The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

Now, when Ann was starting to fight the stupid knight and Elibel with the character wrapped skeleton and the slime of the Plump homogeneous-

On the sixtieth floor of Farbnil, "Between Gentlemen" -

"Um, I wonder where everyone went..."

and walking alone with me, Tres looks around.

When I dived through the transfer gate, everyone was gone.

We're all gonna find your father! And even though I meant to, I feel like I've been screwed out of my nose.

It's misty, and it's delicate.

After that, we walked out into this hall, no matter where we were.

I look around for a moment, rubbing the ground and walls with a stick (appropriately picked up around it).

"Huh... What do we do? I don't even know where this place is, Dos. I wish you had a brother..."

Torres is a firepower specialist, Golem Homuncles.

Attributes are also one fire, and excellent attributes such as soil and wind cannot be used.

It's inconvenient when you're out of line with everyone.

In the first place, Tres' abilities, in themselves, are only exerted in a mass battle.

"Pulu, Ann, where is everybody?"

A certain sage who is naturally saved from the search voice.

"Ugh... where..."

"Whoa, whoa, this is, this is a cute intruder..."

I heard a voice.

Torres looks over there.

Then the hall, which had been dim until earlier, suddenly lit up.

I unwittingly narrow my eyes, but my gaze does not distract me from looking at the voiced.

There stood an old man in a swallow tail suit.

A silk hat and a monocle.

Torres thought there was definitely this kind of outfit in the Hazan Empire.

It's a rare costume in a different vector than the Aozai-style costume I wear.

The old man in the swallow tail suit gracefully bowled his hand to his chest.

"Nice to meet you, young lady. My name is Autel. I am the hierarchical lord of the sixtieth floor of Farbnir. After that, I want you to know... Huh."

Unexpectedly Torres also raises his name to that courteous trick.

"Eh, I say tres. Nice to meet you, Mr. Hierarchist."

Pepper and Tres bow.

I keep the teachings of Earth, my father, who tells me to greet him properly.

By the way, Tres is not wearing a mask right now.

Precisely, it is fitted by shifting to the side.

It's the kind of outfit the boys on the edge wear.

For this reason, the smile appeared in the eyes of the old gentleman.

And for some reason, the next moment Torres raised his name, the old man in the swallow tail suit threw up blood.

"Grrr!!

Screaming, nodding on the spot.

Oh, what? and a question mark on Tres' head.

"Uh, duh, what's up, uncle!?

Even though he is an enemy, he makes a statement that worries him about something too unexpected.

The old man in the swallow tail suit slowly stood up, keeping his mouth down.

".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"What?"

"Ha-ha-ha... What a cute, loving, loving girl to love. Me, I threw up a lot of inspiring blood...... hahahahahaha"

"... to?

"Torres, did you say? What do you think is the most important thing in the world?

"Heh?

To that overly unexpected question, Tres gets stiff.

But there are children.

I answer the questions honestly.

"Er... my family."

The most important thing for Torres.

It's a family member.

Earth, my father, inadvertently told my sister Una, my brother Doss, who I could count on, Anne, who has respect for the way he is, Eribel, the dopervert, Berk, etc. who taught me all at once what matters.

For Torres, family members are the most important and important thing in the world.

Blah, I don't care about anything else.

But...

"No!

Excited Autel opens her eyes.

Very temperamental.

Unexpectedly, Torres is dull.

"Uh... uh, no?

Cold sweating, Tres asks Autel a question.

Is it in this world, such as something more important than family?

Just for a moment, Tres was interested in his answer.

Then Autel spread her arms just to say she was waiting.

"The most important and important thing in the world - it's a young girl!!

"- What?"

Stay upright and immovable, Autel declares.

Don't! and I seem to see such a sound effect on my back.

Ha-ha-ha. Rough breath, Autel sees Torres.

No heart, or better blood color than earlier.

No, it's disgusting.

Goosebumps appeared.

"Toddler girl! That is the most important and important thing in this world!! An undeveloped tuliped body in its loving appearance, cum tricks and expressions, and unclean eyes that know nothing about filth! Either way, it's not great! Is there anything more important than this, no answer!!!!

…………

"The supreme and ultimate in the world! That's the young girl - I mean, it's about you, Torres Tan."

Shit, it's disgusting.

Torres felt nauseous unexpectedly.

Shit. I don't know what it is, but this guy sucks.

Desperately holding back the opposite of your chest.

Somehow, this old man is similar.

To some perverted sage in his own dungeon.

"As for Torres Tan. In the meantime, would you like to take a bath with me?

Something's wrong with the way you use it for now.

Oh, I can't, this.

"Do it!"

Instant.

Countless light spheres then appear around the tresses.

In the meantime, Torres, who felt in danger, did not hesitate to let go of the 'polar daylight'.

"Mm...?

