Dungeon+Harem+Master

That day, for the first time in a long time, the collector stopped by the Adventurer's Guild's office and watched the ratings by the adventurous accomplishments of each clan zipped with a long neck, affixed to a bulletin board just beside the reception.

"Ha. We all stuck around while we didn't see it for a while. Well..."

Below are the adventure feat results for the top seven teams in the dungeon as of July.

One. Sixty-five hierarchies. Clan "Eye of Darkness" Master “Magic Guide the Great” Pumpkin.

Second place. Fifty-five tiers, Clan "Etria" Master “Brave” Alexei.

Third Place. Fifty-one Hierarchy, Clan "Saint Knights Union" Master “Saint Knights” Bridget.

Fourth Place. Forty-two Hierarchies, Clan "Necromancer" Master “Necromancer” Gomorius.

Fifth place. Thirty-five tiers, clan "Wolfhead" master “Wolf King” Theodore.

Sixth place. Twenty-nine tiers, Clan "Ethereal Wings" Master, Lucia Panilla.

Seventh. Twenty-eighth hierarchy, clan "Golden Wolf" master, Binlich Littel.

"Naturally, naturally, we don't have a name."

The name of the "Dungeon Master", a clan of the Collectors, is not in the posting.

Even though we have defeated the Guardian Beast Metal Golem on the ten tiers and defeated the Guardian Beast Cocatrice on the twenty tiers to get the "Celestial Separator," this result will be because the guild's rating is purely narrowed to the depth of the offensive hierarchy only.

"I wouldn't be so despised. The Krands are working very hard."

Soon Nelly, the receptionist standing next to her, went somewhat proud as she twirled her feather pen.

"What, you've already arrived on the twenty-fourth level? This is almost a speed record. I can't believe a clan that hasn't fought this far in a year's time since the Alliance began. This is pretty amazing."

"Yeah. But we're still out of the rankings."

The strategical hierarchy of the collectors is twenty-four hierarchies. But I can't really feel it. The collector finally followed with his eyes only the names of the Romless characters, which he could read only a little.

He found the name of Lucia around sixth place and caught his lips with a degree of thinness unnoticed by Nelly.

- Oh, come on. I'm gonna run right through that.

"You're Wu Yingjie from first place to fifth place. It falls a little compared to around here, but it's still a lot. You can be proud, why are you so shy?"

"I'm not shy. I'm a humble person in the first place."

Yeah, hey, and Nelly's half-eyed and giddy. Maybe I felt uncomfortable.

"So, what brings you to an office where you rarely come all the way? Also, penny heartless?

"I'm just here to see your face."

"... you dive again"

Nelly's neat expression distorted sadly. The treasurer gave her a long kiss and returned her heel silently, sparing her remnants when she received her hug.

The dungeon is heartless. Even the possessor of immortal flesh doesn't know when it's going to happen.

Even immortality is no longer something that can be done by the other hand if you fall into a crack or bottomless marsh that passes into the Nara somewhere in the dungeon, so fast that the injury recovers.

Nelly is only a mediocre woman. The land of the flesh was too normal to aspire to a first-rate adventurer, and it is impossible to start working out at your age.

It doesn't mean he has any particular superior abilities. All she could do was sit at this reception and keep praying that the people she loved would return safely, just as she did before she met the collector. In this sense, she was able to immediately identify her limitations, and she had a satire that knew exactly what she could and could not do.

Just wait.

Believe me, I can imagine how hard it is to wait, even if I don't know.

It was understandable that they were imposing a different hardship than the other women. From Nelly's point of view, it would be a glorious proof of sweating together, overcoming misery, and even each and every wound that I have suffered together. Nelly can't do that. That is not acceptable to Nelly.

I think she did. She's too much for me. She is top-notch in appearance, intelligence, character and style. If I wanted, I would have been able to marry a man much better than a collector or something.

but I can't call it in person, etc. Because Nelly took the option of spending her life with a collector who was nobody else.

- The treasurer. You shouldn't be so sweet. What you can do is come back here again. That's just it.

"Cland...... wait!

I'm sorry to keep you answering all the time, Nelly. Without looking back, the collector descends the stairs at the entrance. Nelly's voice struck her sharply in the ear as if to cut off that deep thought.

"I didn't have any more sugar, so I didn't buy it on my way home!

