete snake, and usually, on the part that was supposedly tailed, a giant fang-stripped snake-head stared at this one with white, shining eyes. In contrast, the main rooster's eyes are tightly closed and there is no sign of opening. Seekers were creepy.

Cocatrice.

It is the guardian beast of the twenty tiers.

As the collector advanced one step forward, a chunk of white gravel at his feet made a dry noise. I see. One side of the place where Cocatrice stands is made up of this little gravel deposited.

Neither was the fire lid of the battle cut and dropped. Three of the collectors, Artemisia and Sizka, pulled out their weapons and jumped in unison.

At the same time, Rudge and Liza chant and Karen set the target with Elfinbow.

Rudge's space-time delay (slow down) was freed almost simultaneously when the collector aligned his long sword with Cocatrice's protruding mouth. A crest formation followed a white clock in the void was painted heavily. It is an unattributed sorcery that significantly blocks the subject's flow of time.

"Retreat! Everybody retreat now!

"What? What the hell..."

The battle has just begun. The moment the attention of the collector was there, the head of the serpent, the tail of the cocatrice, along with an unusual wind-cut sound, came on a strong tackle.

I don't have time to scratch. The collector ate the harsh body area properly and bounced like a po and a po.

The blown up place was bad again. Rudge, who dedicates a book of star magic, stands on the bar.

Eat a roll on Moro and fly to the wall.

"Hey, it's dangerous!

Immediately driving, Liza magically softened the bedrock like rubber.

but you can't even kill all the shocks. Rudge, who became the underside of the treasurer's giant, had a concussion and left it upside down.

"Mary! Rudge, please. I'll get rid of him immediately."

"Ugh, yeah. Leave it to me!

As the collector stood up not to crush Rudge, who was resting under his belly, he grabbed the rolling sword and rushed out again toward Cocatrice.

Victoire was drying the mansion's laundry in the garden. Now the maid's clothes are so perfectly tamed that it seems like every dream I had was riding around with armor on.

Slightly enough, I am haunted as if I had been doing this kind of work since birth. There is no question there.

"Mm-hmm. It's still clear today. Laundry day."

Silver Villago has been sunny for the past week, day after day. Margaret's white flowers bloom in the garden, with the girls chasing after her. The flower garden is riddled with butterflies, with a sweet scent that tickles the nostrils. Victoire returns to work with a green eye-friendly color.

Pull the sheet with a pin to one end and pass it through the rod without a piece of looseness. Her tall is taller for a woman, so she can do her work with ease, especially without using a platform. Thank God around here.

"Mm-hmm. What?

Look down with the skirt hem pulled. There were about a few little elf girls running around solidifying themselves together.

"Um..."

"Um..."

"This is what we followed."

"Kitano."

The girls offered a bouquet of colorful flowers and twisted themselves around.

"Is this...? Flowers. You want this for me?

"Yeah, thanks for everything."

"Thanks."

"Crouch down. Hakake, Sashimi"

"Ah. Yeah. Thanks."

The girls were ashamed to insert the flowers they had piled into Victoire's hair.

It was so alarming at first, but as I took the time to take care of it, the girls gradually opened their hearts to Victoire. It's not just about that. The girls, whispering their gratitude, expressed themselves in what they could. My chest gets clogged.

- Shit. I think I'm gonna cry.

"I don't know. Does it look good on you?

"Yeah, yeah."

"Vee, it's like Ohime."

"Right. Right. Thank you, guys. I'm happy for you."

The golden hair shows the deep blue-purple color of the blue daisy. Victoire broke up with the girls as he broke up with them "ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Let's see if we can strain the rest of the cleaning. If your mind plays, your body is light. Let's get one of the nose songs out. Initially, I cleaned the mansion quite handy, and now even once I closed my eyes, I had a quick, but accurate, way to go.

"Run. Rurala."

As Victoire mumbled his shitty homemade poetry, he passed into one of the rooms and found the door half-opened.

(Oh, speaking of which, cleaning Krund's room was Pordina's share...... Just fine. I feel good today, so let me distract you. Suppose I do it)

Heh heh, I just put my hand on the door, and then I felt some signs. Gikri, and although I try to stiffen my body, it was Pordina herself who stood beside the bed, which came to mind now. What? Don't startle me, I just sigh.

Pordina - I tried to call her - and then her throat froze into her unusual atmosphere.

Seeing, she stands with her tail shaken to the left and right with a boom, somewhat with a cloth cut in her hand. Speaking of strange, it was strange. Since Pordina had declared that she would receive it, she did not care about the personal room of the collector, etc., but from the disturbance of the sheets and blankets on the bed, it seems that one thing has not changed since the morning she travelled.

Pordina didn't know because she completely separated her husband, the collector's laundry, from the rest, but isn't this the one called neglect of duty? I thought I'd give him a shout, and the moment I got on with myself, Victoire could also understand who Pordina was with.

(Oh, oh, that's -! What about bread?

What she had in her hand was a man's underwear, no more mistakes to make. Moreover, it is a underwear that carefully covers the groin. I found out that I didn't take it off and wash it with a creased wrinkle.

"Oh, your husband. Well."

(What are you snooping about, are you...?

"Well, well, well..."

Pordina is breathing roughly and smelling hard as she buries her face in the panther's underwear.

I don't even have time to prepare my mind. It was amazing, unintentional.

"Or, kaha."

Now I'm stuck breathing in a completely different way than I was earlier. I feel like I've been forced into the back of my throat with lead. My chest gets worse.

- This, I don't know. Too harsh.

As Victoire was sweating bitchily on his back, now would it be Pordina, wrapped the Lord's sheets around his body and rolled over his bed with a gobble.

"Oh, oh, my God. I can't stop thinking about it."

Exactly a female-dog state with a platter.

If it moves, they do it.

As Victoire fought the terror that struck him, he did now hear an indescribable luscious ravenous voice leaking from a hunk of sheets that became like a minotaur. So much so that something in Victoire called pettine.

- Don't be silly.

I feel like the clean memories I had earlier were tarnished.

Victoire squeezed his fist as he pulled his face, knocking it into the door.

Doo, and the roar of heaven and earth covered him, and a huge chunk of sheets jumped on the bed.

One of the blue-purple petals inserted into her hair fell off.

After I did it, I realized. I was wondering what to do to follow up after this.