Dungeon+Harem+Master

Dungeon Thirty-ninth Hierarchy Deepest.

Possibly the last place to split, the collector and Dorothea had a fierce tongue battle.

"That's why I've been telling you so many times, this is the right one! Why are you so stubborn on that road? Is that it? Anything good, but it's falling? Are you old enough to want to keep him alone?

When the collector spit sharply on his tongue and yelled, Dorothea argued with his eyes triangled and his pointy voice several times that.

"I don't know what to do again... if you're stubborn, that's our line. Mostly, the reason your lord chooses the right isn't because that little girl chose that way. Is it that much fun to chase the ass of such a blue-smelling daughter? Ha. My soft-handed husband has to be an upscale lady who dresses well. He's gone!

"What. Who's the Polk Bits? I'm so proud of you, it hurts. Don't play with your fingers, Conoyalo!

"Huh. What are you so proud of? You can't just be big."

"Mine's big and hard. You know that."

"I already forgot!

"N...!

"Two, two. Not if you're fighting."

Lacey grates and goes into a stop, but Dorothea thrusts in a nocturnal fork-like shape.

"Ha. Now hide behind a woman's back? No, not really."

"Noodles."

The collector barks "oops" and grabs it, but Dorothea quickly changes her body, skillfully decides on her joints and takes it to the chicken wing arm lock.

Skilled submissions were superb, and the bones of Mimikiki and the collector sounded economically.

"I am. Let go of me, man. What do you think the pavilion owner is?"

"This guy's an educator."

Let go of me, you violent elf.

"Oh, what? Do you think it would be better if it were tighter?

"This wasting milk. Oh!

"Who's wasting milk? Ah!

The beginning of the thing was in Lucia Panilla, which was a pattern between the collectors and the ancient knowledge we met in the thirty-eighth hierarchy.

Leading the leading clan, Ethereal Wings, even in the Adventurers' Union, she continued to descend with the momentum of the bamboo after the leap after the leap, after blowing off all of her tumultuous past.

The root that supports the momentum most is that she was one of the thirteenth lords of the Demon King, the Dead of Drakur, and it's not something I can talk about too much about.

They also didn't like the behaviour of the collector himself, who acted to appear to be some very intimate companion, first the Dorothea ran out.

Until the thirty-ninth hierarchy, they joined forces in an effort to attack the dungeon, but when they reached the last branch, Lucia unexpectedly chose the right path and left the collectors just a short walk away.

I wondered if we could breathe together because the extra stuff disappeared, and the collector has a jittery view of the right road that the Russians went on because they were untrained.

Dorothea felt like she was being seen low, like her thinkers had been put on her sleeves, and it was a natural flow to curse Lucia without anger.

The story becomes unnecessarily complicated because the collectors argued against this.

When this happened, men and women's friendships were not rational, just emotional bumps were sprinkling sparks and repeating themselves whenever they could not finish.

"Don't give me a break anymore. More or less, a woman. You should honestly hear about the pavilion owner being high. That's smart, that's smart, that's smart, that's smart, that's smart! Dorothea, you don't have a muscle path!

"I'm not talking about luck. Don't twist the facts on your own. No. It's more or less a fundamental problem that your lord forgot to bring the dividing instrument."

"Ugh."

A Dorothea's natural separator is a cheat item that clearly indicates the direction of travel within a dungeon.

Naturally, even though it was a necessary item for a dungeon offense, the collector had forgotten to bring it as soon as he rolled in with the child elves in the living room, trying to deceive the momentum by saying, "You get a strong heart that can proceed without that," and so on, and getting the facts rose by Liza along the way.

"I don't know. You know, it's so corny. You're going to want to make a mess on the floor. Well, I'll always be gutty that it's over...! I don't think Mr. Dorothea is cute."

"Whatever. The wax is super puffy. Anyway, oh, forgive me."

"Hmm. I don't want to be called back by a woman who has no basis."

"This, unfounded? Are you choosing the left path without my meaning? I have my reasons. Behold, this footpath. How are you doing? the rubbing of the cockerel stranded on the rock and the amount of tread marks. This is evidence that a large number of humans here recently chose the left road. It's Klund. On what basis did you choose the right road?"

"Hehe. Do you hear it or do you hear it? That's why. It's him!"

"You're an idiot! You just chose the direction the stick fell! I don't know, I'm gonna knock you down now."

