Dungeon+Harem+Master

The lake bandit's flagship, the Blacksnake, quickly sent in combatants as they were grounded on board the ship Red Phalanx. When the lake thieves are scattered all over the deck, the bloody Red Phalanx sailors confront each other with sticks and swings.

Occasionally, a touch of instant air flowed between the lake thieves and the sailors.

The flag flickering on the ship of the thief was painted with two black snakes crossed by a white skull, not letters, as the illiterate sailors can see. The fabric of the flag is red, well ascertained from afar and regarded as strongly intimidating.

In the wide sea plains, pirates favoured their breadth, and lake bandits were rampant in this crystal lake.

To see overseas, even if there are pirates, the thing called lake pirates can hardly be seen in the material.

Even in Japan, it is about the people of Kinda, who retained their power around Lake Biwa during the Middle Ages. In the world, some of the reasons why we don't hear much about lake thieves were geopolitical problems. It is not often that there is even a trade route in the lake. Even if the waterways are even covered, the thieves will soon dry up if the option of land remains. In other words, the distribution of supplies branches innumerably, making it more difficult to narrow down the point of attack and carry out looting, than the trade routes are not narrowed down to a single point.

In that regard, if you give Crystal Lake a reason why the Lake Clan was bouncing around, Silver Villago, a staging point for supplies, is surrounded by barbarian forests to the north, great mountains to the west and high mountains to the south, and even at a slight risk given the cost, it would have been much cheaper to use the lake's waterways as a direct link.

It was also possible to negotiate with lake thieves and obtain a certain safety by paying for the moon pole mikajime fee.

There are always exceptions.

"Come on, you guys. Be quiet without one left! This ship is for Grace and the Black Snake Party! You suck. I'm gonna break your neck and torso up!

The female lake thief named her Grace. When I was old, I wondered if I'd just passed twenty, and I still had my daughter.

He was wearing a black Pirates hat with gold feather embellishments.

Lightly woven with a crimson jacket.

On the chest, a black bra to the point of critical concealment of breasts that are likely to be ripped off, and a black micromini below as well. At his feet he was wearing braided shoes of scorched tea.

Slightly wavy bright red hair to the shoulder. Large eyes of strong will stood out on white skin that seemed to fall out.

"Come on, sister. Yes, it's easy to pass on important customers and shipments. Barely. As long as this Arthur is captain, I'll bless the Kosovar mud bastards. Mon won't break a loaf of bread! Hey, bastards!

When Arthur, the captain, moaned the tiger's beard and yelled like a broken bell, the men everywhere on the deck made a whale wave. Put up knives, swords, and hand axes that everyone has lowered to their hips so that they can jump at any time. It was only natural for all sailors in this world to arm themselves in self-defence.

"There will be about thirty of you at most, but there are forty of us sailors alone. There are almost fifty of us if only a young man can fight for a ride. Hannah won't make it into a battle. Drop your weapon. If you're honest with me, I'll ask your lord to help you save your life."

"Don't beg for your life, by being perfectly gentle"

"What are you laughing at?"

Grace turned off the sneak laugh as she saw Arthur peeling and barking. At the same time extend your right hand vertically to heaven.

The hundreds or so of archers lurking on the lake thief's ship fired arrows at the Red Phalanx sailors. A unique sharp arrow noise runs with his ears stuck. When the sailors, who were shot without aim, suffered an arrow wound all over their bodies, they rolled and raised their distressed voices as they scattered beans around them. The intact remaining sailors decreased by less than ten.

"So, what does the captain want from us, huh?

Grace approached Arthur with a slight grin, glancing at his face from the bottom and scooping the tiger's beard with one hand. Arthur's beard stained red with anger and shame.

"Okay, I surrender"

Arthur removes Cutlass. A hard sound mixed with the voices of the suffering sailors.

Grace let go of her right hand gently as she rang her nose. The face was as loose as a full female tiger.

"You just have to be honest from the start. Okay, Barbaros. Don't give these guys any allowance. The opposing one hurts, but it doesn't kill uselessly. We're not the same rotten lords who kill from scratch with or without us."

