Dungeon+Harem+Master

One line of zodiacs safely reached the twenty-eighth tier through the underground lake. In the meantime, it wasn't long before all the parties - Pordina, Dorothea, Karen, Liza, Loulou, Victoire - were able to live and reunite, and the emotions were one.

but the collector still said, "Don't act on your own!" and there was also a bitter act of harsh reprimand.

It was also between the bundles that I was happy to reunite.

Down the hill, stretching like a spiral into the basement, the little ones who crawled out of hell waited by hand.

Single horn pointy on blue skin. Wearing smooth, dull, glowing leather armor, the sub-men, about one hundred and fifty tall, are its fifties. He held a claw, sword, spear, etc. in his hand and attacked him in a line.

Arc Goblin, an advanced species of goblin living in an underground labyrinth. They are all at once handsome, smart, good at working together, and a namesake demon who gets hunted, by the way, in a serious adventurer.

"Ku......! This ooh."

Dorothea strikes a blow at the impending arc goblin by waving the Ascaron of the Love Sword, but is it quite hands-on, the enemy takes the blade that cleaves the sky all the time.

On top of that, he softly used his enemies' flutters and knees to escape the impact, then flew back and forth, moving his fingertips around to provoke them.

(Konno... little ghost flair. After you lick your wrinkles!

Dorothea was unusually short minded for an elf species with a gentle temperament, and when he rode lightly on the enemy's invitation he protruded and tried to slaughter him, reflectively coming forward.

"Kill, kill, kill...!

"Wait, Dorothea. Look around. Karen, follow me."

He grabbed me by the shoulder and said, "Holy shit!" and drowned his anger. A collector. Dorothea looked directly at Karen's arrow on her chest and leaned back, and threw away a little, by the collector who gave her instructions with utmost calm, and approached her from the side.

"Do what you don't need."

I wield my ascaron with almost eight hits. The neck of the arc goblin, which was looming from the right, rolled by its bare throat and the blood tide erupted vigorously, dyeing the ground to Zhu.

"Pordina, take the right wing - Victoire, stop the left wing. Karen and Liza are covered by magic! Loulou asked for my back!

When the collector gives the instructions early in the arrow succession, the great sword of Pordina and the long sword of Victoire slice apart, by the way, the formation of the arc goblins who were about to push themselves around like wings.

In particular, Victoire's swordsmanship was brilliant. Between Dorothea blinking and not cutting radishes, the pompom and the little ones' necks rise to the void.

The Ark Demons are never weak enemies. Clever, familiar with the thing of collaboration, and if one could do it, a fellow with a shield would show consistent movement in eye contact, such as turning to receive it, but the extraction of the treasurer was working with brilliance that would poke its hole.

Karen fired a bow, Liza's earthwork spear struck where she flinched, Pordina and Victoire folded with force and moves, and Loulou's throwing knife stabbed through the remaining enemies trying to escape.

"Holy shit. It's not like there's no sign of fright. - Ugh!

Dorothea waved the ascaron left and right, angrily, with a fierce momentum to blow the discomfort.

Two bodies, who suffered a hand wound in front of them and were in dull motion, were broken in the face and neck root, blown up like they had been bounced off, and struck their bodies on a rock that was crushed and heavily cramped with blood paint.

That's it. That's it.

He slashed and lay down the last one whose collector used his great stature to strike and wield a long sword.

The sight of smart and too refreshing almost ruptured the discomfort I had never been able to get out of my mouth.

"- I'm sorry, you guys are not bad. Buddha me."

Dorothea nodded her eyes and felt a mighty chill at the man dressed to worship with one hand against the enemy she had now slashed, two or three steps gratefully retreating.

(You guys aren't bad. So...? No, no, no, you're not. If you're the usual lord, you're going to hell, Olah, and you're cursing me, kicking the carcass in the ass...? What? What about this intense discomfort?

Dorothea received a towel from Loulou and as she watched the man wiping his sweat, a subivo broke out all over her body and began scratching her arms. I won't stop.

Nickah deliberately - it's also like finishing a good sport. A man laughing in the face should definitely not be a person named Dorothea's knowing collector.