Nelly, you've changed, haven't you? The collector smashed his back into her household stained voice.

It is a dungeon twenty-four hierarchy. The collector stood at the entrance with six men, Pordina, Sizka, Artemisia, Meriandale, Rudge and Lacey.

The candidate is a whale. Even so, it's impossible to allocate, and it's hard to calla the mansion.

"Nevertheless, you're very lucky"

"Mm-hmm. You mean me. Maybe when they say so. I've never removed it since I was a kid."

The zodiac stared at Rudge, who was all over his nose as he jerked around the Heavenly Separator.

Too probable. I don't want to doubt it, but she had an amazing participation rate.

"What's the matter, look at my face so giddy"

As the collector stroked Rudge's ass silently, she raised her voice like a cat trampled on her tail, "Nah." Somehow, I wanted you to raise your voice a little more colorful, but this offsets the suspicion.

The onslaught began approximating the one-sided assumptions of the collector. The organization

Artemisia, Sizka, Pordina.

Cland, Lacey.

Rudge, Meryandale.

is.

At the beginning of the walk, it was invisible. It has little inclination and is easy to walk when it comes to walking. This time, the formation was not a problem in terms of force, as there were three pieces of powerful firepower with spears, swords, and swords.

sloppy, gradually tightened the gradient as it proceeded down the undulating passage. Weathered into a granite gravel zone that became salacious.

The sparrows, who were interested in chatting with the peppers, simultaneously reduce their mouth count. It's hard to climb anyway. Every time you take a step, cheats and two or three steps back firmly.

Is the rubble dry or I can't take a good stance without carefully pressing the soles of my boots. Occasionally, Lacey jawed out, followed by Rudge starting to lag.

Regardless of the lightly dressed Sizka, Pordina's height of physical ability, single-handed with Artemisia in armor and a heavy machete, had slipped through. Meryandale, who has had special training like hell, is also kerosene.

As the collector perspired on his forehead, holding Lacey and Rudge by his sides, he silently proceeded to walk. The slopes of the cave, which seemed to last indefinitely, were not that long. The collector walked through the two of them like luggage for about half a day, not to mention putting them together.

His power is no longer in the realm of man, but the women around him just flaunted the treasured horsepower of the treasurer and did not understand this meaning very deeply.

When we went out to the open place, we both solidified and took a rest. Sitting at the floor table prepared by Pordina, dot and sweat blew out of her body, which was burning like a flame.

"I'm sorry. It must have been hot. Fukifuki"

"I made a mistake, Klando. But that's my lord. Don't count on me. You're back in love, I am."

"Ha ha. Well, I'll take care of it."

The collector let Lacey and Rudge wipe the sweat off his upper body as he took off his moro skin. On second thought, the act of letting two beautiful women wipe their sweats while serving them is a pretty harem act, but that's usually how much they're going to do if you ask Pordina or Meriandale. I also feel that the effort and consideration are not commensurate, but the couple were forced to convince themselves that they were helping each other.

"It's sweaty and frizzy..."

"Your husband."

"Mmm."

When the collector gave Pordina his wet black shirt, he squeezed me in tight. The Werewolves' (Warewolf) arm strength is not a human ratio. A jittery sweat squeezes out of an instantly twisted shirt. Is it made of a fairly strong fabric, there was no such thing as a handful in her way?

"Pordina works a lot."

In the meantime, a shirt was spread over a simple, assembled dry area. It would take a while to dry, so we all decided to drink tea friendly.

Unlike outside, which is summer, the dungeons are slightly chilly. A trance-like expression of Meryandale leans against the back of the collector staring at the burning fire.

It's hard for everyone to speak up because they have dreamy eyes with their cheeks squarely against the muscles on their stretched and thickened backs.

Apparently, Meriandale was the type to feel spiritual fulfillment by touching something big, powerful and reliable. There is no harm in leaving it alone, so I decide not to blame it in particular.

"We got it, Klando."

"Oh, thank you. Sizka."

When the collector received a cup of tea full of sugar, he stroked her jaw tip a little.

Sizka narrowed her eyes and loosened her mouth as she tickled, wanting to see the cat in the sun.