When Grace screamed, a man called Barbaros advanced from the rear. When I was old, I would be about mid forty or so, with a bright red face burnt in the day. On the left eye, there was an eyelid with an eyelid design, a thick torso, and a neckline with plenty of gold on the neck that was heavily lowered. Is the right hand a prosthetic hand, a steel hook emitting a viciously dull glow? The back length is small, but I feel a thickness that is forged and not half. The face was lurking in fierceness like a starving coyote.

"Help me... it hurts"

A young sailor is rolling around with an arrow stabbed in his right arm. The sailor's right arm hits Barbaros' foot.

Barbaros stuck his sword silently up the sailor's throat as he drew his mouth. A blood splash blew out with the sound of choosing meat and wet the deck.

"Hey, you bastards. Whoa! That's your order. Don't take care of these guys! With a lake thief's manners."

As Barbaros raised his earthly voice, the lake thieves jumped from their tears to the wounded sailors and waved down their luminous blades. The deck of the ship was transformed into a hell of a picture of an instant snort cry with pouring intense sunshine and ferocious white blades mowing lives.

The sailors, who had not suffered any more than Captain Arthur, who had been breathing until earlier, stood idly still and watched as their companions were slaughtered by lake thieves. The face was uniformly painted white with fear and despair.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop it, make it stop! I didn't order this! What the hell are you doing, Barbaros!

Grace grabbed the roots of Barbaros as she stood up to smell blood similar to screaming and iron rust, eating with momentum that seemed to bite.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't call me crazy! Why are you even reaching out to those people who can't move! I thought you were listening to one."

"... Odd, no Captain. It's too sweet. I don't need to be a handy sailor. It would be more merciful to kill him. Besides, I have to do one shot at the beginning or something, they'll lick me later. That's what this is all about. Ha."

Barbaros snorted as he kicked a bloody sailor in his boot as he managed to crawl around trying to escape the killing ground.

"Besides, you know that the sailors originally used their money to buy booze and booze and Okella. I can't even get a ransom. I can't even work. The drugs and bandages that block these guys' wounds aren't free either. It's a waste of time to use it on these guys."

"But..."

Grace's eyes were slightly weak.

"Captain, in the first place, these fishermen ate like hell because these Yosos started taking their own regular boats. I'll run the boat on my own and ruin the fishing grounds, do whatever you want. It's something to worry about. Or what, with all this havoc, even in the mood?"

"Hey, Barbaros. That's it, keep it."

Behind Barbaros, who was trying to mess with Grace, a great shadow shifted.

Will the back length be well over two meters, shaving the head up to the skinhead.

On the upper-body of the protuberance, the exuberant pectoral muscles glowed red copper.

"Lafite......!

"Shit, are you serious, big fat ass? Hey, I'm talking to the captain in Sashi. I don't care how many guardians from previous generations stick their beaks in."

"Nothing, I'm not interrupting. However, against the captain, the deputy captain would have no say in that. You can't overlook a bare gesture where the bottom openly defies the top. This is also the lake thief's rule. If you understand the area, there's nothing to be said about it. Go on."

"Holy shit."

Barbaros squeezed his fist and shook his shoulder as he tided his face, but eventually spit on the deck without complaining, turning his back curly.

Lafitte's sword arm was the Black Snake Party One, and at least not the opponent Barbaros stands alone to make it happen.

"Captain, I'm going to look in the guest room. As originally planned, I decide to put in a threat at best so I can get a ransom from the rich. So, you're not complaining!

"Barbaros, is there anything I can do?"

Grace asks quietly. The hook claw of the small man in the arm shivered into small pieces.

"Excuse me, Captain."

Barbaros kept his back stifled and, as he slowly walked out, yelled at the lake bandits who were still fighting to stop the massacre.

"Thank you, Lafitte. Glad you could make it."

"My lady, he's too dangerous. Shouldn't we have ruled it out?"

"Yeah. But I can't. He's got a pretty good face for the bastards over there. Right now, if I fall apart, I'm probably sorry a third of it is wild and free. And don't call me a lady."

"Excuse me, Captain Grace. Well, I'll keep an eye on Barbaros. Though, don't be alone. You're the only one who can inherit the dreams of my predecessors. I made a bet on you. Fuck you. Mortimer, Jean! You guys stick to your girls and protect them!