"Whoa, don't be so welcoming, Dorothea. Well, here's one thing to decide democratically by majority...... now, the battle has been decided before I fought for my persuasion and popularity. I won't forgive you for crying."

"Superior! Lord, woe and cland. I think you're right. However, the one on the cland will be defeated later with this stick."

"That's obvious blackmail, isn't it?!?

Together, watching over the argument between the collector and Dorothea, they looked at each other and nodded snuggly.

"In other words, Dorothea, why don't you let the brave man go first?"

When Hannah whispered gently with Nico's face, Dorothea finally freed the collector.

If you look at it this way, it's simply a situation where it just seems like she's stuck with the collector.

"Huh. You just let me go. Don't tickle me with your treasured charisma. Oh, but that might excite you."

"Who suddenly offered to expose the Lord's abnormal sexuality"

"Hmm, hmm. Then don't regret it. Collect good boys who disagree with Brother Zao."

He responded silently to the collector raising his hand in the norrinoli.

I also have to get a slight tingle in the iron heart for this.

(Eh, wait a minute. We're all too aware of Mr. Zao, aren't we? You can usually hold me, can't you? No, seriously)

Artemisia first came to Dorothea's side, as if to smash the chronic heart of an unfounded collector.

"Hmm? Artemisia. Why would a wise person like you be such an idiot elf's ex......!

Artemisia paid cold for the hand as the collector reached right to throw himself out with the play on.

"I have a priori."

"Huh?"

"I'm an ex-con, Klando."

(Oh no, Al had witnessed a scene that had previously been cuddled by Lucia...)

I will not forget the stars created by the tackle of that day.

But Rudge stood on Dorothea's side when he was cheeky about the mysterious all-powerful feeling that the battle was overwhelmingly in his favor.

"Hey, isn't that the wrong choice?

"Clearly there are traces of people left. Left road has a better chance of getting it right."

"Damn, but we have warriors in our army..."

"I'll come this way too -. It's annoying how Mr. Klander's doing."

"Mr. Hilda? And for that reason!

"Huh. I was deluded by such a little girl. Bye."

"Liza lost her confidence when she was looking at Clandestine earlier."

"Liza for Karen."

Excuse me, Mr. Krander.

"I believed in Loulou."

"Exactly this time, I don't agree"

"Meryandale, honey!?

"How can I agree with you?"

"I'm sorry. Hannah is worried about your daughter."

"Ahhh. That's what I thought you were doing, Victoire... And Hannah, you have no opinion of your own!

"Excuse me. No, sir."

Sizka of the Pledge of Request is also limited to "this time only......"

The only two left were Pordina and Lacey.

Lacey knelt down and crouched in front of the possessor who crawled on all fours in a mood to inspire herself when she turned her gaze to the left and right.

"I'm with you, Klund."

"Lacey, only Lacey can trust me."

"Huh? That's not what I'm saying, but if I leave Klando alone, he's not going to be dead. Eh heh."

(No offense. That care is terrible, Lacey.)

"Because I'm your husband's choice."

The collector looked at Dorothea with his lifeless eyes while being caused by Lacey and Pordina. It is an unmistakable rape eye. I was in a state of complete loss.

"Oh, hey. Apparently, the public opinion was more frivolous. If I put a clean apology here, I'm not a ghost. I have nothing to forgive you for. Well, let's start by licking your soft shoes in the testimony of obedience - mingi!

The collector twisted as he accidentally grabbed both breasts of the defenseless Dorothea approaching with a Nitanita grin on his arms.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Anti-retrograde children of this era. If this happens, Wye will stick to his own theory, even if he is mean. Heh. If you guys want to take the left road so badly, go that way. This one's a handful of elite, and I'm gonna reach the 40-story boss room first."

"Hih, after treating people's breasts like rubber clumps. I'm done. It's Klund. Can't you make a bet? If this happens, how about we reach the boss room first and enslave the other guy for a day?

"Yep. Is that okay? With such a light pena. I didn't want to be spilled into a hole called a hole."

"It's kind of disgusting!

Hilda gently donned.

"Huh. You didn't praise me that much."

"It's disgusting in a double sense. What?

The party split up here.

Pordina & Lacey and Dorothea and Majority led by the Founding Fathers.

In ratio, it is eleven to three.

"It's a number of violence, this!

"Welcome home"

When Dorothea waves painfully, the collector points his lips and indicates his intention to protest.

