Dungeon+Harem+Master

In anticipation of the plague disturbance subsiding and the beginning of a peaceful visit to the mansion, the Zao resumed his attack on the dungeon.

Quickly step through the rest of the twenty-four hierarchies without a tori.

After a breath when he reached the twenty-five tiers, the collector instructed everyone to prepare the camp promptly.

The companions I took with me this time, caring for my still sickly daughters, became a natural and subhuman party.

Five people: Pordina, Dorothea, Karen, Liza and Loulou.

Except for Pordina, they were all elf species, and the human race that participated in them outside the vault was one Victoire who was unusually resistant to the disease.

"Idiot, you don't. If I put a tree together like that, it wouldn't catch fire. Don't just pile it up. Here's how you put it together. I'm going to make sure the air passes. Otherwise, it's a waste of seed fire. See, light the groceries at first... and Nara at the end. This guy doesn't burn very well, but once he does, he'll have a few hours."

"Mm-hmm. Unexpectedly, one firefight. That's very annoying."

As the collector sat down on the stone, he was lecturing Victoire across the street on the correct way to do the fireworks.

Apparently, your daughter always had every samurai do it, and she doesn't know how to face the fire.

"But, Klando. I can't solve this. Look, I seem to burn a lot. I applied plenty of oil to this Nara's wood... Why can't we just do this?

Victoire looked really uncomfortable about why the fire didn't catch on the way he put it on, and he was staring at the wood that didn't even tickle.

"I guess the wood itself is damp. Well, it takes a while for the temperature to go up. Sure, if you paint it, it seems like it'll catch fire soon, but it's the only thing that's burning. Then it disappears quickly. It disappears because oxygen does not circulate between and among sufficient wood cuts. You see?"

"I don't know... you're just like a sword. Does lighting also mean that experience still means something? After all, the collectors are ahead on this matter. As you can see, I'm not good at it, but I'd appreciate it if you could just tell me a little bit more."

"Oh, that's okay. How to light a fire - I'll teach you as much as I want. I'm free."

"Ho. You're free. You're in good shape. I didn't know you were going to let the strawberries hang out."

"Ngu!

When I felt a chilli fever on my neck and looked back, there Dorothea, with her zito-eyed eyes on her apron, was pitting her meat-cutting knife in the palm of her hand.

(You are skinned Ed Gain. Don't stand there in silence!

"I wasn't playing anything else. I was just having Crand teach me a little bit of wisdom about life."

"Yeah. Lord, have you not been clever enough to light a fire by yourself before?

When Dorothea seemed mean and half-eyed, Victoire looked out of sight at first sight.

"... Really?

"No, man. Damn, that's his mistake! Sa, well, let's see if I can help everyone too. and"

Even though Victoire knew how to light the fire, he dared not to crush the Founder's men.

When I realize that, I just can't wait to "embarrass..." myself.

No, but you realized you'd said something nice, and Dorothea ran off with a bumpy face.

- It's a terrible one, is it an abandoned play?

"Hajikaku..."

The collector blamed himself for the dogmatic self he had known, and was bored.

"Master, could you please tell me what you're talking about?"

Pordina crouched in right next to him and threw a merciful glance as the collector covered his face with both hands. My chest is full.

"Eh heh. The one with the fireworks... It's the way the fire works."

The way the Lord leans shoulder to shoulder and stares at the fire. Victoire, who had been evacuated far away, said he was flabby.

"Is that guy okay with me...?

"Though the Lord originally begins."

After a small dinner, the collectors laid themselves in a narrow tent and thought of the journey they had taken today.

Yeah, you're usually tired.

"When you move your body for a while, it feels heavy."

"Clandestine is sloppy. Liza has no problem with that."

Liza, who was twirling in the next shrub, was doing really well in a reliable manner.

"Huh. I'm fine, too! Instead, you're not going to be able to sleep enough!

"Uh, it's a lie. Karen was at the end of the hill."

Liza denied it by straightening Karen out of her tense and uplifting momentum.

"Ha ha! Oh, that, I was just breathing. I can't believe you don't even know that much. Is Liza still hanging out? I can't seem to do that! That's a fiction. Gee, hee, hee! Is that it? I'm sorry, I used a bit of a hard word. Your kid Liza may not understand, but I'm sorry."

"No, it was Liza who pushed Karen's big ass up on the last slope... What's wrong with Mr. Cullen's head?