"I'll take care of it!

"I meant to be on a big ship!

As the two thirty too men saluted exaggerated, Grace laughed happily showing her bright white teeth. The shimmering sunlight was still lighting the lake water vigorously.

(Don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous, that motherfucker. Ahhh. Don't think this Barbaros will crawl under you forever!

Barbaros, a lake thief with arms and eyes, was a former adventurer. But even after breaking into the dream of attacking the labyrinth and returning to his hometown, there was no way to put a legitimate job or anything on him with a lot of blood.

When he joined the lake bandits, as the unreliable had decided, he appeared dizzy and headstrong within the Black Snake Party, whether his original crude character and impassioned fortitude were in the water, climbing to what could be termed a deputy head in just about a decade or so. After that, an arrowhead, a daughter of an earlier generation, whose presence Grace had surfaced, was supposed to get everything if she waited for her sickly head to die.

(That little girl, she was supposed to be married to a staunch fisherman, but she didn't even look like a scarecrow! Soon it will stop at the top of your head and be the face of the general! I'm kidding!)

Barbaros also didn't understand that it was a dream of his predecessors in the first place. It wasn't yesterday that outside capital came into this crystal lake today.

It doesn't matter whether the number of merchants and travellers increases, the fishing grounds are vandalized and the fishermen starve to death to eat.

If you take it to Barbaros, it's all because the prey jumped from the other side to the end, and the thought of trying to eliminate it was out of comprehension.

(Tell me what fishermen's rights are, what a beautiful lake to protect, and not a single p)

Apparently, the purpose of the previous Black Snake Party leaders was to expel all their external capital from this lake so that the villagers who originally lived on the shores of the lake could live in the same mix as they used to.

But for Barbaros, such a bedtime speech is a dust mustard that doesn't even feed the dog.

(Those guys don't know what an economy is. If you really want to get this lakeside back to its original lonely spot, you have to crush the silver villago to the west. Most of them are just passing this lake for the city. I'm glad to see you. What the hell kind of money would you make if you attacked a passenger ship casually and choked on tear money from your lord for every passenger's life? Besides, give it to the poor. All we got left is a bunch of cunts. It's a lot of work, doesn't it make sense?)

This was not the first time the Black Snake Party had taken a passenger ship and demanded gold from a lord.

Uncle Andrew, the lord around here, also knows how huge the money falls from Silver Villago, so for now, if they take the guests hostage, I'll pay them to the extent I'm sorry.

The Black Snake Party will also stand if it steals money from the nobility for now, so demand no more, and distribute it to its children and surrounding villagers in a prestigious manner. Money runs out. Then it strikes again. It is an infinite loop.

(But then, when are we going to be warmed up?!

In Barbaros' opinion, the hitherto made-up race plunder must come to an end.

You will have all the shipments of the captured ships, and the passengers will sell them off as slaves.

Barbaros finally succeeded in embracing the Lords side by pouring out the money he had so far saved and the accumulation of side businesses that were becoming successful. You can't attack a boarding ship too much. The balance around it was also important.

Both the slave traders joined hands, and the formula for handing over their prey was already in place.

(Look at that, Grace. That woman, when this refill is done, I'll turn her into my own meat slave. Uhihi, let me pinch my meat stick in that soggy chest, and I'll do it with a pussy. Ugh. But for that, the coup must be a success. But the Lafitte one. As long as he's around, the percentage of success really drops)

Barbaros, when he saw the Blacksnake, spoke to the man standing with the ocean behind him.

"Well, you won't have to explain the details. Elmo, you're familiar with the old days, so help me out."

The fifty past man, known as Elmo, had brought him to the mast to arm, only giraffed his eyes from the black eyed hat. There is a heavy-looking sword on both hips dropped one at a time. The wind was blowing with sandy robes.

"I haven't called people in ten years, I'm just kidding"

"What, not me and you? Hey, thanks a lot."

"Oh my God, why don't you get paid to kill people with these two-sword elmos too"

"Well, you know what? Here he comes."

As Barbaros pointed across the deck, Lafitte's giant stood there without sound.

