Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector ran up the ninety-ninth fold uphill road out of breath.

Unlike outbound routes, it was extremely difficult to travel in a short time on return routes where the slope of the gradient was severe.

In the principle of mountaineering, the ascent narrows the stride and walks at a constant speed. Walking on a large strand is not suitable for high speeds where the load on the leg is too high and long.

But the collector ran with all his might, disregarding all the principles. Far behind it, I couldn't help but see Lynette. When we reach the middle belly of the mountain, we divide it into beast paths that don't even allow the surrounding inhabitants to enter. The blue sky above the head is slowly moving east with pure white sardine clouds. A small shadow approached from the front where the road was arguing loudly to the right.

It was Lucille, who was supposed to be away inside, who jumped into the possessor who stood up for him.

"Why are you here?"

Even the way down would have been quite painful for a toddler who was not yet old enough. She was sweating, gesturing, trying to convey something, but unable to speak a word, and on her body she couldn't comprehend even the fine parts.

Lynette, who was stopping and breathing, pointed at the edge of the cliff as she clasped her face.

There are three armed young men there.

And two meters stood a giant oak with a stick in one hand that exceeded Yu.

"Ooh, thank you for the directions, little one"

"Looks like you're the only one left, come on, brother there. I don't know who you are, but turn around and go down the mountain. Then I won't take your life."

The collector had finished explaining some reason to Lynette on the way down the street.

That the merchant Dorothea had taken his slave was turning his chaser to this mountain.

That there was a man among them who was once her fiancée. And that the rumors we hear in the city are fairly credible and in some cases the worst must be assumed.

I got a bad feeling about everything.

Dorothea's swords and witchcraft are excellent.

However, given that Lucille was deliberately released from the inside and connected the line to Lynette, which could not be allowed to escape, it was reasonable to assume that both the inside and the children had fallen into the unreliable hired by the merchants with gold.

"I don't even need to ask, have you found everyone else yet"

"Brother, a man is key to giving up. You know, I already happened to be there, and I saw you passing by, so I spilled my eyes. Come on. Yes, the Joshua Chamber of Commerce is proud to say that it has never missed a single product before. That's the elf Ama, who's been running around for a long time. It just so happens that we ran into each other in the mountains."

"I don't think Dorothea's gonna get caught by a dick when you're here."

"Um, Ama, I know my daughter's arm best! Look!"

Shift your right eyelid with a bright red face as the man spits. There, if she was a young daughter, she would have just seen it and she was about to graduate. After that, she was running big through the right half of her face.

"When she attacked the place, she suddenly cut it open with or without hesitation. Who the hell do you think I am? I won't let go of the woman I captured, Volker, the woman with the alias Black Spider. Sure, it's hard to fight head-on, but what, if I took that woman's ex-fiancé and threatened him, I'd be a dick. Shitty and tied up, Kuhihihihi. Good, you have to take that half-elf little girl over there. The job is done. My husband gives me plenty of money, and he can heal my wounded name. I'm looking forward to tonight."

The collector stared at Volker's well-moving tongue tip with his expression off.

The three men were still servants, and the oak behind them was not even likely to be a battle.

Besides, the keeper is a round waist.

Now I don't even know if I can miss the Lynettes at the expense of myself.

Cold sweat conveyed the spine.

"You know, Dorothea's an elf woman, she's a petty girl, but she can't believe it. Um, it's called a munchy chest, it's called a sticky big ass, fuhihi. I've been doing girlfriends for almost twenty years, but I've only worshipped so much stuff as I count. Come on, I'll make you drink, kneel down, and serve my stuff. It's in your mouth. I'll stick it in your mouth. From now on, I'm looking forward to nodding around and having cancer. Most likely, he's starting to look like the others. There's also one orc."

"Mm-hmm."

Suddenly the oak that was behind Volker roared.

"Dowa."

"What the fuck, don't. Danio, what the hell!