"Huh? I just didn't ask for it. I didn't ask for any of that crap. Even if the heavens and the earth cover you, you don't have to do that alone."

"I said, I said, I said, I said! And, yeah. Loulou is the witness!

Loulou, who was turning his back round, shook himself in horror.

"Loulou doesn't know that, does he? I mean, you shouldn't know! I don't know. He said he didn't even know! Loulou is on my side."

"Hey, I'll threaten you in the end."

"Then ask Loulou. Liza believes and respects Loulou more than anyone else for his true and fair elves."

……

"Well, that's silent."

"Why aren't you on my side? Ugh."

I want you to tell me the truth.

"Clandestine..."

"Hey, don't jerk off Loulou. Even the watch is small, so it's a four-hour shift. Sleep with you. That's Karen, don't pull Loulou's ear. Hey, Liza. I'll change my sleeping position. I'll be in between Karen and Loulou. All right, now we can't get a little bit out of this."

"Sort of. If I fell asleep because of this, Liza, I'd like to play a lot of pranks on Klando, but no."

"I'm sorry. Yeah... Ola, turn off the lights. Turn off the lights! We're going to bed, Temei et al."

"I always thought, Mr. Klund. What the hell is that?

"Clando, Clando. Talk to me before you go to bed. Yikes. Yeah, I like the three cobwebs you talked about before."

"You're a baby! Sleep tight.... and Loulou, don't look at me like that. Damn, I get it. That's all I'm talking about."

"Liza would like a red candle and mermaid."

"Clando, if we talk about it, we're out of business."

"I won't, I won't. Why did Liza hear so much about it before she went to bed?"

"Liza's heart wants darkness."

"You mustn't greed me, hey"

In the meantime, the keeper slept for about four hours. Originally, it was time for the Karen Liza group to stand watch, but she had a quick and healthy sleep whether she was exhausted in her long quest for a dungeon.

Dorothea and Pordina, who were surrounding the fireworks, looked like they were doing it when they left the tent blowout to be gently unnoticed. Victoire has a blurry face with fireworks attached by wooden branches. It was just at a time when my concentration was easily interrupted.

"I sleep a lot. Keep him asleep."

"Damn, a man named Lord wouldn't ask me if I let him out..."

Dorothea was not willing to blame the unnecessary care shown by the collectors on these occasions for violating the rules.

Victoire, on the other hand, is dull about whether drowsiness is coming to his brain or not. When the collector urges him to sleep, he dives into the tent like a trained dog. Dorothea showed her white teeth and chuckled fluffily.

"Then so am I."

Pordina, who was supposed to go into temporary sleep, offered to continue her watch, but with a word from the collector, "Dorothea and the others will have trouble sleeping," she devoured for a while before disappearing into the tent.

The fire in the darkness is fine. If there's no one there, it's extraordinary again. The collector leaked his cheeks as he stared at a lump of orange glow in the cold air.

"It's more of a late-night pleasure than some kind of lookout."

From the paper wrap prepared by the collector as he groaned, when he removed the dried meat, he stabbed it on a bamboo skewer and zickled it out with flames.

"Ahchi. I wonder if this is enough..."

By broiling, the molten fat dances in the fire and begins to flutter with an irresistible fragrant smell.

As an addition, a small palm-sized frying pan was removed, a piece of butter was added, and the peanuts began to be sautéed.

"Come on, that's enough food. Let's have an evening meal for each of you."

Regardless, the main purpose is to watch and be vigilant around you, so you can't get drunk enough to drink, but you can't stop licking a small amount of chicken, even though you know how to eat a pinch of salty, dark flavor that seems bad for your body.

The treasurer did the fox-colored dried meat.

"Bite bite...... Hmm, what a fat piece of this meat again. So..."

When the amber liquid is removed from the nose, it does not even touch the cup and remains raw in small quantities but causes the throat to creep. The taste of greasy meat, saliva and alcohol blended together to stimulate taste buds, resulting in white lightning in the brain. Alcohol is good. The collector loved booze as much as the woman.

"I figured I'd crack it a little. Can I get some hot water?"

Originally resistant to alcohol, but it won't last long if you keep drinking at this pace. When the iron bottle, which produces the hot water, is grated from the flame that was broiled, it is now soaked in a cup and mixed with alcohol.