"Barbaros. A rotten man like you is about to come up with something. Fine. Either way, I saved you a lot of trouble. There's a breakdown in the baton. You better pull it up. I'm not going to be able to help you today."

Elmo laughed out loud when she heard Lafitte's line. The lake thieves who were wiping blood dirt from the deck gather around. Naturally, the circle was raised to surround Elmo and Lafite.

"Barbaros, we can't go back."

"Ha, Lafite! It's not me, it's Elmo."

Elmo's laughter faints as she slowly draws. The voice grows louder and louder rather than smaller. Several men begin to sweat with their hands against their ears. An interminable killing spirit swelled up from the perimeter of Elmo.

"Hey bald. You must be mistaken. You can't kill Barbaros. Because I'm dying right now!

Elmo kicked the deck and ran out abruptly. The hull was shaking in waves, but in a gray mass running straight through, there was no brake whatsoever.

That moment was the deciding factor in winning and losing.

As Lafitte pulled out her sword and stood, Elmo's body fluttered into the void. Two long swords pulled out draw two wheels. Ruffitt tried to get around to receiving by pulling out his sword, but at the same time failed to resist the pressure of the two swords that had been bathed, upsetting his upper body.

Elmo's body. Already, I was away from Lafitte.

Elmo threw his right-hand sword at the same time that one leg was on the deck. Elmo's body was already running through the right side of Lafitte when Lafitte put her sword on a diagonal orbit to pay it off.

"but ahhh"

Elmo swallows the white blade to heaven, which has thoroughly swept the flank of Lafite. A bright red blood splash shined in the sun.

Lafitte slowly slammed the giant onto the deck and desperate as he sputtered a tide of blood from his mouth.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who And you know what that means! Oh, Reynold, what do you think? Ah!

Barbaros laughed and pressed the shoulder of a young lake thief.

"Fu, fu, no, from today on, the General of the Black Snake Party is Barbaros,"

"You know what I mean! From this moment on, Barbaros will divide this Black Snake Party. Look, as long as I'm the leader, I'm done with thieves like I've been. We take the shipment from the ship that attacked us, and the woman offends and sells it all! Come on, whoever serves under the Reaper and the Black Flag in this, lay down your sword!

As he echoed, the men thrust up toward heaven as they pulled out their swords. In the fury of the men, Barbaros stood firm in his groin, paranoid about how to flaunt Grace's female body.

The collector was baffled that he could not get out of the barrel of the cargo compartment.

"Oh, that's a bit of a lie, isn't it? This kind of thing comes off easily when it's a comic book or something. You see, a long time ago, in your animation, you said that some of the rock colors that collapse from the cliff were openly different? That's the way it is, some kind of otherworldly gimmick.... Gigigi, it sucks. It won't come off."

It's good until we sneak into the ship, but it's unfriendly not to be able to get out. Shouting in these days, press the top plate part of the barrel. But the fine dust didn't move either.

"What, what is this unfriendly design? Am I supposed to lurk in here until Donkey Kong throws it? It won't be possible, but that's the thing."

The possessor had been in the barrel for a long time without being able to posture, so frustration had accumulated in vain. Besides, I tried not to worry about it earlier, but the small ones are close. I mean, when the dam broke down in this state, it was going to suck.

"Something broke through... no, meh. It's not you. You're way ahead of me. Whoa. Don't give me weird liquids. Whoa."

As I continued to worry, I could hear the whimpering voice at the same time as the door opened outside the barrel.

"Hey, I finally found you, Grace!

"You guys."

The woman's fury continues.

"Did you hide out here? Those two idiots resisted. Whoa, how long do you think you can hide in a narrow ship? There's plenty to come and go with the other two ships, either that way or that way. You're an old man, too! Come on, quiet down. Captain Barbaros wants you."

"Until now, I've put my eyes on you, and that's how it works."

"Damn, you're so tall. You were able to walk out of the wind on the boat because you were my daughter in the first place and because you had that Lafitte bastard."

"Yes, yes! More or less, I've never heard of a lake thief general with a feminine flair. At best, you can use your plump body to comfort us!

"Hey, are you going to hand it out? Seriously, if Captain Barbaros finds out, he'll kill you."

"That's okay, 'cause if you hand it over to the captain anyway, you'll never come around to us again. Well, what about the cost of going there and getting it here?"

