Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army 91 A Celebration

In the next three months, the kids have fully solidified their position as level 2 adventurers, and were able to successfully eradicate a level 2 nest with ease, as for the level 3 monsters, they could barely gang up on one and get away without injury. As for Drogon it has grown to the size of an eagle, with a two meter wingspan and a sleek body along with a prehensile tail that looked sharp enough to cleave through flesh. The black scales with the scarlet red patterns on them were so l.u.s.trous and shining they looked like rubies inlaid within obsidian.

That evening Yunan used his Black Fate to check on the status of his friends and was happy to announce that everyone had finally reached the mark of 15 points in all attributes. This prompted a call to celebration by Debauchery who were now getting bored enough to take any excuse as validation for having fun, leading both seniors and juniors to Damascus to have as much fun as they could.

As to be expected from someone who spent more than six months in a forest doing nothing but training, they were refused service in every establishment they tried, well all but the bath house, where they got to clean up and change into clothes more appropriate for the season. Debauchery and the youngsters had what you might call a splurging fest, they had ordered enough food for a hundred people including drinks and any other services available for purchase.

And once the alcohol levels reached the first threshold, the feast had become a carnival or a miniature circus, with games like how high can you toss the dwarf, or how long can you spin the orc on his head, there were contests like how much can you drink while upside down, or how much dragon flame can you handle, and things started getting out of control when the alcohol levels reached the need for physical contact. Reina was exclusively claimed by Leader and Fae leaving behind Lucian to be the victim of vigorous molestation.

Bite the ears and step on the tails, singe the furs and drown the wails, was a the gentle way to explain what Lucian went through along the night. The kids had been hurting very bad from laughing at the antiques Debauchery managed to come up with under the influence of alcoholic beverages.

When it was time to sleep, it fell to Yunan and Leol to clean up and set up the bedding while Lili tried and failed to extract Reina from the hugs and cuddles of Leader and Fae and eventually managed to get herself squeezed in a pa.s.sionate hug by leader who began complaining about the pranks her "daddy" put her through, along with her friends, and lamented the fact that he has not contacted her for six long months claiming her daddy dearest had found a cuter daughter and forgotten about her.

That night and for the first time ever, Yunan and Leol were treated to the drunken rantings of women, and they came up with only one description, so many feelings, contrary to the drunken rantings they heard from the men While putting them in bed, all love and friendship and talks about how much they appreciated each other, while the women had a totally different rantings, how they feel about this and that, and how come the others were not having the same feeling, or how their hints are misunderstood and neglected.

By the time the group fell asleep it was almost dawn, only after some long satisfying sleep, did they wake up. n.o.body left his bed though, even the will to move was sapped out of them, so they just laid there and exchanged quips and jokes all day long, when lunch was served, the hungry bunch did not even budge no matter how their stomachs grumble demanding to be filled, they just left the food there for Drogon to eat since Yunan did not even feel like extracting a monster corpse from his storage ring.

They finally moved again when dinner was served, Debauchery started to make a plan for how to deal with the cult they had been trying to dismantle recently, and the first order of business was to make sure the pope did not lose anyone among the captives, since there were so many spies that can get away with a moment of negligence. Leader teleported the pope to their location, and he arrived braiding the locks of a cute little girl no older than 3 years on his lap, who seemed more interested in the kane the old pope kept by his side than the sudden change of scenery or the strangers eyeing her with greed.

"I can explain" were the first and last words the pope made before he was jumped by Leader and Lili and pummeled to the ground yelling at the jealous girls "it's not what you think, this is a misunderstanding" and a few other excuses, meanwhile the cute little girl that came with the old pope was safe and sound in the hands of Fae and Balin who were very interested in the elasticity of her cheeks as they pulled on them repeatedly while playing with her like the newest toy in their doll houses.

The little girl shifted her interests from Balin's beard to Fae's ears and then to Reina's tails and Lucian's ears, she only remembered the old man who was braiding her hair when Bai started to finish what the old man did.

The kindly old pope was relatively fine since the girls didn't really want to hurt him but he still felt their wrath, although he was upset, he still had his kindly smile, well until he heard the genocide that Debauchery planned on his captives to eliminate risks, the old pope could only make his opinion known about that kind of inhumane idea, but did not refuse Debauchery completely.