Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collectors, who found a stone boat on the shore to cross the underground lake, quickly retrieved the tent after breakfast and slowly rowed out of the water with a slight smell of sulphur.

"Mm, what the hell, Dorothea. Does your head hurt?"

When the collector was rowing the ship with a candlestick, Dorothea raised his face and raised his forehead and spoke up.

"Shut up. I'm still sore. This stonehead..."

"Oh, no, yesterday's"

I remember eating a tremendous headbat when I slept.

The skull of the collector was even thicker and the contents were like dinosaurs, so after one night the damage was fogged, but the pain on the side of the scalp seemed to draw its tail more heavily.

(You roasted the yakimochi because you were foolish about Pordina. Isn't there something cute?)

Dorothea couldn't say stupidity before she set it up from herself, she just had grudges and eyes. When the collector gave Louloulou his hand, he gently swung toward the sitting Dorothea.

"Hey, what the hell. It's not bad to be frightened. I apologize to the Lord."

It is not.

"Heh, heh. Wataru just cautioned himself in the first place."

That's not true, Dorothea.

They were all slightly sweaty in the heat of natural water filling this underground lake. Dorothea was no exception, only boldly in front of a shirt that was tight.

That's why I see it. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

(What a violent valley, oi...)

The collector looked at him with his expression off, pretending to peek into Dorothea's face unnoticed and into the valley of his chest.

- Without seeing, seeing. This is the ultimate in military law.

You got embarrassed by the jizz stare, Dorothea's face tints slightly red.

"Hey, if you want something good, don't say it..."

There are fine balls of sweat floating in the breasts tense enough to likely play the buttons on the shirt, and every time the ship leans, those Shizuku spill into the valley.

The collector kept forcing his eyeballs, so his black eyes were cramped and he was moving around like a chameleon. It's disgusting from the side.

"... that. I did terrible things... maybe. Speaking of mouth, good... like"

Woohoo. If you were born with a man, you'd want to jump in and enjoy the compression between meat and meat in five bodies.

Dorothea, on the other hand, mistakenly assumed that the collector was angry at his actions last night, or the strength of his daily chi was like a keeper's eyes waiting freakedly for his husband's words to disappear.

"Something... say... I want it..."

"Ha!

"Nha."

When the collector regained me, they all stared at me like they condemned me. Dorothea is a little teary-eyed with her mouth as a letter to.

(Shit. I saw it in Dorothea's piotsies.

"Cland......?

The right answer goes to action in silence. As the collector stroked Dorothea's forehead, which was silent and slightly reddened, he zipped his peeps into the golden eyes moistening with tears.

"I'm sorry. Did it hurt? You're not my stonehead."

"Ugh."

"Takobu, you haven't done it. All right, all right."

When Dorothea strokes and strokes her head, she also accepts that she is "shapeless."

(Well, that's it. Should I adore the wooden dog I had?)

The thought of the collector was quite disrespectful.

"Huh, well. It's your fault. I don't like being so persistent, so I can make it a charade. Instead -"

"What?

"I want you to stroke me a little more."

"Rikai"

After stroking for a while as it was, an abominable tonguestroke rang sharply from somewhere.

The collector freaked out and looked around on the ship, but all remained stationary on the spot with no expression.

"Uh. Guys, what's going on?

Liza narrowed her eyes and spit out "Nbe" into the lake. I don't know, but it's not an atmosphere I can pay attention to.

(Uh, what? Hey. Seriously, I'm scared)

"Pa-cha. It's warm."

The stone boat slowly advances through the underground lake.

Liza is playing with her arms stretched out onto the lake to make a light noise.

Speaking of the unusual, as it turns out, I didn't see any particular danger so much as a small fish making a water noise and jumping up off the lake.

The collector had placed Pordina on his lap and moistened his throat as he wrapped around the contents of the water bottle, looking out into the view. Sometimes you can follow your cheeks a little bit. Pordina gives him a narrow, cut look each time. Odd.

"Your husband. This view is similar to what we saw in the Ethiopian dungeon."

He looked up at the collector as the smaller Pordina sat down properly.

"Oh, speaking of which. It was snow outside, but it was warm."

"Yeah. I didn't accompany you though. You've been diving in such a labyrinth."

Victoire, who was behind me, kept his gaze off the vigilance around him.

"Uh, didn't we talk? No, with the exception of Victoire, you're almost with the members then."

At that time, the collector was a member who fought alongside his neighbour, Etria, when he traveled to another country in search of secret medicines.

"Speaking of which, Vee was there at the time. Even when strawberries challenged ancient ruins for the world tree, there were underground lakes like this on the way."