"As a matter of course. God will keep a good eye on us."

"Ku, repent. But what, this feeling"

The treasurer began to bite the gazi gazi at the thumbnails of much remorse.

"It's Dorothea. Krand is opening strange doors."

Artemisia whispers in her ear as she wanders.

"Leave him alone. There's nothing he can do about his nest. It won't heal unless you get the whole brain."

It is a little toddler regression.

There's no mistake in seeing that Lacey is quite shocked to see where she hugged and gave up.

(It is possible for me to defeat this hierarchy of enemies, but my power ratio is obvious. If you allow the game to start like this, you can see the inevitable loss)

"Hey, Pordina, okay"

Pordina walks over once the collector leaves Lacey and gently invites her.

"Yes, what is it, sir?"

"You, put it on that side"

"Huh?"

Pordina lowered her overhead dog ear petally as she clouded her expression.

Has he done something wrong? He is anxious.

"Whoa, that's not what I'm talking about. I don't mean to hate you. From now on, Por will infiltrate the other side and take care of things from the inside so that I can move forward in my favor. This is a serious task that you cannot do without. Don't you do it."

"Ha. Even in this case. We encourage you to meet your expectations."

"You know... it's all a shame on the wolves. Well, fine. Let's take on Pordina over here, too. Klund should be willing and encouraged at best."

"Get on with it......! Look, I'm gonna let you do it."

"Giffoon."

Dorothea winked at Coquettish and knocked him over just wondering how it was.

The collector held Lacey in his arms and shouted, "You fool!" and shouted into the right road.

"So, what are you going to do in the end? Dorothea."

"That stupid man. I don't care what you do or what you do, you can leave me alone in such a dangerous place."

Dorothea sighed deeply as she saw the way the sailor ran away with a wrinkle between her brows.

"You're not being honest with me. You broke it first, pretended to be cute, and when it came to one of your grudges, Klund would have reconsidered right away."

Rudge was obviously painfully sarcastic that Dorothea was the most baked in one case with Lucia.

"Shut up. It will be the same as your Lord. More or less, I'm not gonna let that little girl say I didn't think anything of seeing Klande deluded."

"It's a tribute to the year. Besides, his girlfriend is not the one who started it."

"Either way, straw isn't funny."

Dorothea takes the path to the right with a heavy foothold as she hits the cutlet and the toe of the boot against the rock and rings.

Several of them looked worried and showed obvious relief with a hospitable look.

"If I wanted to, Mr. Crand would be fine. And Lacey's too good a kid. All right, here's one thing. Let's help and thank each other where those two fall into a pinch."

Neighbor Meriandale anxiously clouded her eyes as Hilda waved her wand and raised her momentum.

"Something, but I still don't feel good about it."

"Don't worry too much. Hilda is right. That idiot would be more of a pill to look a little sore in the eye."

Victoire, who laid his hand on Meryandale's shoulder, translated and laid eyes on his face.

"Something like that worries you about the brave man. This one."

Hannah pokes Victoire with her elbow.

"... you don't have to bust it once."

"Shit, I'm scared, lady."

"You're a baking man to look after. Our husband."

When Artemisia dropped her neck and grabbed the spear, she followed her dagger and the keeper only a short distance away.

"They're trying to make me look like shit. I was just trying to get acquainted with my old friend. That's them, isn't it? If you leave your boyfriend's smartphone or something like that there, you're the type of person who's sure to mess around without permission and silently erase it as soon as you find the woman's contact information."

The treasurer complained to Lacey about the women's inhumanity while placing the lantern in a dark place.

"I don't know what Klund's up to, but I know how everyone feels."

When Puy and Lacey turned that way, the collector immediately wandered out in suspicion of behavior.

"Oh, hey, wait! Seriously, it's nothing with Lucia. Seriously, I just got to know him on a different matter. Are you sure about this?

"Puppy."

"Hey, oh. Restore your mood. You're not supposed to be me. Holla. Lacey's the only one who followed me like this when everyone turned out that way. Do I look like a bad guy who would betray such a healthy Lacey? Can't you see?

"But if that Lucian kid asked me out, I'd have a wheelchair on me."

"I'm not following. Yikes. I will never follow you. Man, the Zodiac is a hunk of chastity."

"I don't believe it at all"

"Ugg. Okay, bye. Why did Lacey come after me?"

"Because. Otherwise, you're gonna be alone with Klando. I can't do that."

