Dungeon+Harem+Master

"What. When I suddenly thought the ship was taken over, I started slashing it on the deck."

"I wonder what's going to happen to us now"

"What, I've been back and forth with this Crystal Lake and Silver Villago many times in business, but this lake thief named the Black Snake Party is not so tough guys. As always, your lord will pay us some ransom. Look, look at the people who are used to traveling. You must have calmed down."

"He says something comforting. There are plenty of soldiers stationed in Silver Villago in the first place. At the Lord's knees, you can't be so outrageous."

"That's a bit of a spectacle if you take it easy. It won't be that bitter if you think of it as one of the things we talk about on our journey."

Two merchants spoke loudly in the third class room of the ship Red Phalanx, the so-called lowest class room.

All year round events, nothing like that.

And looking at them deciding on each other, Gordon, the oak youth, was unable to wipe away the discomfort that made his lower stomach chill.

"You, I don't know."

"I'm fine, Miriam. Look, you heard about the merchants talking over there, too, didn't you? It's common for lake thieves to attack a boarding ship. Besides, if the thieves were to target, it would be just the rich people in the first room, wouldn't it? In the first place, where did we shake a pound of copper coin?"

Gordon's wife, Miriam of Minotaur, nodded her big eyes as she clenched her husband's hands still anxiously.

"But maybe we'll get something done, too, I'm scared."

"Ha, it's okay, Miriam. You will protect me from what happened. [M] I won't let my dear wife touch one finger. Besides, look, why don't you apprentice Bishop Marco for a little while?"

Gordon points to the so-called bishop in an attempt to dispel his wife's fears.

There was a monk figure there reminiscent of years of training piercing, not even picky, with his eyes closed.

Miriam raised her eyebrows only to the eight letters as she gently brought her ears closer to the mouth of Bishop Marco.

"I'm sleeping."

Marco had abandoned everything and escaped reality. It's stunningly sleepy. Very, I didn't think I was suffering from seasickness until earlier.

"Ha ha. That's it. The reveal of leeway. The bishop has already reached a dimension beyond our comprehension."

Very painful, that's fine.

"Anxiety."

About twenty lake thieve-like men descended as Miriam stumbled down the stairs at those places.

They began to gaze at the passengers as they defined them, showing off their polished song knives and hand axes.

Then, when he finished looking at the faces of all, he made a circle and started some kind of secret conversation, and eventually stuck up his torso so so that all the oldest men could hear whether the House had voted.

"Hey, listen carefully. This ship was taken by the Black Snake Party. I mean, if I let you live or kill you, it's three inches on the tip of this chest. Understand that and listen carefully. In this, if there are more than forty men and women, put your hands up! Look, it's over forty!

Later, if you find out you were lying, you won't be free. Fine! "

In response to the lake thief's voice and frightened, the passengers hovered their hands.

Not as many as I thought.

There were a total of about thirty.

"Miriam, Gordon, it was a short stir, but thanks for everything."

"Bishop, no way"

"Yes, that's no way. Awkward monk, it's forty-two this year. You don't look younger, do you? Twenties or something, huh?

"Bishop, I can't do that"

When Marco was denied by Miriam, he lined up in rows, dripping like livestock to the slaughterhouse.

Maybe in the old age frame, they'll open it up earlier or something.

And, Marco is forced to inspire himself, but in the back of his brain, a reaper with a sickle is floating, drawing a circle trajectory.

"It's not going to be a Loc thing either. After all, I should have rubbed it against Miriam's milk sauce."

As Marco climbed up the stairs from the third class room and went out onto the deck, the lake thieves from different phases were flourishing with unsaid faces. A prominent man swings his hook nail up and down in the center of it and gives the order.

(Perhaps that man is the general stock. Ma, there's nothing I can do about it from what I found out)

"I wonder what will happen to us"

"Maybe the old people will be released first"

"According to what I've heard, the Black Snake Party is a good lake thief, no?"

"If they say so, that big balls also look somewhat cute"

(That can't be true. He's an extreme villain, that face)

Marco's view is that all the elderly in the third class room were collected on the deck.

Everyone and he whisper all the stories that dispel anxiety.