Dorothea continues with one eye closed.

"Right. At that time, a lot of fisherman monsters appeared from inside the lake. That was tough."

Loulou, who was using the "", also joined the conversation.

"Mm-hmm. But don't worry this time. Because I'm here with you. Whatever monsters appear, they will be gently exorcised."

"Whoa, you're reliable. Shall I ask you to do well then? I don't really like to swim."

"You won't be able to swim..."

Worry ended with worry. There is no sign that the Monster's Mo lettering will ever appear either, and the stone boat moves on as it slides through every underground lake. I don't know what to say instead, but there was no sign that I could see the other shore.

Did Liza get tired of playing with her arms in the water, too, and now she's closing her eyes as she also straddles the back of the zodiac.

When the collector took the yarn and needle out of the bag of his hips, he bracketed a slice of dried food on the tip and worked it cleverly, causing him to fish in his spare time.

Guru bit the yawn to death as he rolled out the yarn. Mini Pordina watches carefully for motion in the yarn around the thighs of the wearer.

"Hey. Are you going to catch something?

"Ainya. It sounds like there's a shoddy little fish, but it's not easy to eat..."

Karen, who had even stuck her face to the chest of the treasurer, opened only half her eyes and sounded like she was sleeping. The collector kept his front and back sanded by a double elf, moving his elaborate neck and squeaking.

"You're too distracted, my lords. Look at Vee. Don't be eager to remain vigilant, no matter who you are."

Point to Victoire, where Dorothea is ahead. Then Loulou, peering into his face over his back, decided to go bad.

"Um... Mr. Dorothea... Mr. Victoire, I'm asleep"

Victoire slept cleverly with his eyes open. It's a little disgusting.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, well, of."

"You're a little too far from the other shore. That just makes me want to sleep. Loulou, it's time to get tired. I'll take your place."

"Mr. Klando. I can't let that happen. Please, relax. Because I'm confident in my health. - Oh?"

Loulou, who was even using a hiccup while standing, moved his gaze as he blinked his eyes.

Looking ahead, I saw a small island floating at the edge of the lake.

"Something about a deserted island that looks like a comic book. The palm trees are growing."

"Master Klund, would you like to come a little closer?

"Oh, but. Go with caution. Suddenly appearing in a place like this is suspicious and a blast."

"Yes, then -"

"Oh, we found a deserted island."

"Phew, phew. A deserted island?...... Ah, really"

Responding to Liza's cry, Karen matches her gaze to the island with a blurred face as she rubs her eyes.

"Fluffy! Hey, what is it? Suddenly there's a mysterious island in front of me. Come on, this is some kind of illusion."

I woke up. Victoire is suddenly going to wolf and fall into the lake. As the collector turned his hand to her thin hips, he made a relaxed voice.

"Damn it, calm down first."

"Your lord didn't just fall asleep."

Vibrant aboard. Loulou carefully measures the intermission and moves the ship closer. Going right next door, it felt more like a small mass of soil floating unnaturally than an island.

Six tatami at best. There is only one tree grown in the center that is lonely and resembles Suite Iron. There was a rusty shade of chest sitting at its roots.

"Treasure. Treasure. Liza is the first one to chatter!

- Perhaps the collector guessed that he wanted to chatter the key.

"Wait, that would be obviously suspicious."

With a rough nose and one hand grabbing Liza's neck root, which was still going to jump into the lake and be a "chest neat," the collector made it sound good.

"Let go. Don't give Liza's treasure to anyone."

"Ma, listen carefully. Do as I say. Say hello."

"Come on, are you? Okay, I get it."

"- Hey, wait a minute. What are you talking about? I didn't understand."

Victoire floated a question mark on his head with his little neck hanging.

"That's right. I hope you don't mind."

"Ma'am -"

"Fair enough. Liza's got a pretty good word for Krander, too. I can't believe it."

"Ugh, lie."

"I'm not lying. Because even though Klando is Liza's precious honey"

Liza blushed in a pop, waving her twisted hips as she held her cheeks by her hand.

It was unlucky that Karen was about to be bounced off the boat into the lake by that clap.

"Well, try it."

"Here, here. Apologize. Okay, asshole!

Ignoring Karen altogether, Liza used part of the starboard side of the stone boat to make rock bullets when she called the earthen spirits to possess herself as she twisted and danced.

It is about the size of a volleyball.

"Shh, shh, shh. Set your aim. Small Rock Cannon!"

Upon finishing the chant, Liza fired a rock vigorously at the crate. The distance is not even thirty meters.

When the bullet flew horizontally as it rippled through the lake's surface, it hit the crate with no aim and slammed it down inside the lake.