After losing moisture, I need to refill it. A little too sweet a tea didn't seem savory to the mouth of the collector, but he would be unable to move when he was without replenishing his calories from time to time. Earlier, I didn't happen to run into a monster, but if it were a battle, its calorie consumption would be unimaginable. Wielding a heavy sword and literally continuing to move at the stake of your life puts a heavy strain on your muscles.

"I don't know, I haven't really progressed, but I've had it for quite some time."

"I don't have a choice. Such a steep climb. Besides, this place is open and has a good view. Maybe a little early, but I suggest we rest here."

The collector took to prepare the camp when he accepted Rudge's suggestion. It was familiar, and as soon as everyone got to work, the tent appeared in front of them.

It's only day one. Very little fatigue, but it is important to take time off to Constant. When I finished eating dinner early, I solidified and went to bed.

The day after dawn. A loose slope emerged as soon as he left the camp. It is a passage where about ten people can spread out and walk. Not so when it comes to descending easier than climbing. If you go down in a forward leaning position for a long time, you will have a load on your knees. Exactly, everyone had more strength and guts than they did, but experiencing a ramp that lasted more than ten hours makes me want to throw up one of the weak sounds. The collector watched the party and took a small pause in due course, but the strain on the knee is something that works like an invisible body blow. The downhill slope gradually becomes tight. If you distract yourself, you'll be upside down to the bottom of the darkness, where the lantern lights won't even reach you. The collector billayed Rudge and Lacey in Anzailen when he switched from the middle guard to the top. I have confidence in my ankles. It is possible to support two lightweight people at their leisure even if they slip off with gravel.

"Just take your time. Step by step, get off with your little crotch. When placing your feet, feel like holding the glued area down. Yeah, well, if you look forward to your posture, it's easy to fall. It's a floating stone. Don't step on it. I'm gonna roll down to the bottom..."

Neither Rudge nor Lacey are Zub amateurs, but it makes sense to calm your mind by speaking out like this. We're pulling everyone's legs. It was also true that such extra mental stress often led to a fatigue slip, breaking my pace before I knew it.

When I got down the hill safely, I was just horrified. Lacey and Rudge were blue-faced and breathing roughly as they entered without a thing.

"From here on out, it's flat. Rudge. Any direction?

"Yeah. It's okay. The Heavenly Separator points to the original route. There's no problem."

"Danger!

Sizka spoke sharply to Rudge, who was watching the display at hand in the girl's seat.

Then, a huge rock suddenly emerged from far up, which should have been nothing before, and the momentum began to roll.

The rocks are gradually increasing in thickness and weight as they rotate two to three turns to roar. Rudge tries to keep him up, but fatigue is depriving him of his leg freedom and he can't move agile.

A glimmer of wind blocked in front of Rudge as the collector tried to rush out with his teeth biting.

It is Pordina.

As she dropped her hips deeply, she slipped forward and stood up to the boulder that was making the roar soar.

Ugh, and I hear a low roar. Pordina received a looming stone shell without hesitation as she stuck her hands forward as she reversed her tail.

At the same time, as Sizka quickly hugged Rudge, she jumped lightly to the side. Pordina managed to stop pushing at a point that was pushed by a rotating rock but only retracted for ten meters.

"Klando, look at that. There's something here."

He pointed to the tip of the rock rolling as Artemisia grabbed the spear. There, some white-like shadows appear at some point, approaching in slow stride.

"That's a sandgolem. If so, there must always be a surgeon nearby......!

Meryandale, who excelled in alchemy, pulled out the short sword, while he went. If you turn down Daiyuan first, it could be a mess.

"Mary needs to find an operator who's manipulating those golems. We can take care of those sand dolls. Guys, let's go!

A sandgolem with a body composed of fine gravel revealed the whole story as it finished down the hill in every unwieldy movement.

The number is six.

Shaping like a child's mischievous writing is fluffy, fluffy and shaky like a jellyfish without keeping the movement in one place, as if it were being fished with thread from the universe, with no place to show the eye or nose.

The tongue of battle was swiftly cut. Sandgolem was thoughtfully agile, unlike the dull, heavy looking shape. When they first set their aim on Artemisia, who was closest to the field, they struck at the same time. Long thoughts, swinging my arms around like a windmill, slap me. Artemisia masterfully manipulates the spear and is attacked, but she is immediately in a struggle after being attacked by three parties.

Get away from Al, you jerk!