Eventually, all of them stood alone in the boat when tied behind their back by the rough rope. As he had waited for it, the leader of the lake thief, Barbaros, put his head behind him with the hook claws of his right-hand prosthetic hand.

"Uh, you guys seem to be inflating your convenient delusions, but in reality, such miracles don't happen first. Unlike first- and second-class rooms, you're poor, so you don't want ransom, and you're too old to be worth it as slaves. So throw it away."

"Ha, uh. Huh?"

About fifty men, listening to Barbaros and looking back, when they were pressed on the back by a lake thief of good stature, flew across the barge as easily as a piece of paper. The scream caught its tail for a long time and eventually disappeared with the splash of the lake.

Thirty useless people who saw it.

Screaming and whimpering wooden spirits on deck.

"Stop -! I still have something to do."

"Slightly, stop, stop -"

"If it's money, it's only a little bit more."

"Give it up, give it up, just my wife."

"Whoa, whoa, no!

The lake thieves dug their nostrils, without feeling guilty enough to dump domestic garbage in the convenience store, dumping Pompons and the elderly into the lake (* different world standards). If the economists had witnessed this sight, the complaint would probably have arrived.

"Oh, why don't you at least give Lacey from the silver carriage pavilion a session with an awkward monk's whistle before she dies? I should have asked. Under no circumstances.... Is that it? Isn't that a good idea?

The lake thief slowly approached Marco as he was finally taking the drinker woman off in delusion.

"So you're next, huh? Oh, come here for a second, you Romless kid."

When the lake thief's triplets scream, Barbaros approaches with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

Marco was in the middle of a shoulder bump with his neighbor trying to at least get behind the order in which he would be dropped.

"On this monk's coat, a bespoke white cross on the chest. Hey, shits. Take this boy to his room politely. Pretty tall kid. I'm a bishop. If you kill a monk badly, the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights) will attack you with blood eyes. They're worse than nobles."

"Hehe, that's why. You picked up your life."

"Wait, at least give me the altar and the bell in my room. Let us pray for them."

Marco asked Barbaros to cure his expression. He was desperately removing the rings of the stunned passengers in an invisible position from the lake thieves.

"Heh, pray and flower fruit blooms. Boys just want to do pointless things, dude."

As Barbaros creaked his jaw, the lake thief kept Marco away from the spot by holding him from both sides.

Naturally, the looted precious metal was recovered by the lake thieves.

After Marco was taken, the lowest prisoners were to be divided into young men and women.

Men are predominantly for labor, women are destined to be sold off as sexual slaves.

Naturally, the men rebelled, but when several were slaughtered to show off by the lake thieves, they became perfectly quiet.

Leave one orc and a human boy behind.

"Ooh, you pig bastard, you bastard, you subhuman flair!

"You're such a jerk. Cry or call, but there's nothing more we can do! Ahhh!"

The lake thief men were lynching tied up oak youth Gordon and about fifteen or six boys. The reason is that they resisted even though they were sold off their beloved family. Most importantly, it was not force resistance even with weapons, but only at the tip of the mouth.

The lake thief men also continued to kick at the beginning with amusement and beating, but saw the two of them devouring no matter how violent they were, most of them blue-white their faces and left the scene. Most of them are fishermen and poor farmers born poor. Most of them remembered selling off their wives and daughters because of poverty and hunger.

All that stayed on the spot and continued lynching became Barbaros Child Keeping Streamers. They were literally outlaws with no heartfelt mercy or pity.

"Miriam, return, please"

"Stop it, my only sister, what the hell"

"Damn it!

"Brother, stop it, too. Whoa. Stop. No!

Gordon had his wife, Miriam, and the boy had put me up to the end for his sister. But it is tied with wilderness ropes, and there are nearly ten armed men gathered around it.

How much, even though it's a rigid oak, this doesn't help.

Already, the men who had given up everything seemed to be turning their thoughts around about their future treatment in the wind, not even trying to add to them, but rather doing something extra.

"Hey, hey, what the fuck are you doing? If I hauled the woman out without leaving, I'd say it was a banquet."

Barbaros came down the stairs in a relaxed pace. My face is a little red. On his left hand was a bottle of liquor with an open mouth.

"Ah, Captain. No, there are still bastards who don't think about it. Oak is easy to put on a high price for labor, and the kid has a nice face inside, and there's no way he's bastard if he thinks he sells well to the kinky bastards of nobility. Plus, keep up the excitement."