While I was managing to do something like that, I showed my gums as pretty as a toothpaste CM actor, and the guy was about to smile.

"What's wrong, Dorothea? I was just discussing it with Victoire to do a sentimental battle about the battle earlier, if you will."

"Whoa! Oh, Lord, it's operational time. Oh!

Dorothea called her people to defend her identity.

"So what do you lords see about that?

Dorothea faced everyone trying to find out what had caused her to become a car seat and strangely refreshed you when she kept one of the collectors away.

"Uh. Dorothea, you're right. It sure looks different, Mr. Krander."

I hang my neck like Loulou was in trouble with his hand on his cheek.

"Well, sure, things have been weird since you guys came up from the lake, but what's the problem with that?," said Victoire.

"What... it could be nothing. I wouldn't do that if I felt that way about Klund." Karen shook the twin tails left and right and glanced at me.

"Somehow, Dorothea is right. Klund's is dead. It's just like a mob protagonist in that one and it's not funny" Liza laughs off haha bright.

"Yeah. Well, to sum it up for now, we can think of this possibility. ① Your current husband was replaced on the way ② Your current husband was replaced on the way."

Pordina sets her index finger with a clear face.

"Hey, why did you do the same thing twice?"

"It's very important, so I did it twice."

As Dorothea narrows her eyes and stares, Pordina peels off her dog's teeth and roars low.

A woman loses if she gets licked. Dorothea was superior.

"Um... Dorothea and the dogs won't be able to talk about it. Why don't you give a constructive opinion?"

Karen makes a frightened voice as she slightly waves her fingers to the left and right.

It's humiliating. Dorothea chants the word restraint in her mouth like a spell and swallows it.

"Mr. Klund drank quite a bit of water when he came up to the ship. Something, isn't there a cause there?

"That's right! That's a good point, Loulou. That's just my servant. It's not like a slave daughter with a collar on and a thoughtless call."

As soon as Karen praised the delightful surface, Pordina reached out with no expression and began pulling Twintheelf's cheeks with both hands to reach left and right.

Karen also went on a retaliatory attack without losing, and the two fell into a state of antagonism pulling each other's cheek skins. From the side, it's very dumb.

"Water - water hey. Sure, it's not true what Loulou said, but I ate plenty of wrinkles when they fell into the water too, but it doesn't make any particular difference...? There are other fundamental problems. Oh, Victoire, what does the Lord think - I don't know!

If you look at it, Victoire seems to enjoy talking to the collectors away from the wheel. I usually hate it like a cockroach and don't even get close to myself, but do you like the way the "white kland" hits me right now, he looks quite flamboyant.

"Hmm. In the meantime, Liza will try to experiment."

"Oh, man. Don't inadvertently go into action, oh."

Dorothea takes Liza and approaches the collector. The treasurer who was sitting on the rock took control of Victoire, whose story was about to thrive, and turned to this one.

You wanted to keep talking, Victoire is staring at ourselves with tremendous eyes and eating up our teeth.

Dorothea had a headache wondering what would drive the Lord that far.

"I don't know, Dorothea, Liza. Are we done talking?

"Hmm. Not yet, but I came because I had something I wanted to give to Crand."

"It's Liza. The word of the LORD is slightly strange, is it good?"

Liza ignores it. Great concentration.

"Hey, you. Shit. Right now, me and Klund are discussing the merits of the squad in the Ark Demon battle earlier. If it's bullshit, I won't forgive you!

(What, this guy is getting so annoying. Straw, it's a little bit of a donkey. Victoire is really a choro boy)

"Well, that's good, Victoire. As for the poetry you wrote, let me recite it later."

Follow the collector smiling like he was in trouble.

"Did you lie to me again? Isn't that bright red?

"Ugly... not dead..."

What embarrassed Victoire was that when he covered his face with both hands, he sat on the spot with a petan.

"I didn't ask you to read the poem and no... die hey, die hey"

Victoire has become an institution for spewing curses, so he ignores cancer.

- Or don't bring extra to the dungeon. Idiot.

"So I want you to drink this because I think Klund probably has a bad stomach from drinking water."

"Mm-hmm. What is this?