Shake the salt in the freshly stir-fried butter peanuts in the right amount to complete. The treasurer shrugs it still hot in the palm of his hand and chews it carefully. The distinctive flavour of the beans and the trinity of butter and salt are truly perfect.

"When I chase him again with booze. Kuha. Occasionally, damn it."

As such, enjoying a leisurely time of about two hours, I felt signs of people moving from the tent blowout even though it was not yet time for a change.

(Shippin '?

There are of course no convenient toilets or other facilities in the dungeon. Even a woman is a wild choice.

When I was drunk and thought I'd say, "You're a long way from home," Pordina revealed herself as cool and beauty as usual without some gaps.

"What, you can't sleep?

"Your husband. If you're going to have an evening out, you said so. Whatever you order me to do, I have it for you."

"Pol"

Pordina glanced sadly at her face so far.

"No. That's not what this is about. Yeah, you know... Sometimes a man wants to be alone. Should it be called The Man's World? Don't look like that. Damn, don't you really have to sleep? It's gonna be tough tomorrow, huh?

"Your husband, the Werewolves (Werewolves) were originally a species that didn't need so much sleep. Polar theory, if you lie down just a few days a day, you won't be able to do it for ten days or so."

"Sleep deprivation is an enemy of the maiden."

"If so, the..."

"Hmm, what?

Pordina blushed her cheeks as she removed her gaze from the collector. Is it unconscious to look at it, the tail swinging wide to the left and right at both hips? As a saying-for-all collector when it comes to reading her emotions, I soon found out that she said, "Please… I want to".

"Fine, go ahead."

"Yes. Then sweeten your words..."

Pordina gently points around the crotch of the possessor sitting on his horse. A few minutes later, there was a figure of Pordina trying to be held in the chest of the collector.

"Isn't it cold"

"No. It's so... calming"

The blanket is applied to prevent the temperature from dropping for once. Pordina was melting in a lukewarm manner with her eyes closed when she deposited her head in the chest of the collector.

(After all, this guy. That's cute......)

The collector continued to lick the glass of liquor as he stroked Pordina's head, dishing his tingly moving dog ears.

It doesn't mean she's small. Instead, meat is better, so each woman weighs in. This is how the fullness of the mind, unlike lust, fills the temple of the treasurer.

It was a strange edge to think of.

(Right. It's been over a year since I met Pordina...)

She was fifteen years old. She also turned sixteen. By the time we met, Pordina, who still had some young atmosphere, was also well known to be a little mature if you look at it in a jiggly way.

As one woman, that was the Pordina we loved so much that there was no place we didn't touch, but there would still be mountains of things we didn't know about each other. Smell her unique sweet smell and some crazy homesickness occasionally stabs her in the chest.

(All the time, let's stick together. Pordina)

The next day. A monster in the dungeon stood in front of a line that did not meet enemies-like enemies and was proceeding at a pretty good pace.

It is a bat-shaped monster with strong brown red body hair called Bordeaux Bat.

The size, spreading the feathers, was not a metre, but they were powerful enemies using the magic of the wind attribute.

He is baptized with a wind blade on the encounter head, and together he quickly scatters left and right to make his mark.

"You're superior, you bat bastard! Just don't kill him!

That number, thirteen. Incidentally, a heavy battle began.

The sound of a tight, rusty hinge opening and closing echoes on the rocky skin.

When the bats stirred up the collectors in a quick move, they chanted the technique at an exquisite time, releasing a blade of wind.

"These guys are gonna use magic. Watch out!

The collector screamed as he rolled and screamed the art of cleaving a hard rock.

"I just lost my arm recently. I'll take care of it!

When Dorothea fired a flame shell (flame cannon) with her anger, she burned down three deliberate bodies by the way because they were dancing around.

Karen also rang a string of Elfinbows, who were good at losing, shooting about three bodies.

As Pordina waved the Great Javelin sword to restrain the bats, Victoire shook his long sword sharply to slash and kill the two bodies that were flying overhead.

"Ugh."

"Liza. Holy shit!"

Lisa, who was dealing with both of them at the same time, gets hurt and screams her arms with Bordeaux bat's sharp fangs.

Loulou, who was right next to him, trimmed the whole thing with a throwing knife, but the rest of the other one slipped like crawling through the ground without persistently cutting Liza's throat.

"Let it be!

