Dungeon Maker

Chapter 31 - Dungeon Commercial Auction House

The night sky was overwhelming in a different sense than the day.

There was no dazzling color harmony.

Heavy blue, close to black, envelops the sky. The darkness that was made was cold and heavy. I couldn't tell the horizon apart by melting from the sky to the earth.

Starlight spills out, and a white moon shines from beyond.

It was brighter because it was in the dark.

But he never pushed the darkness away. The moonlight was in harmony with darkness and conveyed warmth in the cold of darkness.

And I stood in the moonlight like that.

Dragon Hat was brief, but understood what it was like to 'catch your breath’.

It was such a beautiful citrus that it distracted the mind of those who looked at it even when nothing was decorated in its natural state. Such a citri was determined and appeared with its own beauty. Furthermore, I was standing under the fantastic moonlight.

Katarina was no different from Yongho. It didn't matter that she was the same woman.

Citri smiled softly facing the two of them. The naturally flowing white dress reminded me of the goddess of the moon.

Time froze.

Citri's beauty had that much power.

However, there were those who remained calm even in the still hours. There was someone who was not seduced by the beauty of Citri, but just boldly looked at it.

‘Amon.’

Citri said with her eyes:

Amon did not respond. His body was placed in the form of a bracelet on the right arm of the dragon.

Mamon's 12 servants had different feelings for Citri.

Elun the Night Slasher was a sign.

The Old Zion of Power was a grudge.

And Amon's feelings at the end of the Red Flame were compassion. It was nice to be compassionate and even sad.

There was a slight, but cracked, smile on the citrus. A part of the emotion that was hidden deep in my heart was revealed.

But that piece of emotion was too small. The beauty of Citri became the moonlight, covering up the convenience of feeling like fireflies.

“Dear customer, it's appointment time. ”

The voice is gentle. You turn your red hair up, revealing the curve starting from your white neck.

Dragon took a deep breath. I grabbed Katarina's frozen hand lightly and smiled at Katrina, startled. She grabs her hand lightly and turns to Citri.

Citri glanced at the dragon and Katarina with a keen eye. As the distance got closer, he bowed gracefully and saluted, teasing his hands as he always did. When I got out of the air, I took out two of them and gave them to Dragon Hoe and Katarina.

“This auction is an anonymous auction. You don't have to use it right now, but you should use it when you go to the president's office. ”

The dragon mask was just a white mask with no shape or pattern, just like the mask on the ghost of the opera. The bottom of the nose was cut clean, so the mouth and chin were exposed.

The mask Katarina received was also the only thing exposed underneath her nose, but it was a rather glamorous mask that looked like it had shaped a butterfly. A rainbow was placed in harmony within the big, dark wings.

Citri was explaining things to Yongho. The Dungeon Chamber couriers, all dressed in white, delivered the luggage to Eligos.

Dragon glances down at the mask for a moment, looking back at Citri. Citri's mask should not be curious.

Yongho did not know where the auction was held, how long it would take to get there, and how he could not move to the president. If they had not known that Citri was the ‘Lady of Mamon’ through the Old Zion, they would never have followed them, even though their relationship was good.

"Is it the same as Grandma...? ’

Where is that old lady in the world? - It was a Citri that would come out, but if I had to say it, I wouldn't be able to.

Dragon Hoe smiles quietly, and Citri tilts her head slightly.

“Sir?"

“No, nothing. ”

Dragon took a deep breath again. Citri was not a patron of House Mamon. I neglected the sublet owner and the sublet owner, and did not give any decisive help to Kaiwan, the previous three households.

The same was true for Yongho himself. I was being favorable, but only slightly indirect. Of course, thinking about things like the magic potion Citri gave me, I could never say it was small, but that was it.

Citri was a bystander when she fought Forest, even when she fought Agares.

“Okay, let's get going. It's a long way to go. ”

The cracked citri takes a step back. You clap your hands in the air, facing the dragon's eye.

Katarina opens her mouth, looking up at the sky, noticing the first foreign body. Yongho also threw up an elasticity lightly.

The wagon came down from the night sky in the moonlight.

The white wagon without the roof was very beautiful, but the dragon lagoon and Katarina saw something other than it.

Dozens of cats running through the night sky.

Citri prepared the cat wagon.

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Freya, a goddess of myth and beauty in Northern Europe, said she rode a cat wagon through the night to keep her promise to Odin. The God Warriors for Ragnarok, the final war - her mission was to spread the seeds of chaos throughout the world to breed those Einherjars.

The cat wagon sped through the night sky.

Dragon experienced something completely new because he had never been up in the night sky on a salami.

Moonlight and starlight.

Flow of magical power hiding in the blue darkness.

The wind slapped my cheek. The cat wagon was faster than Salami. Starlight became a line at a point, and soon it became indistinguishable from darkness.

It was not physically fast.

The cat wagon took off into space. You leap to speed with your magical power far and wide.

When the starlight regained its shape, the cat wagon began its descent close to the fall. The thrill of riding on a rollercoaster condemned the whole body.

Luckily, it was short. When we got to the ground, Citri stepped off the feline wagon first. I led Yongho and Katarina.

As soon as the three people got off, the surrounding landscape quickly changed without having to look around at the cat wagon that had gone back to heaven. I didn't seem to take a few steps, but the place where the three people stood was transformed into a cozy wooden hallway in the white desert.

Despite the reality, I felt like I was connected to a virtual space in the dungeon.

Citri takes a few steps back. I turned to the door at the end of the hall and wore my own mask facing the dragon. Unlike the dragon hat and Katarina, it was a lion-shaped mask covering the entire face.