"... Lacey"

"Geez."

The collector hugs Lacey one by one in his mind.

At the same time there was a fierce sound of the rock crushing stomach shrinking from behind.

I twisted my body and flipped it sharply.

The darkness just lies too thick.

Quickly pull out the long sword and bend over with Lacey hidden behind her back.

"Lacey, I don't want you touching one of your fingers."

"KLAND......!

Lacey clings around her hips. The collector felt the heat and plumpness of her exhaling breath, further enhancing the power she could put into the pattern.

At the tip of the slight lights on the sloppy lantern, the monster's movements are not even visible to Kakera.

"Klando, that. Klund......"

"So don't worry. Whatever creature comes. If it's my power, it's my choice."

"Not that way. Look at the front.

"Nha."

I noticed when I was forced to turn my neck forward with both arms.

There stood a stone warrior, big enough to reach the tunnel ceiling critical, with a huge knife and shield.

"The Great Demon Series."

The stone warrior's armor was based on an elaborate form of thin sheets cut into rectangular forms.

Pah, look. Three meters is over.

As soon as the lantern lights lit up the stone fighter, two puffy red lights shone in the darkness.

"Whoops!

The collector jumped backwards with Lacey in his arms in order to squeeze a knife that had been struck down reflexively.

Gah, and the roar of breaking the rock broke and the ground crushed. Pah, the pebble splashed.

"Nyah. It's a no-time attack. Lacey, lights, please."

"Ugh."

The collector approached the stone fighter with his long sword down to the ground critical.

This tunnel can't even be seen by Locke without lantern lights because of the low number of hikarigokes.

Both eyes of the Stone Warrior shook with a shiny and suspicious glow.

Overhead.

An immense sword is swung down without creation.

The collector snuggled a sharp breath out of his lips to the blade that struck the black lion at hand.

It is inconceivable that the black lion of the treasurer should meet properly with a machete similar to a giant iron pole, no matter what the famous knife.

He cleverly flushed the tip of the falling blade to the side as he recieved the power to be swung down.

Zuyu...

and the stone fighter's knife buries deep into the narrow tunnel wall and stops moving.

"Yo!

The collector snapped away as he spun to dance as he implanted the black lion's cut in the right wrist of the stopped stone fighter, or slightly articulated part.

It is a holy sword with the sharpness to cut even steel if not the wrong way to put timing and force on it.

Around, a stone fighter falling out of balance stomped slightly to control his own weight, pushing the giant shield of his left arm all the way.

"Fuck."

"Cland-!"

Strong impact on the right shoulder.

I flew backwards without turning back.

Brake with your right hand to stop the rotation as you round your body and gobble around.

The right leg of a stone fighter...

I lifted up to step on it.

When she scratched her hair, she slipped between her crotches and took her back.

At the same time Lacey sang it out using her proud throat.

Hiragana.

A labyrinth sounding inquiry temporarily doubles the armpower of the collector. The logic of the Water Spirit.

The zodiac covered his shoulder to body against the left knee of the stone fighter.

A giant who has lost his balance slowly falls to the front.

There are bees and red sparks scattered in the brain weather.

Meat.

The flesh all over his body was fierce telling him to stab the tortoise.

"Whoa, whoa."

The collector should have swung his long sword quickly as he landed on the waist of the fallen stone fighter along with the sound of the ground.

A blade of black lion runs puffy on the neck of a thick, stiff giant.

It's a blow to Kaishin.

A hard noise sounded and the stone statue's neck fell stiff.

"Wow."

Jumping back from the miki and ringing stone statue, a few moments later the sound of the glass breaking from the five bodies of the giant echoed, crushing and disappearing.

"I did it, I did it, Klund. Eh. Wow."

"Ha, give me this. Oh, my God."

The collector laughed and showed as he controlled Lacey, who could hold him and rain a kiss on his cheek.

I think this dungeon's offense is coming up to the middle of nowhere.

(I'm definitely getting stronger)

In fact the problem, the strength of the collector was up enough to show the opening of cloud mud when he started diving into the dungeon.

If the usual members are in place, the arms of the Caveman will be hidden like the moon of midday, but to the best of all here they have reached a range that is free from the colours of a first-class swordsman.

"Ugh. It's like a midwinter frost."

Was the Stone Warrior a demonic life form? If the core neck had been destroyed, it would have failed to preserve its body and led to its collapse.