The collector quickly rushed past the side of the sandgolem as he shook the black lion. I had a definite response. It's a powerhouse sweep.

You did it! Turning to think, the torso of the sandgolem had indeed been mutilated, but a few seconds later, the body debris had gathered to the slaughtered area for automatic repair.

"Whoa! Sora, come on..."

"Clando! These guys can't be defeated by hurting them badly. Destroy the nuclei that make up your body."

Artemisia swirled through the Virgin's spear, but once she unleashed the three enemies she had pushed, she saw a quick thrust to a point where she had set her aim.

The tip of the spear sharply chooses the throat of the sandgolem as it stretched into a straight line leaving a white trajectory. When Artemisia pulled out the spear, the tip had balls the size of fists. Probably a treasure ball at the core of the sandgolem. When the balls glowed white, they made a metallic sound and scattered.

At the same time, the throat-piercing sandgolem makes a noise and returns to the sand. The collector began to run before the dry sound disappeared from his ear.

Two sandwich golems are coming this way in a different direction. The collector added a slaughter to the foot of the sandgolem as he pulled through the black lion and rolled over.

Zara, and a sandgolem with a broken leg neck collapses and turns forward. The other one, who was on the verge of taking him, pushed his partner.

It wasn't Sizka who missed this chance. When she rode on the shoulders of the golems in a quick motion like a monkey, she used a song knife to quickly rip through and destroy the two treasure balls from the nape.

"You did it, Sizka!

When she sent a voice of praise, she fluttered down to the ground and rolled out a song knife behind her back without even looking.

The sandgolem, which was looming with a bright stream, was choked in the throat.

I saw Pordina and Artemisia shoot the other two as the white sand smoke stood on their feet.

"Hmm. You're done with one job. Hmm...?

As the collector stood up and paid off the dust of his body, he saw Meryandale and Lacey dragging someone along as they drifted.

"Klund. I found it. This man was manipulating the Golem."

Meryandale went proud while grabbing the man's root. My eyes have a strong light and I say, "Praise and praise." The zodiac moved his gaze for now and saw the man lying on the ground.

"Damn. I didn't expect such a little girl to do it. I'm turning around too..."

The man with a tense cheek girder past forty was bitterly poisoned as he held down his right hand. Red blood was pouring out of his mutilated arm. It is connected by a piece of skin.

You did it with Meryandale, your flank is terribly wet. From the bleeding and death minister's raised face, which soaked the clothes considerably, it turns out that it's not long from anyone's eyes.

"Temehe? You attacked us with a golem. What the hell is the purpose?"

"Ha. Which way did you think I would teach that? Congratulations. Enjoying a lot of good luck. Anyway, disaster should be indispensable in the future...!

The man opened both eyes cuttingly as he distorted his expression in agony. Countless Zhu lines run to the eyeball. The collector, who understood the meaning, barked violently.

"This guy bit my tongue! Hey, let me open my mouth. Go. I'm gonna catch my breath."

The collector hurriedly tries to open the man's mouth, but he begins to fight with his last will or great power. While doing so, the man's face grew bluer and bluer as his thousand-cut tongue contracted and blocked his trachea.

"Can't you? Damn, I haven't heard anything yet."

"You said disaster was indispensable. You'd better understand that they're going to be attacked."

Rudge left his eyes open to the man who got cold.

"Either way, as always, the dungeon is dangerous. The stupid thing about him is that he bothered to let us know he had an enemy he was after. If you know what to do, there are many ways to deal with it."

Sizka let the man close his eye lid, as he stood up.

The collector twisted his neck after seeing Artemisia stifle his face.

"Hey, Artemisia. Is that what you think of this guy?

"... I know. This man is Henrik, a member of the Golden Wolf I once was."

"A golden wolf, what?

Lacey clicked her eyes and asked.

A golden wolf was a leading clan that was also the second-largest in the Adventurer's Guild, to which Artemisia once belonged. The captain's name is Baron Jack Biinrich. Artemisia was once the deputy captain of the Golden Wolf, even if it was rather smoky. Thousands of thoughts would have been disturbed by former clan members who made it out to kick sand with their hind legs, Artemisia's impatience is thick.

"Speaking of which, the golden wolf was out of rank..."

The collector went back yesterday to reflect on the Merit Results table he saw in the guild.

