Dungeon Maker

Chapter 31 – Dungeon Chamber Auction Site Chapter 31 – Dungeon Chamber Auction The night sky in the auction house was overwhelming in a sense different from the daytime.
There was no blend of dazzling colors.

Heavy blue near the black covered the sky. The darkness so made was cold and heavy. It could not separate the horizon from the sky.

Starlight poured out. Beyond that, the white moon shone.

It was brighter because it was in the darkness.
But I never pushed the dark. The moonlight was in harmony with darkness and warmth in the coolness of darkness.

And standing under the moonlight.

Yongho was a moment but understood his sense of 'stop breathing'.
It was so beautiful that it was beautiful enough to distract the mind of the person who looked at it even when it was in a state of nature that did not decorate anything. It turned out that such a sitrie decided and cultivated the beauty of oneself. Moreover, it stood under the fantastic moonlight.

Katarina was not much different from Yongho. The fact that she was the same woman was not important.

She smiled gently, facing both of them. The pure white dress flowing naturally reminded me of the goddess of the moon.

Time froze.
There was such power in the beauty of the citi.

But there were those who kept calm even during the rest of the time. There was a person who was not fascinated by the beauty of the citi, but just looking at it.

amon

She said in his eyes.
Amon did not respond to him. His body was in the form of a bracelet on the right arm of Yongho.

Momon 's twelve ministers had different feelings for Mr.
Elune, who was chasing the night, was a bitch.
Gion Zion was a resentment.
And the feelings of Maochang Amon of Honglun were sympathy. It was good and it was good.

There was a slight crack in the smile of the Citi. Some of the feelings hidden deep in my heart were revealed.
But the piece of emotion was so small. The beauty of the citi became moonlight and covered the emotions of fireflies.

"Beloved customer, it is time for appointment."

The voice was mild. As I raised my red hair, the curved line from the white neck was clearly visible.

Yongho took a deep breath. I caught Katarina's hand lightly, and laughed at Katarina who was amazed. She grabbed her hand lightly and headed to the seat.

She looked at such a dragon and a catarina with regal eyes. As the distance approached, he graciously bowed down and gave an example. When I got out of the air, I took out the two and put it out to Yongho and Katarina.

"This auction is an anonymous auction. You do not need to use it right now, but you have to write it when you enter the venue. "

Yongho 's masks were just white – faced masks with no shape or pattern, just like the masks coming out of the ghosts of the opera. The lower part of the nose was cleanly cut so that the mouth and jaw were exposed.

The mask that Katarina had received was also a little brilliant to reveal the underside of the nose, but it seemed like a butterfly. There was a harmonious arrangement of irregular shadows in black and large wings.

Work was on the way while Citigroup explained to Yongho. The dungeon merchant couriers, all dressed in white clothes, handed their baggage to Elyogos.
Looking down at the mask, Yongho looked back at her. I was not curious about the mask of the seat.

Yongho did not know where the auction was held, how long it took to get there, and how to move to the venue. If she did not know that she was the woman of Mammon through Gion, she would never have followed her companionship, no matter how good she had been.

'If you look at Grandma … Is it the same? '

It was a story that would come out with a phrase like "Where is my grandmother?"
Yongho laughed unknowingly, and she slipped his head slightly.

YOU
"No, nothing."

Yongho took a deep breath again. And remember. She was not like Mammon's guardian. I left the former chaplain and the former chaplain, and I did not give the crucial help to the three former chaplain kaisan.
So did Yongho himself. He was showing a favorable image, but he only gave a slight indirect help. Of course, if you think of things like the Potion Recovery Potions you gave to Citi, the help was never small, but it was just that help.

Citi was a bystander when he fought against Poras, and when he fought Agarese.

"Okay, let's start off anyhow. There is a long way to go. "

She slipped back one step back. I applauded him with a loud voice while facing Yongho and his gaze.

First, Katarina, aware of this situation, opened her mouth to see the sky. Yongho was also lightly elastic.

The carriage came down from the night sky in the moonlight.
The white carriage without the roof was very beautiful, but Yongho and Katarina saw something other than a carriage.

Dozens of cats running through the night sky.
What she prepared was a cat wagon.

Freyia, a goddess of magic and beauty in the Nordic mythology, says to ride a catwagon in the night sky to keep her promise to Odin. It was her mission to spread the seeds of the devastation to produce the Einhehirs, the warriors of God for the last war, Ragnarok.

A cat wagon ran through the night sky.
Because there was never a salami in the night sky, Yongho experienced totally new things.

Moonlight and starlight.
The flow of magic hidden in the blue darkness.

The wind hit the cheek. The cat wagon was faster than salami. The starlight became a point in the line, and it became almost impossible to distinguish it from the darkness.
It was not physical fast.
The cat wagon leaps into space. I jumped at a distance by borrowing magic power from far and wide.

When the starlight regained my appearance, the cat wagon began to descend close to the crash. The thrill, like a roller coaster, was a crime.

Fortunately, it was short. When we got to the ground, she got off the cat wagon one step at a time. Yongho and Katharina.
As soon as three people came down, the landscape around the catwalk quickly changed without looking at the cat wagon that returned to the sky. It seemed like I did not take a few steps, but the place where the three people stood was turned into a cozy wooden corridor in the white desert.

Despite the reality, I feel like I am connected to the virtual space of the dungeon.

She returned a few steps ahead. Turned in front of the door at the end of the corridor, facing Yongho and writing his own masks. Unlike Yongho and Katarina, it was a lion-shaped mask that covered the entire face.