Orc, called Danio, threw the stick away when he thrust the two of them, who were supposed to be his buddies, and looked at Lynette with his congested eyes as he rattled his nose.

Danio's groin was so suddenly turning back that he didn't break through his underwear.

"Hih."

"Elf, that smells like your favorite elf daughter-in-law. Ahhh"

"Hey, you rotten bastard, you subhuman bastard! Stop it, dammit, I was relieved that the half elf was just a kid, but my daughter is in a critical range. This guy's a sack of shit! Damn it, I don't want a plan!

"Ugh, elf, ooh, ooh, ooh, already"

"Don't you think I'll feed you and those who grew up a little later!

"Wow, you can grow older!!

When Dorothea heard it, she rambled that seemed exasperating.

Captured by a simmering oak gaze, Lynette is fluttering her legs as she clatters her teeth. Danio instinctively perceives that Lynette is reproducible, trying to bump her just lust. The collector crouched down and shouted as he gripped the pebble.

"Run!"

At the same time as the signal, Lynette pulled Lucille's hand and began to descend the steep slope cliff.

Danio attacked me with his hands sticking out about a cup of tea as he raised the roar of splitting his ear.

As the collector stood back and stuck his left foot out, Danio rolled down from his head to the steep slope as he stuck.

Volker pulls out his sword and challenges him.

The collector rolled himself out of his head and turned to the grass.

A hot feeling ran through my back. The tip of the sword was shallow and torn.

I saw a red-haired man wield his sword again with a tremendous shape.

I have my own head on the straight line of the sword line. I turned around to avoid a fatal injury.

The blade slaps the grass. A dead leaf danced to the universe.

Volker comes in with his sword resting on his hips in both hands.

I took it with the stone I was gripping. A severe impact hit the brain directly.

The sword rolled off Volker's hand.

When I jumped and picked it up, I took the sword of the red-haired man jumping in from the front.

The blade tip chooses the cheek. Hot blood gushed and covered the vision of his left eye.

Put a forward kick in the redhead man's chest. A man stepped on it.

I hit him with all my strength from my shoulder.

The man fell into the valley with a long scream.

At the same time as he twisted himself, Volker waved his dagger to the sideburn.

He chooses his flank deeply and his breath is clogged.

His vision burned bright red, as a burnt iron skewer stabbed him in the head.

A mass of blood refluxes into the throat buddha.

When the collector swallowed in tears, he threw at the stone he was gripping.

Volker is hit in the shoulder and out of balance.

The sword of the collector drew a true circle.

Volker swung his dagger down vertically to intercept him.

With the high metal noise, the dagger jumps.

The sword ran windy as it folded back. Dos, black blood slammed against the cedar tree behind me.

The collector's sword broke Volker's throat deep to the side. Volker rolled down the road and hit the root of the cedar as he opened his left eye as incredible.

One of the remaining is the youngest. He squeezes his sword as he closes his eyes and rushes over.

The collector swung the blade in a low position as he turned his back. A man's voice echoes. The tip of the sword just broke the man's knee.

The collector slapped his fist on his chin as he joined the man who was falling in. The man sneezed his face like a toddler, waved and begged for his life.

"How many more!

"Uh-huh."

"Don't make me bother! How many more chasers are left!

"Oak. Ah, one more. And Bernardo's parents, and the adventurers they've gathered, ten. Oh, please. I need your help. Ooh."

"Oh, yeah."

The zodiac broke his carotid artery deep as he slipped the man's throat whistle so that he could put the blade to sleep.

And twelve more.

Focusing his consciousness on the crest of his chest, he found his heart beating so hard. The wound is already blocked when I wipe the blood off my cheek. With back and flank pain, I'm going to lose consciousness if I lose my mind. Sparks bounced in the back of his eyes and the cold covering his entire body intensified. The tiredness that seems to poke me in the knee covers my back. The collector waited, biting his back teeth as hard as it seemed to crack, and they dried away, as if nothing had happened from the beginning. The crest on his chest is pale and shiny. As the light gradually faded, several footsteps approached from the other side of the line.