Boom, and a splash and the chest sinks.

A few moments later.

The place where the crate sank clouded with intense white bubbles, and I wondered if the lake surface had broken by sounding more and more like an end demon, and a red and black object rose.

"That's it, don't let him get away with it, Karen."

"I'll take care of it!

Karen, who had already erected Elfinbow, fled towards the island, releasing an arrow at it.

Zaza

And, making wave noises, the arrows pierced the red and black shadows as they slid across the lake.

When the shadow cramps slightly, it stops hitting the island tree while spinning sideways about a few degrees.

Geeko, and Loulou use a token to bring the stone boat closer together. The monster, close to the indeterminate slime, had peeled off his white eyes and was extinguished on the shores of the island.

"Nah, it was a trap. It's a cannibal box."

"Ugh, it's stubborn."

The chest was identical to the cannibals we saw in the dungeons of Etria.

"Do you want to land for now?

Victoire stood up and headed to the island to squeeze his jaw.

"Um, but as I saw it, nothing. I do."

"Wait a minute. Something... Something's wrong."

Dorothea raises her panicked voice when she was watching the "Heavenly Separator". The light point representing the island labeled as peeking into her hand was violently bright and dangerous.

"Hey, that's bad. Guys, get up!

Sooner or later, the island in front of me accidentally sank into the lake. A giant wave wave gushed, and the little stone boat swayed to sway.

A stone boat made of light stone with a vegetable body does not sink so easily when water enters it, but falling into an extremely difficult lake is extremely dangerous.

The collector managed to rebuild the stone boat using the jaws, cracking the current approaching surface and tongue-in-cheek at the running splash.

"Simply imitate -!"

When Dorothea, who pulled out his sledge and sword, instantly finished chanting, he released the fireball to an imminent object.

The orange fireball sounded like a tall beast when it could hit an island and play.

"Klund, that's - that's a turtle!

Victoire, standing at the tip of the stone boat, shouted with the Ten Kings sword in front of him.

The Great Turtle, who was simulating himself on an island burned in the face by Dorothea's magic, stares at this one with greedy eyes as he opens his blue and black cloudy mouth.

"You're a bingo, as I thought. Did that tortoise bastard even wait for his accidental landing dump? What a wonderful story."

"Master Klund, I'm coming!

Loulou shouted as he stood. This stone boat and the big turtle can't compete with each other from Hannah.

"Leave it to Liza!

Liza began to chant the magic of earthly attributes either early or when she tried to push Victoire forward.

Approaching a distance where you can see the raw odor of a large turtle while rippling the lake surface white.

The tide of battle. Excellent.

Liza instantly turned her tip into a giant sharp spear as she slapped her hands against the edge of the ship. By the magic of earthly attributes, the stone boat was altered and reconnected with its primitive formula.

The great tortoise opened its mouth to devour the treasurers.

Doo.

and.

Along with the sound of a thunderbolt exploding, the monster's screams echoed to the point of deafening everyone's ears.

The tip of the ship, transformed into a stone spear, penetrates the throat of the great turtle and reaches the back of its head. Blue and black blood dances through the universe like a view and a fountain, dyeing up the turtle's armor, which looked like the ground.

Karen, who switched with Liza at about the same time, slapped her right hand on the tip and unleashed the magic of the wind attribute.

The magic of thunderbolt emission (lightning blast) shines blue and white to reveal the sun wheel on the spot, passing wet stone spears and running endlessly around the tortoise's body. The meat burns, the sparks are scattered, and the water splash beaten by the fins of the great turtle wets the collectors all over the place.

Did you...?

That's what everyone thought when the big turtle broke his neck.

But I didn't feel good about it. The toughness of this monster was far beyond the imagination of the collectors.

"Oops! Yabba-"

As if to mock the one who was distracted, the Great Turtle squeezed his last force and smothered hard, slamming a thick spear tip through his throat,

[]/bakiri/

He broke it and went on to throw it away.

"Dorothea -!"

The collector saw. Give me a scene where Dorothea, out of balance on the fringe, splashes up and falls all over the lake. I don't have time to hesitate. She is a total kanazuchi.

I was fortunate in my misfortune to have taken my coat off thinking about when. As the collector flew in after Dorothea reflexively, he scratched the water and dived hard.

It was uncomfortable that the warmth in the lake, which only seemed to be a lukewarm pool, was tangled up in the body.

Open your eyes.

He defenselessly weakened his limbs to see if he hit anywhere on the fallen clap, capturing Dorothea floating in the water.

- Big Turtle!

A penetrating enemy shadow loomed close as it clouded with blood that erupted throughout the lake.