That was an empty bottle that contained potions that would easily restore health. Dorothea did watch Lisa drink the last one with her hands on her hips in the middle of an arc goblin fight. It is unnatural that the contents are filled because it has cheap and besides weird flavors and tastes bad, the only thing I love to drink is the liza with too much bigotry.

(What's in it?

"I drink when it comes to drinking. Hmm, hmm...?

"Have you noticed?"

"No, what is it? I almost ran out of drinks before I knew it. Seawater? But the place I just passed is an underground lake."

That's how the collector included the rest in his mouth.

It's Lisa's little water.

"Buh -!"

"Nah!

Victoire's face was soaked in moisture as the liquid left in his mouth was spewed out in mist. The AV actress is also full of bright blue punches.

Victoire smiles dry "haha" with his index finger taking what he puts out of his wet hair or falls while half-blugged.

"Hey, you gotta be kidding me! Hey, hey!" The collector wolfed and panicked.

"Yeah, it's a lie"

Liza let her gaze swim as she put her hands behind her back with a bare face.

(What are you talking about? This one)

"I wanted to tease you."

Brown dark elves.

I put one hand on my cheek at the top of my head, and I'm ashamed. Twist with hard hips left and right.

Liza naturally got bogged down by Victoire after this.

Things didn't work out for now, but the adventure decided to continue. There are no problems with the "White Klan" itself right now.

(No, rather)

Dorothea thinks. The clan was starting to turn around much smoother and more functionally than when I was just sipping barley tea on a previous rear bench.

"Victoire eh. It's coming from the top right! Pordina, don't try to force me to pack the distance. We don't need a long range attack. Liza sprinkles her enemies with rock shells (arc cannons) - yes. Dorothea, stop the left! And watch out for the blade attack. He'll be paralyzed!

The Dorotheas had begun engaging with a bird-based monster named Ash Garuda in an open cavity further ahead.

Ash Garuda was quite a boney opponent, beginning to emerge from the intermediate ranks of the labyrinth.

Intelligence isn't that smart, but it seems like a standard way to hunt is to fly around a narrow place anyway, shoot paralyzed poisonous wings all the way out here, stop prey legs, and then slowly eat them with sharp couches.

"Kon-no!

Dorothea pulled out the ascaron and leapt over her head to Ash Garuda.

Build up your strength, kick the ground and fly.

The blade succeeded in drawing a semi-circle to completely amputate Garuda's ankle and significantly lower the enemy's altitude.

"Ugh - there it is! It's good to eat enough!

Liza shot a bunch of fluffy, unbalanced birds with a hard, gritty boulder bullet about even this.

Bird monsters seem sturdy and tough when done with the size of their widened wings, but in fact the bones are lightweight and scurvy to fly, making them remarkably fragile.

Thus, even if the bullet kakera just hits, it takes a lot of damage.

"Todome, leave it to me!

It was Karen and Liza's single altar, step elves, in shooting through moving enemies.

When Karen connects Elfinbow, who is no longer as familiar as part of his body, he shoots Ash Garuda, who is barely floating, down from next to next.

The weirdo birds said, "KEEP YEAH!," he raises a strange interrupter, wanting to block his ear, and crashes into a bump.

"Don't smoke the wings that have risen. Because there's still poison left. Look, it would be stupid to fall after you defeat him, and there's nothing to talk about."

The collector inadvertently pulls Karen close to the carcass and covers her mouth with a soft-handed handkerchief. Such a place is also gentlemanly.

"Mm-hmm. - I know about that, but I'm just gonna put Clande's face on you here, so don't get me wrong too much."

"Yes, yes..."

I also deal with Karen's tundelle as formatted by adult correspondence.

But if Dorothea were to tell me, his attitude would no longer be "slightly different".

"Vee. Nice fight"

"Phew. Naturally!

The collector is hi-touching with Victoire for a good fight. Behind it was the grief of a loyal dog who was sending a grudge in uninterrupted calories against a maid knight who had become heavily used in these few wars.

"Why... your husband... I'm better... all the time, even though I can"

(Mm-hmm. Party crisis.)

"That's why, based on earlier battles, we've set a new venue for discussion. I would love to hear the unabashedly opinions of all of you" Dorothea glanced around as she slightly enlarged the lantern lights, turning away her dry lips with her tongue.