"From what I've heard, too, I've heard that the unexpected Lord Binlich of the Achievement has been increasing the number of members in recent times with a rather forceful M.O. I'm not sure that's for this kind of M.O."

"But. Interrupting the exploration of other clans doesn't make you rank higher."

That's how Lacey gets sad.

"I guess I can't pretend. I hear Sir Biinrich is a man like a lump of honor. But no way, I can't believe you're obviously trying to kick another clan so far. I just hope something's wrong, at all.... Ah! I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

"No, that's okay. I want you to forget that I was the deputy captain of the Golden Wolf at this time. Now, if you're going to stand in front of us, it's going to be until you slash us down."

Artemisia went strong enough to make herself hear good. But in reality, her eyes were losing power behind her back to the fierceness of words.

"I didn't know the rumors were true. I was half-hearted, but I can't believe I'm seriously crushing my peers."

Rudge turned away from the cold Henrik's remains and exhaled deeply. Then I told him about the golden wolf I was secretly collecting.

Jack Bainrich -.

If you are an adventurer for a long time, a human being who has never heard his name would be a mogul. According to Rudge, in recent times, the baron had gone without threading on gold and provoked an increase in the clan's personnel. Binlich himself was not an adventurer with excellent skills to install, but he was also a famous Romless Spectrum Bill anyway, which was indispensable for funding. His aim is nothing short of fame. When there was only one play that I could come up with when I was younger, the next thing I looked at was an adult playground where untouched treasures and fame fell asleep: the Labyrinth of the Abyss (Last Elusion). At the time he founded the Golden Wolf, the clan, large enough to line his shoulders, was to be counted with one hand, but in addition to the overheating of the dungeon strategy in recent years, there was also the rise of Wuyingjie and the chase of the Rookies, who were anxious to do their own work.

And the truth about the Evil Dragon Crusade and Artemisia's Golden Wolf Eviction -.

Public records show that the evil dragon king Vritra himself was taken over by his deputy in the golden wolf presided over by the Baron, whose accomplishments are also acknowledged in the Adventurer's Guild, but in reality were different.

The surviving Clan humans, in essence, assume Artemisia took the dragon on a single ride, and that the person who did so much merit told the story of his immediate escape from the Clan itself, of the Baron's poor discretion and the harshness of his treatment of his previous deputy, rather only to diminish the brand of the golden wolf. And as the collector saw it, the latest result is the beginning and end of being out of rank by the new clan "Ethereal Wings".

"Because Binrich continued to increase its personnel without choosing quality, the number of golden wolves is now higher than it was at its peak. I hear it's over four hundred. This number outweighs the Alliance of the Holy Knights led by Bridget of Wu Yingjie, who lost a large number of war victims in the Step Elves."

Rudge raised a single eyebrow as he tapped the heavenly separator at hand with his elongated fingertips.

It's a sad story to think about.

The collectors don't want to slaughter each other for nothing. First of all, if you put an important treasure in front of you and work with your balls, it's too barren such as killing each other just to avoid losing rank.

"It's something I don't want to think about, Al. You will slash each other with your former peers. [M] Can you assure me you won't hesitate?

Rudge froze his emotions. I asked him if he was in good shape.

"... can"

"That's it! You can't do that. Don't be awful, Rudge."

"Lacey, this is important. Al's hesitation in the future could put our lives at risk. If strays seem to remain, the next floor is also close. You should go back to the mansion and take turns with someone."

"I can. I can do this! First, Rudge. Why do you have to be so commanded?"

"Become -! I thought of you!

They are the closest of the members, but they are buying words for sale. Once the women started talking to each other, it was useless to just try to stop them poorly.

Meryandale manages to break between them and try to get in, but Rudge punches him and turns his eyes as he twirls.

Lacey is barking out loud, but not longer with her. It happened to be triplets, and the barren bumps of difficult emotions that were good with the argument began.

"Isn't that funny... However, for about four hundred years, I will try to kill and lay low by myself. Hey, Klando. I'll make sure it meets your expectations."

"Your husband. No matter how many tens of thousands of unsuccessful men are, I will try to rust this sword."

When Sizka braves herself and slaps the knife pattern, Pordina roars and lets her swing the great sword so she can counter it.

"For now..."

"For now, what is it?

Pordina clicked her obsidian eyes and peered into her face.

"It's Shomben."

The collector made a mild escape from reality.