Pull out the sword. I don't know how much movement I can make in the water, but I have to protect Dorothea anyway. That's how my brain filled up.

Nanjosan!

The collectors also became divine Buddha all the time. Grabbing the long sword with both hands, he follows the big turtle as he moves his legs uncleanly.

Oops, I understood that the love knife (Black Lion) was sucked into the tip of the nose of the big turtle, remembering a tremendous amount of hassle.

Almost divine, the pitch-black corpse buried itself on the nose of the great tortoise.

The big turtle slowly swims away. It is a very tough monster.

More than that, Dorothea...

Look for Dorothea's body in the blood of a large tortoise that spreads like ink.

I can't keep breathing. No, definitely help.

When I manage to secure Dorothea with one hand, my consciousness is softly distracted because of the relief.

(Which one's up there? Anyway, he said he couldn't help.)

The upper and lower senses were completely insane because of the fighting in the water and the deep dive.

Oh, shit. Will you give up now?

We don't have enough oxygen. The flow changed when the collector tried to kick the water with his leg again. I felt a point in the lake sucking my body with tremendous suction.

The agitation will cause you to exhale precious oxygen. When the collector still held Dorothea hard, he tried not to talk.

The last moment of unconsciousness.

The zodiac felt like he heard a nostalgic singing somewhere at the bottom of a dark lake.

- Sama.

Someone is calling. The collector struggled to get up, but realized that his hands and feet became paralyzed and he couldn't even raise his voice, and he became confused.

- Shijusan.

It's shaking. Something small and cold hits my cheeks perfectly. It was like a crying voice.

No, you can't, collector. Top-notch men don't make women cry. I put a lot of effort under my belly.

"Your husband, wake up, please wake up!

"Po, Pordina, or"

When the collector managed to snag open the eye lid, he admitted Pordina, who had snapped on his face, forcing him to smile nicely and show his teeth.

"To your notice - I've been. Good."

Still, Pordina, who was palm-sized, gave a relieved look when she wiped her eyes tears with her fingertips.

"Here, here. Where..."

"Oh, don't wake up yet."

"No, no, no, no."

When the collector controlled Pordina, who stuck to his face, he woke up his upper body.

If you notice, the Zao man was on the beach with beautiful white fine sand. The area is as bright as day because of the countless clandestine hikarigoke to the ceiling.

Zan, the blue of the waves I return is fantastically beautiful, and I feel like I'm gracefully vacationing and sprinkling on some private beach when I think of the beautiful greenery in the woods behind me.

Sure, I fought big turtles all over the lake. And then...

"Oh, and Dorothea? What the hell?"

"If it's Dorothea, I sleep there. Breathing is normal, so I thought I was just losing my mind."

"Dorothea. Oh, you're all right. As usual."

As the zodiac listened to Dorothea's mouth as she fell asleep and breathed, she took a whopping breath as she rubbed her penny miracle boobs even as she fell asleep. I have eyes for Pordina. The odd thing about my expression doesn't work is that I cough up unexpectedly because I seem to be blaming it in the dark.

"Oh, so. Where the hell are we? How could I have helped you with that current?"

"That's, uh... We seem lucky to have been helped by those there"

"Hmm?

When the collector turned his face in the direction of Pordina's gaze, there was a sassy hiding figure in the rocky shadow of the beach.

Apparently, the benefactor of life is quite shy.

"Hey, you. Says he helped us. Thanks! I'm a keeper. If possible, could you show me your face?

The person hidden in the shadow of the rock eventually jumped into the water as if he had decided to.

They're pretty sure they're water league masters just to gently rescue the collectors.

Otherwise, the collector was stunned to see her moving from the shadows of the rocks to the sandy beach as she drew a semicircle.

"Hello. Mr. Ningen."

"- Are you the Water Spirit?

Seeing what she looked like, I could immediately deduce that. Half-liquefied bodies blended with water showed that they were of the same race as Lacey.

"Yeah, I'm Miriam the Water Spirit. Glad you noticed."

Miriam smiled, rising from the water and returning to her human form. She only weaves feathers like a white dress and looks about twenty years old.

"Pordina told me. I know. Uh, is that Klund? Glad I woke up. So I was worth saving, too. Hey!"

"Ooh. Right. Hi, this is kind of you. So, Miriam. Is this where we are, uh, part of that underground lake?

"That's right. Me, I was walking, and the Krands were puffy near that evil turtle, so this is it. That's why I brought you here. Uh, Mr. Ningen, Mr. Elf, Mr. Kemonomimi can't breathe if it's in the water. Fits?"

Was that big turtle still alive? Then, after we lost consciousness, if Miriam couldn't help us, they would have definitely done it.