As the collector leapt forward to cover Liza, he protruded his sword vertically and skewered bats on each ground. Quickly pulling out the sword. He jumped toward the two Bordeaux bats who were dancing overhead, swinging his long sword to the right and to the left with the momentum of the suspension. Zach red and black blood falls like rain and slaps rock skin.

The last one leaves the battlefield according to survival instincts.

"I won't miss it!

When Dorothea, who watched closely, exercised fire attribute magic to send down a showery red flame from the tip of his sword, he burned down the last one of Bordeaux bats who showed his back.

Are you okay?

"Eh heh. There's nothing like this..."

Liza forcibly smiles and shows herself while holding on to her mutilated arm.

"Idiot, you don't have to have strong cancer at times like this. Let me see."

From what the collector sees, the condition of the injury does not reach as far as meat with a piece of skin or the like. When the wound is washed with the alcohol offered by Pordina, remove the ointment and make sure it is filled. When I left the rest of the procedure to Loulou, I gave them all instructions to get their breathing ready for now.

"Whew, Klando. I wonder if it's a good idea."

Sitting on an affordable stone, Dorothea approached with a very light foothold.

"Um, movement. I've been wondering since last night."

Dorothea finally turned her gaze backwards with her arms together.

It's Victoire.

(Speaking of which, you've been a little boisterous since last night. Speaking of weird, it's also weird......)

Victoire's health is excellent for the public, but not hectic for a day or where he acted. From the original, if it was a struggle, twice as much adrenaline would be secreted and moved around more than anyone else. For her, it was also in the eyes of the collector that she lacked glory in movement.

"Hey, Victoire. Are you feeling any worse?

"Mm-hmm? Hey, what is it? We're moving now."

Were you nagging as you stood, Victoire freaked out around as soon as she was called out. This just brings together a bunch of buddies who felt "weird..."

"What's going on?"

"Is something wrong?

Karen and Pordina are quickly speaking to Victoire and leaning by her side. We don't seem to get along very well on a daily basis, but we're still family. They looked worried as they rubbed nature and Victoire's shoulders and arms like sisters.

"... Victoire. I feel really tired."

Liza, who came in a way that could follow Loulou, pointed out that Victoire exhaled his cheeky, tired breath in agony as he grabbed the eye lid with his fingertips.

"Mm-hmm. That's it. I should have slept plenty last night. Because my body is weird. I'm sorry. It's like pulling everyone's legs."

"Lord, have you become aware? What if it's not from the moon?

"No, that was just sober last week... I'm basic, not heavy, so I don't even know why."

Normally, even to this extent, Victoire was of an unusual nature, but it seems to be quite painful where there is a keeper in front of him and he doesn't care.

Once he turned around and thought about returning Victoire alone to the mansion, the collector saw a white shadow glimmering behind her head and moved his eyebrows slightly.

(What...? Something, I'm curious)

"Ah. Victoire! What the hell is that thing you're wearing there!

"Wha. Black boy! Don't make a loud voice all of a sudden, huh? Don't be surprised."

Karen gets her liver crushed by Lisa's shout and jumps back on the spot just fine. Almost at the same time Pordina pinned her dog ears overhead.

"- Your husband. Oh!"

Even if Pordina didn't say so, the collector could understand. There are several white creatures stretching out their legs and hugging them in the back of Victoire's head. Dorothea's movements were quick at this time. As she slid her right hand like a whip, she pressed it against the back of that white creature.

An orange flame exploded so that the cool, dim darkness would be mutilated. I used fire magic. As the collector extended his arm to protect his vision, something that was sucking on Victoire's head jumped about two meters into the sky with a pimp.

"Hmm."

Dorothea doubled the white mass at the speed of the electrolithic fire as she sheathed her long sword. When the creature leaked a "gibberish" and semi-like interrupter, it fell to the ground and rolled epileptically to wet the area bright red.

"Oh no, what is this..."

Loulou raises his voice so adorable. Without hesitation, Dorothea picked up what was divided into two pieces, poking at them together.

"Flea, bye."

"Ah. Wait a minute, please. What flea... that flea?

Pordina is hiking her cheeks as she snorts. Apparently, he was laughing.

"Well, how about Victoire. How do you feel now?"

"Ah. and it seems pretty refreshing......"

That's right. There's no way you can move decently with a flea sucking on the blood of your head that's as good as a child rat.

(So it's okay that they sucked so much blood out of it.)

