Ailet x Terry [Part 1 Complete]

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✠The chief of the village of Nephiro, Konkil was troubled.

Tonight is the day to pay tribute to "it," but it's because of a serious problem.

That's the problem.......

"Maybe that's good, boss! There is not enough of a tribute!"

"Child, child! Now we don't even have a few hours left! I don't want to die, boss!"

The chief, who was generous and gracious in this regard, showed his original humanity.

"Snout shut! The village called me the chief!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Although it was a difficult area for men to see, there were a dozen men in Konkil's house.

Among the personnel of the bandit group "Involuntary Swallows" were elite members. The remaining personnel are in Ajit, who has recently moved deep into the mountains.

The Involuntary Silk was a band of bandits who had never been torn down and had maintained their 3rd generation of command.

This allowed them to grow in power large enough to wrinkle the Hegelix Mountains.

But now these downtrodden men were trembling in terror.

"You have to fill in the gaps quickly! I don't have time!"

"That's right. If we don't give or if we run out of numbers, we're all going to die!"

"Oh, no! I don't want to die!"

"I want to see you, Mom! Whoops!"

Just as the squeezing began to be heard, the bearded bandit stepped out of the way.

"You said let's move to the mountain house in the first place! Turf is bad! I made Ajit in a dungeon, so what is this all about!"

"Shut up, this fundamental bastard! How do you abandon the place you've inherited since you were the boss of the shipyard! Thanks to that, I have avoided the search and the torpedo well, and the situation is a little bit wrong, is that a bad thing?!"

"This isn't a bit of a wrong situation!"

The bandit snarled and took off his hood as if he were throwing it away. A wing-shaped stigma from the exposed forehead exuded a lustrous red glow.

It was a sign of a slave to an S-class boss.

It was nice to use an empty dungeon as an ajit to suck honey while avoiding the search net.

But they didn't know. In a dungeon where the attribution dies and is left without a master, a new master will appear!

Their nightmare began with the hatching of a huge egg in the crater of a dead volcano – you are My slave from now on. If your brain burns and you don't want to die, dedicate ten young men once a month! A month is based on a dungeon. In reality, it was a week.

The Buddha diligently kidnapped and dedicated villagers and travelers in order to live.

The fate of the men who became tributes was brutal. If I didn't like it, I was eaten on the spot, and even if I liked it, I suffered terrible humiliation.

I'd rather have a majority of men begging to be killed.

Of course, the involuntary silk was not Alba. It's all about eating and living, but what if it happened?

'It is a sin to be weak! Who is born weak? Or maybe you have a lot of money, and you cross the mountain range with a transitional stone!'

Recently, however, a problem has arisen. The seeds of travelers passing by the vicinity dried up as to whether the abduction had begun to be rumored to be sad.