- We're pretty twisted ourselves. I can't help but think.

"Ooh. Miriam is right. We can't breathe in the water. Thank you for saving my life."

"Haha. I mean, yes. But yeah, but yeah. I think so. Klanders can't breathe in the water, but they're in the lake. If I were you, I'd never get close to being frightened. Ugh. That's the wisdom of life, huh? Haha."

"... well, there's a situation here, too"

"Oh, that's it!

Miriam squinted her eyes, punching her cedar hand all over her. Pordina gets her ears up in a freak and quickly hides on the back of the collector.

"No. I'm not hungry. Dinner, not today!

"Right. No, I think I'm hungry..."

When the collector bellies, Miriam spills a snare and a grin on her tight face.

"Oh, shit, I'm gonna do it. Mr. Ningen's kland is weird, you want some? Can you eat?"

"Oh, I can eat normally."

"Good, good. Then Miriam's gonna get you. Hey. Wait."

Miriam waved, stopping and soon jumping back into the water, like she couldn't help but be happy to do something to the collector.

"What is it..."

"Well, it's not harmful to us for now, it seems."

Waiting long enough to see how Dorothea is still unconscious.

"Eh heh. Look, look. So much, so much. A lot of strangers, I took it."

With a full smile, Miriam revealed herself on the beach with more fish than she could hold in her hands.

"Go ahead. Forgive me. Forgive me."

When Miriam went up to the beach, she sat down with a girl and let go of the fish she was holding.

"Uh-huh."

Even when it comes to eating, every fish has colorful shades like none the collectors have ever seen.

And raw.

Pordina smells cum as she approaches one who is still dancing. The tail is swinging slowly horizontally.

"You're not eating?

Miriam frowned and looked sad in a quiet manner.

"No, I'll eat it."

"Oh, that's right. I want to eat. I want to tell you how to eat."

When Miriam brightened her face all the way up like "I wanted to come up with something good," she picked one up and hung it in front of her face - starting to snap from her head all at once.

[]/(exp, adj-i) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

and.

From Miriam's mouth, which seemed like nothing but a luxurious girl no matter how she saw it, she heard an unusual roar of unhesitatingly crushing bone-by-bone scales, and the possessor blued.

Drop your gaze to Pordina to ask for help. She is just looking back at the face of the Lord with the eyes of a slice length, with a calm and extreme face, as usual.

"Ah, haha. Um, Miriam. Most people want to eat raw food, we humans don't know if we can break down raw fish successfully in our stomachs, so let us just get a little bit of it. Hey, Pordina. Fire."

Copy that, sir.

Of the wood cuts, which were launched by hand with Pordina, the collector quickly lit the fire with a boulder in the bag as he gathered those that were dry.

When I cleaned my intestines and put in the cleaned fish and cooked it thoroughly among the puddles and the red-burning fires, I looked at the dusty white body and was finally horny.

"I don't have a taste - does it swell for now? Hey, Pordina. Is Dorothea still not going to wake up?... is that it? We have to leave him alone."

"Wow. Mr. Ningen really likes to bake and eat. It was the Queen's."

"Hmm? The queen? Is there such a thing here?"

"There's something like that, Klando. Not here."

"A queen, a queen. For once, should I say hello or something?

Miriam, who had never changed her slight expression before, seeped fear all over her body, shaking her face left and right with a boom all the way through her hair.

"No, no. No way. Queen Barbara hates Ningen so much! Klund, you look terrible!

"Is that it? Okay, let's not do this. Well, dinner's here, and we'd like to let you go. Miriam. How can we get back to where we started?

"Yeah, yeah, eh. Are you leaving already? We could have gotten along, but no."

When Miriam bit her lower lip, she looked like a child rubbing her face and looked resentful.

"I'm sorry we got along. Everyone's waiting worried. Gotta go."

"Yeah. But that elf, he's not awake yet, is he? That place is so rough now that we can't even cross the water spirits (Sai Lane)..."

"Oh well. I don't think so. Then it would be bad for Miriam, but would it be a little more trouble?"

"Uh-huh. I'll take care of it. Then go somewhere the frightened queen won't find you."

"- You won't listen to me. Who is the scary queen?

voice. It was beautiful and rinsy, clear to the beach.

When she stood up and looked to the woods side, a young and beautiful queen with several armed women knights of the Water Spirit (Seylan) was looking at the collectors with an icy cold look.

But it doesn't deserve surprise to that extent.

Face. That's the queen's face.

Her face, undisputed, was twofold with Lacey.

When the treasurer released the bones of the white fish in his hand, he wetted his dry lips with his tongue many times.