"Beyond this door is a dungeon auction house dominated by Samal, one of the five dancers of the Dungeon Council," The Fastest Wing ". Please wear a mask. "

In the middle of no mind, Yongho wore a mask. The mask, which is a symbol of anonymity, has helped me calm my mind.

"Beloved customer, I told you to let me experience big things?"

The masked lion masked the look of. She grabbed the knob.

"Please, do not get overwhelmed."

The door opened with a playful voice.
And finally, Yongho realized.

The meaning of the big thing that he said.

It was a banquet hall for the giants.

The moment the door opened, the air changed. The unbearable heaviness condemned the whole body.
Reflectively, I remembered.

When I first met Amon. When Amon and Gion were against each other. It was different. It was a completely different kind of pressure.

It was a whirlpool. Dozens of huge powers collide with each other, creating a complex magical flow.
Not one but several.
It is as dense as to choke.

There was no absoluteness like Amon.
But I was careless. It seemed to me that the blades were blurred.

Yongho tried to draw power. So, I wanted to resist the power of magic.
However, she shook her head. Do not.

why. Why. Yongho hurts this. And I realized that Seattle was just natural. So did the many who lived beyond the door.

They did not concentrate their powers. It just naturally emanated. And the magical powers that were so disturbed, they made the heaviness of now.

O'Fillia said.
Four horns are strong in one of the heat in the southern vacancy.
But if you're talking about the whole world of magic, it's only about four or ten in the heat.

It was funny to compare the number of mains present in the southern margin to the number of mains present in the whole magic circle.

What kind of beings are there beyond.
How many are their horns? What is their power?

Yongho did not force the magic force. I accepted the heaviness. I endured it again and took a deep breath.

Of course, it was still a big deal.
But I tried to get used to it though. I did not fear the new world.

The real reason that Seatriga brought Yongho himself to the auction house.
This was it.
To remind you that there is a sky out of the sky.
In order to let you know what the future world is like.

The significance of this auction was in attendance itself.

How much time has passed.
Yongho, who regained enough time to turn around, listened to the rough breathing of Katarina. The horns were even tough heavens for your lecturer. The weight of Katarina with three horns was several times that of Yongho.

Katarina endured the pressure. It was thanks to Gion Zion. If it had not tasted the oppression of Gion in the arena, it would have reached its destination.

Yongho caught the hand of such a catarina. He handed out magic power in the middle of the difficult situation. The effect of Katarina 's breathing became more calm.

She looked at it gently. I reaped the magic tabernacle that I spread out to cover this from the beings beyond the door.

"Come over here. I'll show you to your seat. "

Citi did not protect Yongho and Katharina like Amon did. Turning forward, Yongho went with Catherine to stay behind.

The space beyond the door was very gorgeous. It reminded me of a colorful ballroom that I had seen in movies.
There were those who gathered and held chat rooms, and others who stood in a quiet place and observed the surroundings.

She walked slowly. Therefore, Yong Ho could afford to look around.

The masks masked the participants' faces. However, it was also a miracle. There were many factors that could determine the opponent such as skin and body shape.
But it was Yongho that lacked information in the first place. Instead of trying to squeeze out the clues, I just felt the participants and their horsepower.

A few minutes after the door was opened.
Yongho realized that the magical powers that filled the banquet hall were never natural.
Most of the participants had thorough control over their horsepower.
Hiding the colors and attributes of magic was the basic basis. Even the magical powers that I thought were just breathing were fine tuned for proper fighting.

'No, it is not,' he said, and even that coordination was almost done at the unconscious stage. The level of control of the horsepower was so high that it could not even be compared with the other Caesareas that we have encountered so far. That is all the attendees.

When the first door was opened, the shock of the penetration pierced the ridge of Yongho. Yongho calmed his breath. I tried to control the horsepower instead of breathing my breath. It was unreasonable to pretend like other attendees right now, but I tried.

I removed the color and attributes of magic. Nevertheless, I did not forget to match the power of Catharina.
I felt like walking through the storm. Sweat swept away from the hands that faced Catherine.

Time passed very slowly.
It seemed to have split the moment into dozens or hundreds.

And when I took a step, Yongho turned his head to his head.
Moore was a difficult impulse to explain. It was the guiding of greed, but it was different from usual.

At the end of the line, a big man came in. It was a man wearing a ghastly masquerade.
The man also saw Yongho. The moment I turned my head, the eyes crossed.

The time that had flowed slowly stopped.
The distance from the man was long, but it was pointless.

Why? What greed felt from that man?

YOU This way. "

His voice broke the freezing time. She did not look at the man. But Yongho could be freed from the man 's gaze as soon as he heard the voice of.

"Yes, sir."

Katarina said, and Yongho once again grasped the hands of such Katarina. He smiled at me with his lips, which were exposed under the mask.

The man 's gaze still felt.
But Yongho did not look back.

"master."

A woman wearing a parrot mask called a ghost masked man in a small voice.
Instead of responding directly to the woman 's words, the man in the ghost mask sunk his eyes. Now I have drawn my head in my head with a black hair that is completely out of sight.

It was an inexperienced guy enough to struggle the air of the auction house.
But why?
I was nervous. It was not a simple feeling.

"master?"
"It is nothing. I will go. "

The woman in the parrot mask saw her master with embarrassed eyes, but regained her composure. He led his master with a gentle hand gesture.

One of the six kings who dominate the kingdom.
The king of the shrimp stepped forward.

Ladies and gentlemen I will start today's auction. The first property is the warrior Aslan of this world. "

Chapter 31 – End of Dungeon Auction House