"Ah, you guys"

"Son of a bitch, are you kidding me!

"Get ready, you son of a bitch!

You noticed the remains of your fellow men, four men pulling out their swords and approaching.

The collector looked up beyond the clouds brilliant with the sunlight as he clenched his sword with his trembling hands.

Huh, the sun shaded.

So that a small figure of black-clad blocked him, he jumped out of the sidewalk grove onto the road, and broke in before the men.

"Hey, why, hey, ha"

He wore a black headscarf and can't see his expression, but only his eyes dwelt in a dark sense of nothingness that had thrown everything away. He weaves his black coat like a bat. It's going to reach my ankle. It's stirred and rippled by the blowing mountain valley wind. I inhaled the dust and overall there was ash. The top and bottom made of thick fabric are also black as darkness. From the uplifted chest, I could tell it was a woman. He has a large song knife around his waist. Only the boots at my feet were slightly brand new.

(Isn't this Assassin's daughter, who was in prison for sure? Did you still follow me?)

The collector recalled that Victoire, the female knight, called it Sizka.

"I don't care what you think, I'm here to help you."

Sizka hangs her hand on a crooked knife. Among the collectors, I thought the nightmares of that time were different.

"Hey, get out of the way. Hey, take this one in, Michi-ku."

The tip a man reached out to put his hand on his shoulder is scraped out of space.

I slapped my black coat like blood slapped a wet rag.

"Ahhhhhh"

At the same time the man screamed, a song knife pulled out of Sizka's waist broke the sky and ran.

The necks of the two men lined up fell slowly back and forth as they collapsed.

It looked like I was looking at an image sent by a comma.

Sizka jumps up her jacket and runs the blade in a straight line as she drops her hips deep. The big man's heart was destroyed watching his neighbor's neck fall while he couldn't even move to set it up. The one left throws down his sword and drives down the path he came down. On its back, Sizka's thrown dagger stabbed him deeply.

"For a moment."

I let the four of them slaughter me while I blinked.

The collector felt isolated by Sizka's skill and trembled.

Sizka's lonely shadow approaches. He took a natural distance, biting his lips off, saying he would have run away if it weren't for everyone.

"Hey, wait a minute. Not now. Let's not have a fight."

Sizka set up a crooked knife on the upper stage, dropping her hips as if the beast were about to fly and deflecting her body.

I don't care how you get up, I don't even feel like I can match you.

I feel like if I abandon myself and fight if I'm about to be a sloppy adventurer or a sub proud of my power, I'll be able to open my way.

But it's not going to happen to this woman alone. The skill of the sword is too different in the first place. The collector was originally just a college student. In an opponent who has mastered legitimate swordsmanship, he is unlikely to even hold it together.

The arm of a girl named Sizka is unmistakably authentic.

Even when it comes to the power of immortality, I'm just not sure I'm alive with my neck dropped.

A dark sweat seeped through the temples of the treasurer.

It was a real coincidence that the equilibrium broke down.

Thinking an oak giant jumped out of the cliff, he grabbed Sizka's ankle with one of his right hands and lifted it upside down for fishing.

"You fucked up, motherfucker!

The collector leapt himself into the grove when he turned around without hesitation. A scream rises from behind like you trampled a pig. Sizka cut it upside down into an oak Danio.

I don't have time to look back. Anyway, it's about earning distance.

I ran obsessively, not even using branches that hit me in the face. The ground where I placed my right foot was heavily recessed.

The collector's body stopped for a moment.

"Uwarabu"

The moment I heard the sound of cutting the sky and flying in, I had a strong impact on my back. As I rolled in coughing, I could see Sizka folding her body and draining blood. Danio threw the kitten away.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, whoever."

Danio protrudes with anger as he sputters bubbles from his mouth shaver.

"Let him do it. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Danio swung his snatched song knife, running through the groves and approaching. Blood is seeping through a shallow incision that crosses from the right chest to the abdomen. I guess I can move around because it's not a lot of pain. I was sorry to do this in this situation, even if my eyes were sealed with blood flowing from my forehead scar.