Finish the fight with the birds. When we had just finished dinner, we were at an early break in the tent.

Naturally, the keeper claiming Lady First is in front of the bonfire, enjoying the smell of tea, while keeping an eye on himself. Again it was a meeting for women only.

"Yes, yes, yes!

"Uh. If you're going to speak, raise your hand for now - uh, Pordina. Yuri."

"I definitely think I'd rather be your previous husband. As soon as possible."

"Oh, hmm. Hello, Dorothea, may I speak?"

"What's with the beloved Vee?"

"Hey! I hope you don't mislead me like that. Let me tell you something, that's it. I don't know why you're all in such a hurry."

"Ha ha! It's not stupid, it's not stupid! It's an anomaly, isn't it?

"I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it. He's not Liza's husband."

"I'm afraid, Victoire. I was wondering if that was different from the usual Krander."

"Die. The one who leaves your husband alone is dead."

It led to a backlash.

The pressed Victoire looks around reflexively looking for a faithful samurai who always fully affirms herself, but there is no such thing here. Dorothea felt a little sorry for the hallucinations Victoire was hearing.

"I think it's bad for Vee, but I don't think Krand is in the right condition. I think the Lord feels it too. Now, he's in danger."

"Huh? That's not true at all."

Victoire went with a decent face.

"Get upset."

"Wait, Liza. Sister, I'll do it."

"Aim, hit, aim, hit"

"Ah, princess, don't put a bow in such a small place."

"Oops too. Shut up. You said I was good, so you decided. Ooh!

You guys, I'm a Barthelemy lady, and I have the best character in the house. Sometimes take a step back and shut up and obey......!

"Oh, my God, you're so beautiful."

"What the hell. It's not stupid! Talk more logically, right?

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up."

Victoire throws a cup of hot milk in his sleep, wondering if what Karen told him was stuck. I quickly hit Pordina's face, which was at Karen's side.

"Heh, heh. Fine. Sounds like it's time to let you guys know who's at the top of the herd" Pordina gave a shady caged grin and turned her tail upside down.

Khan Khan Khan and the battle gong rang in the distance.

In the first place, it is the pinnacle of stupidity that tries to bring up the households and make them obey when they are trying to decide to do so democratically.

Occasionally, in the tent, it changed to a ring of hand-to-hand fights conducted on a multi-on-one basis.

Biting, scratching, getting up and down and fussing. Dorothea and Loulou struggled rationally to settle the dispute in dialogue, but their efforts were vain and they were all lost.

"Kill all your lords!

There was also a theory that Dorothea was the one who was the kickest.

Dawn overnight. The Dorotheas, all of them formations and other shit, just fell apart and kept moving dangerously far.

"Hey. You guys, I don't know what happened yesterday, but look. Yesterday's over. Today's here, and we're gonna change our minds and we're gonna get along."

Klando, shut up for a second.

Liza gave a cold voice.

"Yes."

Pushing silently, Dorothea thought as she looked at the shadows of everyone who had fallen apart. Dorothea is short minded and fighting fast. Well, I've always thought that wasn't a very good thing for a woman, and it was often that the ignition line was short but not pulled off the rest.

Quickly, I can't keep my stomach shut about anything I think. So you put it right in your mouth, and when your emotions get excited, you don't know why, and you get back and forth unconscious.

(Not good. Not good. This is almost criminal thinking...)

Sigh haha as you wander around the navigation monitor called "The Tenyuan Separator," an item that tells you the right and shortest distance from the countless sidewalks crawling in the dungeon.

"Whew, guys. It was the last time we talked. Can you give me some ears?"

Thanks to the roses for being good, there was no such thing as a collector by my side. I guess he's stuck in an invisible position somewhere from where he can't even see Victoire's maid.

"What about Klund now? Perhaps a good part of my heart, the heart of goodness, is on the table."

Pordina, sitting with her back turned, moved the tail of her dog's ear, tickling. Apparently, it doesn't mean he's unwilling to ask.

"What. That explains why Klund is lying right now?

Karen's eating up on the story.