"Hey, but I'm glad you found the cause"

When the collectors ran over worried, the women burst into laughter as they showed each other that they couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ah! What are you laughing at?

Just realizing he was acting pretty dumb, Victoire raised his voice and blushed, but the women continued to blast mercilessly.

"Well, because... fleas... why don't you notice? also, i can't......!

Karen is in a kettle tear as she points.

"I'm sorry, Victoire... but... fleas!

Loulou pretended to look down when he covered his mouth with his hands.

"Hahaha! Your belly skin is twisted.

Liza flutters her legs when she falls asleep on the ground and shows no signs of concealing them.

"... hey... why...? I can't... this, I can't...!

Pordina is also holding her shoulders up and down violently as she lays down her face. It was a pretty rare scene.

"Huh! Laugh, laugh! Don't laugh at people's faults! Ugh!

"Oh, oi! Damn it, Temera, you laughed too much. Mostly, I don't understand the laugh bump. Ah. Where are you going, Victoire? Ruh!

The zodiac followed Victoire, who escaped the scene with much shame. Because if you leave me alone poorly, there's no chance of me falling into an unnoticed pit, like every other time.

(Dungeon fleas that suck blood from people's heads and get silly...... Sure it's surreal)

"Whoops!

I found Victoire crouching in the shadows not so far away. She holds both knees and jiggles in a gym seat. My expression and my eyes were dark.

"Hey, let's go back. We're all reflecting on how bad it was."

The treasurer represented the fact that no one thought he was.

"... that's okay. I'm a bad woman who can't even notice that I have fleas in my head. So."

"So?"

"I'm jittery here"

The usual pleasant appearance completely lurks the shadows. You couldn't stand it anymore, so I was so depressed that I couldn't see the flowing expression with plenty of hair in front of me.

"... by the way, how long?

"Ever."

"Oh well."

It took a lot of effort to get Victoire in the mood after this. Specifically, I sat next to him and listened to Gucci and his unproductive stories. It takes strong enthusiasm and tenacious guts to uplift the mood to compliment her strengths somehow.

The collector pulled Victoire's hand and went back to everyone. The women apologized verbally, but Victoire's expression remained shady.

Refresh your mind and continue your exploration. The atmosphere, which was somewhat dark at first, also eased slightly as he continued to walk.

Or they're all interested in chatting, as usual, except for Victoire.

(What? What? Am I the only one who cares about this guy? Women are scary...)

Walking down a path full of cold, damp rocks, I went out into a somewhat open place. Using a lantern to look around, strange stone statues were forested everywhere.

"What the fuck? Also, it wouldn't be a pattern like moving out on its own as if it were when, Oi."

"Hmm. This is the way forward and there is no mistake. Klander's too freaked out."

Dorothea, who has the nautical ability of the labyrinth, said as she circled her gaze.

"You don't have a choice. Look at these Moai statues. Everybody's gonna freak out."

The shape of the stone statue is simple. It is in the form of a giant head and a slight chest embedded directly in the ground. All take a unique form that the collector has never seen before.

It is unskilled with a large sharpening of rocks, but each has a distinct character. There was an aura that could not help but frighten the beholder as he was illuminated by a hint of light.

(Who would bother to install such a creepy little thing with what intent?)

"Cland, side by side!

Victoire, who was behind him, spoke sharply as he touched the statue.

The chills ran to the top of his head and he was about to kill himself.

As the collector flew at the same time as his voice, he simultaneously pulled out the "Black Lion" on his hips to match the invisible attack.

Gah, a hard noise clashed with iron and iron.

"Why, you bastard?"

When I put my sword in front of me, a creature like tooth cavities wrapped around black systemic tights popped in, poking a spear in three divided pieces.

"Guys, be careful! They're not demons!

When Dorothea raised her freshly cracked voice, she pulled out her long sword and set herself up.

Everyone circled with their backs together when they reflexively retrieved the score. At the same time as his voice echoed, a black tights monster hidden behind the stone statue began to appear loose.

The number is ten.

The monster Dorothea broke through was called the Gray Demon, a group of inferior demons in the dungeon. His back length is about a child, but his eyes are shimmering as he grips a triple spear that is twice as good as his own.

"Damn, it's a place that keeps me from getting tired of making it, this place."

The Zodiac took all the clutter out of his head as he captured the Gray Demon in his sight, which kicked the ground with momentum and leaped.