"Apparently, you're looking for me. Why don't we fight in our bragging fort?"

Sizka tries to stand up, but crouches face to face. He was hurting his right ankle hard.

"It's Moorbetter to see you clean up here."

Sizka remains silent and reaches out her right hand to pull out the dagger she was laying on her hips.

When the collector leaps with a spinal cord reflex, he asks to hide in the tree behind him.

The moment Sizka laid her hand on the sheath, she lay down her face. I'm biting off a scream. Shizuku of blood struck the ground from his mundane mouth.

"What, you've done your wrist too? Well, then, you've finally been punished.... Whoa, don't look at me like that. I still have something to do, and then I'll ask for it."

Sizka doesn't raise a single voice while nagging. Speaking of sword masters, if you lose your fortune and use your opponent and your escape leg, the orc opponent seems to have a bad share in the power.

The flaky headscarf loosened and the dark hair flowed. I don't see any expression on the side of Sizka. The humiliation I'm about to taste, and the death of the consequences. There's no way I can imagine how an exasperated and yet handy oak would behave to this girl. Perhaps you will experience so much pain that you regret being born as a woman.

"I'm coming after you. It's your fault. I'm not Mother Teresa."

On the back of the zodiac's brain, the face of a woman who grinned like a cut with a pearl necklace embraced appeared pale. The sense of superiority that I was gripping squishes. I couldn't stop pounding my tongue.

Damn, I don't know how dumb a guy I am, I don't like it myself.

"One thing, it's on loan. Idiot, no."

The collector wrapped himself when he was forced to pull a thousand pieces of Sizka's coat.

"This way, you fucking pig. Ahhh!! If you want a hole, get the hell out of here!

When he raised his rash rage, he headed straight for his gigantic body.

There was lewd air in the den storage shed.

Packed bags of food wheat, firewood, charcoal, etc. are stacked high in the corners of the room to open the space. In the centre the elves of beauty were rolled half naked. I wonder where he brought it in from, so the men could surround him and start a banquet.

"Hey, can't you grab the other one yet?"

A fifty year old man with a fallen cheek at the center of the seat snapped his jaw,

It's Bernardo, a strain of generals.

"Hey, I made you go check it out earlier, so come on."

"Come on, we're still having fun over here, dude."

Dorothea turns away in silent protest with a murderous gaze.

"Oh, come on, don't hate me that way. From now on, let's get along all night. Which means we're gonna be brothers and sisters!

"Brothers and sisters. - You should be smart, too. I'm the hole brother from tonight!

The children laughed more and more as they followed Bernardo's words. Among them was a man as luxurious as one was out of place, carrying the cup silently in his mouth with a blue face. Elves with such delicate looks as a woman. He was once Ralph, Dorothea's fiancé.

"Hey, bro. Shut up, you cancer! You're not my wife or anything anymore! Oh? Or you don't like what we do!

"No, I am."

"Come on, just put the person you fooled from yourself in front of you, and get drunk all around you. - Oh. Oh, come with me, plenty."

The blue-faced Ralph glanced at the poured cup and drank it all at once as if he'd forgotten everything. Cheers from the men.

"Even so, it's been painful for a long time. When this woman, who was so annoyed, followed this ladybug, she threw her sword away."

"Hey Ralph, you're still an untrained Taratara. It's a good idea to come. Of course, after we take down this guy's hole, it's better!

"It's a masterpiece! I can't believe Temeer's out of the capital living funny and crazy, even though it's mixed up, selling his own people and even beating up his ex-wife to us. You're such a bad guy!!

After the men's laughter, Ralph's tight laugh ensues.

Then an orc man who had remained silent slapped his fist in Ralph's face.

A body as luxurious as a piece of paper hits the wall of a room when it dances to the universe.

The laughter of the men was interrupted and silence filled.

"What's wrong?"