Countless heat battles emitted from the light sphere.

All of them were shot into by an old gentleman by the name of the pervert in front of them without regard for the dimensions.

Zddddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!

Boom and blast.

Soot smoke that can be stood in soon.

Die. Go away.

"Phew! Phew!"

Irresistibly, look forward without failing to be vigilant.

The enemy who wished so much for death may have been since that red-haired woman adventurer.

But...

"Yikes! Really Yikes! A caged fever of love emanating from beautiful young girls!!! Woohoo, I thank you for today! Toddler Girl is the best ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

The old man in swallowtail appeared intact, screaming something.

No, you're not intact?

From that nose, there's a muscle of blood - nosebleeds.

Maybe it's not 'polar daylight' damage. It is due to the exciting action of the person.

Pervert.

That's a terrible pervert.

"Yah!!!

Absolute rejection.

This old man must not be brought near.

Absolutely.

Zddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!

In the meantime, type in five times as many 'polar daylights' as you did earlier.

Somehow, I was hunted by a sense of purpose that I just wanted to disinfect.

"Yikes............"

But I guess I'm sad.

Ha-ha-ha. A pervert by the name of a gentleman who once again appears out of smoke, roughing up his breath.

If you look at it, for some reason, there's only a little bit of swallow tail clothing.

Without removing the butterfly tie, for some reason only the buttons on the white shirt come off and the dried chest plate is visible.

Honestly, it's eye poison.

Disappear.

Die, get wanted, disinfect. Or someone help me.

That's what I think, and Tres tries to punch in the 'polar daylight' again.

But before that, Autel took control by hand.

"Stop it, Torres Tan. No matter how many shots you shoot at something like that, it just pleases me. Ha ha."

In the first place, Autel goes on.

"Torres, you're aware of the boulder, aren't you?

That's what they say, and Tres reacts perfectly.

It's a star.

Contrary to his disgust, Tres was calmly analyzing the current situation.

The 'polar daylight' that I've been typing in since earlier has not worked at all.

No, not exactly.

Probably hasn't even reached that old man.

Because even swallow tail clothes and silk hats that are wasted don't even have holes or burns on them.

Autel talks as he pays his pampers and dust.

Glowing, drooling nosebleeds.

"Your attack will not reach me. And you don't even realize why, do you?

Tres swallows his breath all the time.

I regret it, but it's a picture star.

"That is, the difference in power - it shows the difference between me and your absolute strength. Give it up. You won't win, will you?

I don't even grab a hold of myself, and Autel packs up the time.

Torres stares at the figure without alarm.

Oh, boy, Autel shook his head.

"And no matter how many intruders, I can't hurt a young girl."

So Autel goes on.

"- Why don't you give up and take a bath with me? Ha ha."

Jesus, Lolita! Go, bathroom!

His breath is also absurdly a pervert by the name of an old man, he says.

If the world is the world, there is no doubt that a case has arisen, a summary report, an arrest.

Out, or out.

Being itself is out.

Why, did Farbnil have such a pervert in his family?

Could it be that all of Farbnil's family members are full of such perverts?

If so, I'm scared.

Farbnil scared.

It's a terrible dungeon.

"No!!!

Clear rejection.

"Guuuuuu! I can't hold it! But that's good too!!!

Autel sneers at Torres' words

I want to report it.

I want to kill him.

"I have no choice. Let's hang out until you give up. Afterwards, take a bath, let it sit on your knees and enjoy yourself with your head free. Whoo-hoo!"

"KHAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

To that overly merciless suggestion, Torres finally screams.

Kill. Definitely kill.

Mainly in a mentally stable sense.

We have to do something about this situation quickly, find my father and go back to the dungeon.

That was all in Tres' head.

Deep in the Earth dungeon...

"Phew... is Master Elibel safe? He's rendezvous with Earth, isn't he...?

Sitting deep in the chair, Berk operates the terminal in front of him.

Berk was entrusted by Elibel with deep management while we were entering Farbnil and some “work”.

"- Metastatic Menno fault location determination Shimasita. Restoration Ni In Limas'

Synthetic phonetic announcements flow more than polar-colored spheres.

The magic balls Elibel created to defend the dungeon “pseudo-labyrinth nucleus" - commonly known as Gizzy.

I don't even know how Elibel did it, Berk, but this labyrinth nucleus, rapidly evolving, finally wore it to artificial intelligence.

"Well, I'll take care of your restoration. Non continues into" Operation Preparation ”and“ Tracking ”. My nose was frustrated over there, but this one can't be left untouched."

"- Roger, Shimacita. Sochilano Auxiliary Ni Transfer Limas, as soon as the Cochilano work ga is completed si '

"Please. We have to work very hard for Eribel to entrust us with a deep task."

Only the clatter and the sound of operating the terminal sounded deep.