Often, the outside world becomes silent. When the collector put his ear perfectly on the barrel, only the sniffles of several men sounded rough.

"You guys, as long as you get something."

"Daiji-bu, daiji-bu, Grace. I'm gonna do something that feels so good about us right now."

"Kuhihihi, look, you white skin. I can't compare you to cheap whores."

Don't touch me.

"Whoa, do it, it's seeping through the juice."

"Stop it, don't show me that dirty stuff"

Shame mixes in the woman's voice. It was a colorful voice, like freaking out the man I heard.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I can't believe I've never tasted a meat stick other than my husband's. I want to have it. I'm going to frame you so you can stay in my shape."

What a Ray-P scene.

The moment I did my hand in my pants, I felt like I was swinging sideways to see if the collector could nudge me just by interacting outside. Someone bumped into me.

When the barrel rolled wide, it hit the far end of the room and stopped.

Yay! The lid's off!

And when the treasurer looked out of the barrel, there was gaze with the three men that were comfortable with one woman.

Uniformly true face.

The collector, as he slowly crawled out of the barrel lying on his side, chastised and coughed up a penis that was half stiff and popping out.

"Totally, kinda rude, guys."

"Who is it? Oh, my God. Ha!

"Just kidding!

"I'll kill you!

Three lake thieves pronounced their anger.

"Ok, ok. If you don't hurry, my son will catch a cold. Retake. Go on."

The collector spoke to Grace as he sat in a grain bag in the cargo compartment, urging the men to go ahead with an eagle attitude.

Grace was scrubbing her own eye lid with her right hand, looking seriously at the collector's face as she was strangely relieved.

"Oh, my God, are you a passenger? No, you're a stowaway. The beggar bastard. Either way, you were unlucky. I'll have you dead."

"No, I don't know what you mean."

The man, when he punished his half-natured penis, lifted the song knife he had placed and wet his gripping hand by spitting on the patterned area.

"Shit, make it hard already. I'm gonna die."

Insurance mixes with a man's face.

"Hey, you. Run!

Grace raised her tall voice, but immediately overlaid her yelling so that the man behind her would undo it.

"Ugh, Grace. After I kill him, I'm gonna adore him."

As the man pulled Grace's hair, Grace's redhead made a bump and fell out.

The eyes of the treasurer shade slightly. When I stood up from the grain bag, the front of the coat closed perfectly.

"A life to spare. Then hey, but I can't let them kill a woman."

"Ahem? It's him! Just let me taste it before I turn it over to your head. You're not the only one screwing this bitch!

"A woman's life means her hair."

A man swung his sword upward. The collector, rushing over like the wind, jumped in a linear motion with a blade that had already been pulled out of his coat.

"Cheeky."

The tip of the long sword scattered blood as he straightened the man's throat.

A bright red blood stain wetted his chest from his throat and the man fell into the boat as he swam.

"And, hey!!

The moment the man who was grabbing Grace's hair barked, the collector jumped high.

A long sword draws an oblique orbit.

The man fell on his back with a distressed voice as he was split halfway across his face, sprinkling his brains around.

The other one ran out on his back trying to escape.

Still, the collector was quick to wrap his arms around the man's neck from behind.

The man exclaimed with a scream as he shook his neck left and right as he was pounded deep into his stomach with a long sword from his back.

"Mm-hmm. What's going on?"

As the collector wiped the blade with a pocket, Grace, dyed red to the eye area, approached him to shame.

"In the meantime, I'll thank you. I am, Grace. It doesn't matter if you're a passenger or a stowaway."

"Heh, at the time I was in the barrel, should I ask you to keep it as a load"

When the collector kicked reluctantly, Grace put his hand on his mouth, haha, and spilled his white teeth.

Much simpler in character than the outfit I saw, the collector thought.

"And yet, you, that's an amazing arrangement. I don't even clean up the three of them and change one eyebrow, calm down. I wonder how amazing a swordsman you are. Well, if you don't mind, could you tell me your name? It's always hard for you to call me."

"Hmm, for now, can I tell you one thing"

"What?"

"It's Raw Garbage Day, I guess"

The collector was quite upset.