Oak's eyes show no emotion whatsoever. The fangs that protruded to blur his protruding nose were vicious to see.

"Yes, no. I'm sorry."

Ralph got annoyed with the blood dripping from his nose.

"I'm a proud Orc warrior, Arold. I can't forgive a dirty man for selling off his own wife and laughing at the bottom bitch."

Bernardo did.

"So, you're not gonna hold this woman?

"Naturally, hold"

The seat boils back.

Arold, when he peeled off his upper body, showed his musculoskeletal body and made him try to create a force on both arms. There was a wall of races that humans could not reach no matter how much they worked out.

"And Yu So, Dorothea. Orc's husband wants you. Are you wet?

"The Guess."

Dorothea spit on Bernardo's heel, which brought him closer.

"Hey, okay, I'm not going in easy. Hey, bring me an array."

"That, oh, that's it, your head. Hihihi, let's see how disturbing this tall woman is."

When a man ordered by Bernardo slapped himself on the forehead, he gently ran out of the cabin.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Nah, I told you to expose your nature with the things you keep. Using this guy makes a virgin who doesn't know a man crazy and insane, no matter how tired of a man's whore. You should want to plead with everyone here soon. Please, sir. Take care of me, my lord."

"Do something stupid. You will not give in to what you do."

Bernardo treats and rapes Dorothea as if she were licking her strong posture without breaking down while laying down her squeaky body.

"Whoa, don't get weird. I knew you weren't just a sword, but magic was top notch. If you want to show me some strange moves. Some of the kids you're picking up are going to get cold in no time. Kufu."

"Die, there's an outside way!

"Totally, hey, hey. I can't believe I got an upper ball like you. At first, I thought you were going after a runaway kid. Heh, I can't believe you're giving me such an excerpt."

"My head, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Oh, you sloppy bastard. Whoa."

A pair of young men treaded heavily on the ground staring at Dorothea's rich double hills.

"Don't rush. Order, order."

"Go to hell, go to hell"

"I wonder how much that slack will hold."

Bernardo threw it at a young, energetic pair of men when he received the vial the child had brought.

"All right, let's do it. Special, let's give him the right to use it. Apply it tightly to Dorothea's breasts. I had a hard time picking this guy up. It works best."

Dark things dwelt in the eyes of all the men surrounding Dorothea.

"Hey, it's getting dark, don't let the fire in"

When the molecules have handily prepared several large lamps, they ignite the core.

Bright white bellies and thin, long, beautiful feet shine out of Dorothea's slender chest tied to her back.

The men fill their hands with ecstasy as they leak a sneaky laugh.

"No, don't."

"Mind your own business. Be honest, I'll make you feel better."

Dorothea was ashamed of her indiscretion while enduring obscene words.

Why did you hang Ralph's life and the children on the scale?

There were many chances to escape.

Still, whenever I looked into Ralph's squeaky eyes, my temper shriveled.

I love you, and no matter how many times you say it, the last place a man or woman gets to is by superimposing their skin to satisfy their carnal desires. Was it my fault that I messed up the last line? The result is that neither the sword nor the magic of his specialty trembles and thus is made good for the men.

At the corner of his sight, Ralph's back, just depressingly licking the liquor, appeared small.

Dorothea regretted from the bottom of her heart that if this was the case, she should have given her body to the last man she liked. I'm not going to be able to keep reason anymore. I lose myself. In a fading consciousness, it was not the face of a luxurious, flashy, honorable man that was remembered, but a happy, somewhere unhateable smile.

The moment Dorothea got belly-up, she shivered as her bright white glutes protruded.

Several rise silently. Bernardo no longer tried to put a stop to it, licking up the remaining upper lip of alcohol with his tongue.

"Hey, I can't stand this anymore."

Arold stood up barking hard. My eyes are losing their reason. A decent conversation had reached a level that was unlikely to be possible.

If you hurry any more, you could get yourself killed.

A dull noise echoed from the exit door as Bernardo floated his hips to give a signal.