"Well, while the strawberries were away from you, I told you, in the capital of the Water Spirit (Seylan), Klund had to make some sad decisions. They were never meant to be, but if they didn't, innocent, if they were poorly tamed by humans, they were more likely to be seen worse than they could have imagined. Instead of liking the villain, I think the good conscience that I've been asleep in the Klund suddenly came to the surface."

"But, Dorothea, isn't that a good thing? It does leave you uncomfortable."

"I don't know what kind of mind movement it is, but everyone here knows that the Klund is very unstable right now. Unless you can't force yourself to keep doing good things, and the roots are villains, it's not humans who can do bad things all the time. Not good, but that's not the most important thing. Wrinkles are the usual, wild projections, suckers, liquor lovers, lots of mistakes, but when you're still in trouble, you can count on them, and you like a brand that hurts like a child somewhere. I want Klando back. Guys, I think the strawberries are like family. I wonder if you could help me with that."

"Dorothea -"

As Liza rose from the rock, who kept her mouth shut all the way down, she walked over and buried her face in Dorothea's chest, then raised her face.

"The Lizzas are family, not family."

"Wait a minute. What are you going to do to me...?

Pordina and Louloulou, who turned behind the zodiac, held both shoulders firmly extreme from left to right.

"Excuse me, Mr. Klund. It'll be over soon."

"No more questions, my lord."

"Stop it -! What are you going to do? You're just going to do something strange because of the regeneration of Klund!

Victoire, a war criminal, was being held in custody by both Karen and Liza for the crimes he was trying to inflict on his keeper and cum in the shadows.

Dorothea was calm. No, my brain was crossed more than usual, and I was back in the motion where there was some stray. She was in a bag of hips, when she took out a kind of incense tree, she placed it at the feet of a standing collector and ignited it using fire magic with her index finger. Occasionally, a strangely sweet smoke flooded the area, and everyone on the spot cringed their noses out.

"Hey, what the hell?"

"Mm-hmm. This is it. It is said to broil out the truth hidden in a man's heart, a sort of magic tool. I used to buy it from a Dwarf drug dealer in the city I stopped by on the way with my kids before I met your lord. This technique divides the Lord into two parts. If this doesn't work, I'll think about it again."

"Oh, what are we going to expose with that?"

"It's settled. If the Lord is a light now - it's not darkness."

The collector gets bored trying to escape by twisting himself from the white smoke that burns from the incense tree, but Pordina and Loulou, who hold him tight, won't allow it.

"but ahhh!

"Pordina! No mercy. Look, I'm out!

To her husband's cries of anguish, she scolds Pordina, who is about to add her palms and hands, and Dorothea gazes into the white smoke.

After a while, the color of the collector's body stains the sepia color, eventually becoming two so that it shifts to the side. In other words, another Shimen collector was seared into this world. This is fantasy.

"Uh-huh. Pee, pee! Well, here it is. What are you doing? Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm going to throw up gelo......!

"That nasty thing. Good, your lord is not Klund's nausea."

"Well, it just seems to Liza to be the usual Klund."

It was just an odd sight.

In front of Dorothea, the same person, divided into hearts of "good" and "evil," appeared both in the exact same way.

"Ahhh. The one I feared most came back to this world."

It was Victoire calling with his head in his arms.

That's not true, Victoire. Rather, because "evil" is physically closer to the original collector.

No, no. We have to induce "good" here to swallow "evil" successfully. A man needs a cloudy and swallowing amount.

It happened. Dorothea sighed and swallowed, jizzing at the two collectors facing each other.

(Indeed, some merchants were selling this medicine. This technique. The two divided minds go through each other. Speaking of which, eventually they unite into one and regain their original personality -!)

"It's my only husband now. While we're capturing him like this, take a blow!

"I have no idea. Pordina, come on! I'm gonna give my fake mon some guidance right now. Ugh!

"What are you doing?"

Even while Dorothea screams, the "evil" collector is slashed by the "good" collector for no reason as he pulls his long sword out of his waist.

Kid, a hard metal noise sounded and the blade was stopped eating.

"Plump. Let me do my kland. You are the fake -!"

There a maid knight, who broke the restraint and set his sword horizontally, was brilliantly attacked by a poorer degree collector.