“Beyond this door is Samael's ‘fastest wing’ dungeon auction house, one of the five directors of the Dungeon Chamber. Please wear a mask. ”

Dragon Hoe wore a mask in the middle of the chaos. Wearing a mask, a symbol of anonymity, calmed my mind a little.

“Dear customer, you said you would let me experience the great water. ”

The lioness mask hides Citri's face. She grabs the door hook.

“Please, don't be overwhelmed. ”

The door opens with a playless voice.

And it was only then that Dragon Hoe realized.

the meaning of the big water that Citri said.

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It was the ballroom of giants.

The moment the door opened, the air changed. The unbearable weight condemned the whole body.

Reflexively recalled the memory.

When I first met Amon,

When Amon and Guzion confronted each other.

It was a different kind of pressure at the time.

A vortex. Dozens of massive magical forces collide and tangle with each other to create a complex flow of magical power.

Many, not one.

It's thick and suffocating.

There was no absolute like Amon.

However, I was indifferent. The blades, full of razor blades, seemed to be entangled somehow.

The dragon sought to draw out magical power. As such, he wanted to resist the rushing magical power.

But Citri shakes her head. I told you not to do that.

Why, why.

Dragon has bitten his teeth. And I realized that Citri was just standing there naturally. Lots of people were beyond the door as well.

They do not concentrate on their magic. It just emitted naturally. And the magical forces that were released were tangled together to create the current weight.

Ofelia said.

Four Horns is the strength of one of the ten within the Southern space.

But if you talk about the whole magic system, it's only four or three points per column.

It was funny to compare the number of Mines in the Southern space with the number of Mines in the whole house.

What kind of people are out there?

How many horns do they have? How much power do they have?

The dragon doesn't force its magic. You accept the weight. Take another deep breath as you endure.

Of course, it was still overwhelming.

But I still tried to get used to it. I wasn't afraid of the new world.

The real reason Citri brought herself to the auction house.

This was it.

To remind you that there is a sky outside the sky.

To show you what kind of world Yongho should be moving into.

The intention of this auction was in attendance itself.

I wonder how much time has passed.

Yongho hears the heavy breathing of Katarina as he recovers his spare time to look around. Even the dragon with four horns was heavy. Katarina felt the weight of a three-horned dragon.

Katarina endured the pressure. Thanks to the Old Zion. If you hadn't felt the pressure of the Old Zion in the Arena, you would have reached out.

Dragon took Katarina's hand like that. I shared my magic with him in the middle of all my troubles. The breath of Katarina calms down to see if it worked.

Citri glances at him quietly. From the beings beyond the door, I retrieved the magical veil that was opened to cover this side.

“This way, please. I'll show you to your seats. ”

Citri did not protect the dragon and Katarina as Amon did. You turn around and lead the way, and the dragon goes with Katarina to avoid falling behind.

The space beyond the door was spectacular. It reminded me of the magnificent banquet hall I had seen in the movies.

There were those who gathered to talk, and those who stood in a quiet place and looked around.

Citri walks slowly. Because of this, Yongho was able to have time to look around.

The mask hides the faces of the participants. But it was also the horse system. There were many elements that made a particular opponent, such as skin, body type, and unusual body type.

But in the beginning, there was a lack of information. Instead of forcefully squeezing out clues, I just felt the appearance of participants and the magic they naturally exuded.

A few minutes after I left the door.

Yongho realized that the magical forces that filled the ballroom were never natural.

Most participants had complete control over their magical powers.

Concealing the color and properties of magic was the basis of the basics. Even the magical forces that I thought were exhaling were carefully tuned for proper fighting.

"No, that's not it either."

It was clear that even such tuning was being done in almost unconscious stages. The level of magical control was so high that it could not even be compared to the housewives I had encountered so far. All the attendees.

When the door first opened, an anomalous shock pierced the back of the dragon's chasm. Dragon catches his breath. Instead of a quick exhale, I tried to control my magic. I couldn't do it like the other attendees right now, but I tried.

I erased the color and properties of my magic. I did not forget to keep up with Katarina's magical powers.

I felt like I was walking naked through a storm. I'm sweating from my hands, facing Katarina.

Time passed very slowly.

It seemed to have split into tens or hundreds of moments.

And as you take a step, the dragon turns its head unwisely.

It was an unexplainable urge. It was a greedy India, but it was different from usual.

A big man came in at the end of his gaze. He was a man wearing a scary ghost mask.

He also saw the dragon. The moment I turned my head, my eyes crossed.

The slow flow of time stopped.

The distance from the man was quite far, but it was meaningless.

Why? What did greed feel in that man?

“Sir? This way. ”

Citri's voice breaks the freezing time. She doesn't look at the man. However, the dragon could be freed from a man's gaze as soon as he heard Citri's voice.

“Lord.”

Katarina says, Dragon Tightens her hand once again. I smiled under the mask and followed Citri into the auction house.

I still felt a man's gaze.

But Dragon did not look back.

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“My Lord.”

A woman in a parrot mask calls out to the man in the ghost mask in a small voice.

The man in the ghost mask narrows his eyes instead of responding directly to the woman's words. I now picture the dark-haired child completely out of sight in my head.

He was young enough to struggle with the auction house air.

But why?

It bothers me. It's not just a hunch.

“My Lord?"

“It's nothing. Let's go.”

The parrot mask woman looks at her master with embarrassing eyes, but soon she regains her composure. I led the owner with a gentle gesture.

One of the six kings that rules the Magic Cube.

The king of the appetizers takes a step.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, Let the auction begin today. The first property is Asran, a two-dimensional warrior. ”

End

chu Yong-ryong