The part that was certainly stone until earlier when I stepped on it with half a boot had changed to a piece of glass that looked like a house lined white.

"Hey, Klando. This is disgusting."

"Mmm. Right."

When the collector tried to cross the cakera of the waste that had become sarcastic, something with the weight of the gossip moved out of the peel.

Was it a gift that did not cut the alarm that reflected on its sound?

"Abu Ne"

"Geez."

I quickly pushed Lacey down to the ground and jumped up and down from something.

Guru, and.

He managed to cut the blow of an object that rose from among the fragments and rose.

Shield.

A giant shield.

"Is this the main unit?"

When I rebuilt the fallen cantera, a giant shield was floating in the space in front of me that the stone warrior was wearing.

The shield has a strange face that causes the beholder to turn away, opening his huge mouth as he tilts his bright red tongue.

Huge round shield about two meters in diameter.

He began to glide through the air looking for the collectors as he swayed like a willing disc.

"Damn it, stick to the mess of fish - you son of a bitch, let's fly"

"Ugh."

The collectors shrugged the giant discs that made strange noises and flew up to the critical point.

Did the round shield hit the ceiling and leaked a strange groan because it split left and right?

But that's not enough, and when you roll the corn down the ground, the collectors look at it again and dance the universe.

"Ears, blocked."

On Lacey's instructions, the collector rushed to keep both ears down and crawled to the ground.

The round shield comes in momentum from the top with a geezy laugh.

When Lacey fully attracted the round shield, she sucked in her breath so heavily that she didn't know where to get out of that skinny.

Lacey, the half of the Water Spirit, has a different vocal organ than a normal human being.

By bathing the "bullet" that compressed the sound against the round shield that came at it, the victory or loss was decided.

Powerful sound bullets can be created by making the voice oriented.

It was a special attack unique to Lacey.

The stone giant round shield made a tall noise and splashed away as it ran pimples and fine cracks.

"Yay. Yay, yay, yay."

"Ooh. Good job, Lacey."

The collector squashed his hands together with Lacey, who rushed over as he jumped, often immersed himself in the aftermath of victory.

(But I was afraid of bunk layers. I'm just glad the hell it is)

Even if my ears are blocked, my head is still shaking. If I was accidentally hit with this, a normal human would have definitely had a tympanic membrane.

Lacey is definitely growing as well. I felt comfortable and for some reason I was a bit of a treasurer when I was counted on.

"Hang on, if Lacey and I were here, we wouldn't need those anymore, would we? Lacey's the best. Lacey's the best mate I've ever had, and she's a trusted companion."

"Oops too. Seems like too much praise because we're all gone. But more praise."

"Okay, come here. I'll be damned. Mr. Mutsugorou, I want to see you."

"Shh."

As the collectors were snuggling at ease, the body stiffened reflectively with a strange sound that beat the rock from the rear all the way.

"... hey, what is it? Are you new?"

Stuff your breath and look behind you, but the rocky skin illuminated by lantern lights shows no signs of organisms moving.

"Hey Klando. It's creepy. Let's go."

"Oh, yeah. Hurry up and reveal Dorothea's nose."

"Don't bully him too much"

"Then I thought I'd bully Lacey. Hey, hey, hey."

"Oh, no, I don't think so."

It was an act of the bacouple itself, a fountain from a third party that pulled a step back.

After a while...

From the shadows a group full of horrible spirits appeared snuggly.

"Oh, jeez. Think you can do whatever you want without the strawberries."

Members, including Dorothea, are kicking rocks in frustration with a smashed look.

"Dorothea, I don't know if this is the last time we're gonna get past the Klanders and we're gonna celebrate."

Crush while Rudge fixes the position of the glasses.

"Not bad."

Sizka agreed, pulling her sword out of her sheath and staring at her zizzily.

"Um, you know what? You may be angry, but what if it calms you down just a little? Mistress."

Shut your mouth.

"Hih."

Loulou, who I saw, gave a terrible mouth to sedate me, but Karen bounced me off.

"Out of Klando, the peppered slaves of the Lizzas are pretty much B's."

"Kufu. Yeah, I'm gonna let Klander clean his shoebox."

"My lady. I was wondering how you describe it."

Two black-and-white elves put their hands on their mouths and laughed high, "Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho."

Pordina put a shadow on her grieving face, thinking that she was just one of the forerunners.