"Awful of Victoire......!

Thinking the conflagration would continue, the "good" collector quietly ordered Pordina to let go. When Pordina is asked head-on by a collector who is the same, there is no way he can say no.

And both men drew out their swords, and stood up against each other.

"Get out of the way. Vee."

When the "good" collector stood, somehow Victoire obeyed honestly.

"Ahhh. Now, I might be able to say that line that I've always wanted. Stop, both of you. Don't argue for me!

One heroine and one asshole maid knight chewing on the edge of a handkerchief.

Dorothea seriously wished this guy had a brain crack and died.

"It's a downright cowardly one. I don't think I'm the same person."

"Oh, my goodness. Fine, Shimonzo doesn't need either of you in this world. That's right. I'm the only rider..."

What's a rider? and Dorothea generated a questionmark overhead.

"Just a cowardly imitation. When I think you're the other me, I'm gonna throw up."

The "good" collector lifted his left hand sassy, lowering Victoire, who was moisturizing his eyes, and stepped forward. Looking directly at her crisp expression, Dorothea hurt her chest small.

"Krando."

A maid knight makes a sweet voice. Dorothea felt a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

"Victoire, you watch there. Where I beat the fake..."

"Cut. Guero, it's this way I think I'm gonna throw up. Wait a minute, now."

"Compete squarely!

When the "good" collector shouted like a hero, the "evil" collector carved a wild grin on his face that even just looked like an outlaw, and responded with a rusty voice like a bandit's main balls.

"Honest... I didn't know you were going to say such a straight word."

(I mean, you're not yourself! Klund?)

"Are you willing to run away over this period...?

"I don't run away from a challenged battle. You know what I mean."

"Good" and "evil" confronted each other. When they set up their long swords and stared at each other, they kicked the ground and ran out without setting aside time.

"Ah! Victoire's throwing her tits out. Whoa!

"What the fuck!

When the "evil" collector pointed to the rear, he said that the "good" collector was in the midst of slashing each other, but without putting the comma down for 0 seconds, he looked back without hesitation.

- That moment divided the light and darkness of the battle.

"Whoa!

"Evil" collectors sprinkled whoever they were and stuck in their sneeze, roaring their long swords and slamming their special hand pokes into the hearts of defenseless "good" collectors. The long sword was buried deep down to the former Tsuba.

"Damn - Ha! Stupid."

"Idiots are temei. The fact that Vee's attire cannot be instantly unraveled should be inexperienced. Apparently the battle of wisdom has gone up in arms on me this...!

"How do you know that? Ahh!" Victoire gave a loud voice.

When the "evil" collector laughed at Nihil, Liza and Karen jumped up yellow with a chattering yellow voice.

"... hey, you know what, lords? The bad guys won, didn't they?

"Oh, that's good."

"It's a good decision."

"Mr. Dorothea. I can't help it anymore, but it just seems to me like the usual Klund" Loulou calmly scratches in.

When the body of the slashed "good" keeper splashed in particles, it cloud-sprayed like the character of MMORPG and turned into smoke, which was absorbed all the way through the stupid mouth laughing at what the "evil" keeper's were.

"Oh, shit. I can't believe my true kland development plan crumbled."

Victoire throws out his sword, striking both knees on the ground with each skirt and staring out vaguely at Nabi. Liza slapped him on the shoulder to comfort him with her face.

"- So, what happened in the end? Are you going to turn evil into power?

Normally, the "good" mind was absorbed by losing. I'm not sure what the reason is, but it's natural that the plain body should be affected in some way. Dorothea grabbed her fist and sipped solidly as she pierced her elf ear. The collector closed his eyes as he rubbed his mustache.

"Hmm. For now..."

"For now?"

"I'm gonna take one shot out!

"Yes, your husband."

The collector tries to pull Pordina's hand away, but even then Karen and Liza tuck him hard from left and right.

- I didn't know you were only seriously worried about me...

"Ha ha"

"Miss Dorothea?" Loulou slapped him in the face and dashed away.

"Time to punish. Bye. Ahhhhhhhh!

Dorothea's Ascaron roared more than usual and danced in the dungeon.