"Hmm."

"Do it"

Barbaros pinched Miriam's jaw of Minotaur and made him point toward himself. Though they have bull horns and ears, the rest are no different than normal humans.

No, it was rather much better than average in appearance. My sauce-eyed eyes were louder than usual because of my husband's worries. Barbaros' gaze is naturally poured into the breast implants, which can be described as a characteristic specific to Minotaur. The lake thief's ship's eyes shaken the flames of a slut.

"Don't look."

Shame on you and hide your chest with your own arms. unconscious, but enough to invite a man's nausea.

"I've never fucked a Minotaur before."

"Don't touch Miriam."

Gordon complains constantly, too. Though a sturdy oak, it wouldn't have accumulated if it had been assaulted for so long. His face was swollen in black, his eyelids cut above and bright red blood flowing.

The other boy was obviously out of hand or not so badly injured.

"No more, please don't. How can we see this?"

A young girl screams in a tongueless voice. The wild men's goats flew.

"That's because you're smart enough to catch our eye."

"Heh, we're not some broken cheap girls once in a while, too, we need to eat our first food. We can't do this business!

"You're unhappy that you were born beautiful at best!

"Claire, damn it. Thieves, if you lay your hands on my sister, I will not forgive you."

"I won't forgive you for what, man! This mess!!

"No."

When the man kicks the boy's face up sharply, he grabs his hair and starts hitting the floorboard.

Gongon and a blunt sound sounded and a blood splash wet the area.

"Stop, eh, stop!!

A girl called Claire.

In contrast to Miriam, such as her busty young wife, she looked adorable as a doll. Like a princess, she wears a pink dress with frills. Long and beautiful blonde hair shined like fine silk. Her big blue eyes and pink lips were even adorable on her neat nostrils.

"Please, Mr. Lake Thief. Abel, forgive your brother."

A beautiful girl, still young, begs for mercy, spilling tears. A blackish passion caught fire among the men, like treading and vandalizing fresh snow no one had ever treaded on.

"Phew. Even so, young lady. You look great in your clothes. Hey, leave it to the poor to be fucked slaves. Nobles are more laborious to ransom than to sell them away."

Barbaros gently reprimands his men.

"Heh, heh, maybe. But that little girl, stay in the third room."

"Uh-huh? These clothes are not the Silomon that poor people can buy."

"No."

"Claire."

As Barbaros turned Claire's skirt, he saw white shorts that looked clean.

The lowly laughter of the lake thieves echoes in the cabin.

Claire's brother, Abel, was staring at Barbaros resentfully.

"Um, Claire. Why are you wearing such good clothes? This necklace isn't cheap, either."

"My brother saved my money so hard to buy the clothes. The necklace is a treasure my mother left me. Hiu. Stop it, don't touch it."

"Stop it -!

Barbaros moved his thighs and thick fingers as he stuck his finger through Claire's skirt, which he sat beside him, enjoying the girl's soft thigh feel.

Abel raised a bloody scream as her eyes turned bright red.

"I see. Yeah, well, you two, you really don't feel the same way about not offering your own wife and sister? So bummed up."

"Miriam is all I have."

"Claire must, protect"

Gordon and Abel screamed to be in concert.

Barbaros, when he nodded, yeah, ordered the men to untie the ropes. The two try to run over to their respective beloved women as they follow, but Barbaros lifted and controlled the hook claws of the ship's arms.

"Okay, here's a good afterthought. You can give her back. However, you are either alone in returning it. You know, I mean, kids and pigs, it's better to fight and win, you get women as winners."

"One or the other, just one"

Gordon stands up as he lets go. In contrast, Abel and Claire's complexion stained bright blue.

There's no way a child of a human race who doesn't have any martial arts skills can fight an orc and win.

"Besides, if you win, you can get the other woman, too. I mean, take this beautiful girl if the pig bastard wins. Dimensions are that if the kid wins, he can get this busty wife and get framed. This Barbaros is not such an asshole as to make him kill without any reward. Oh, this battle is amazing."

If Gordon wins, he doesn't just get his wife back, he gets a beautiful girl named Claire.

If Abel wins, she won't just take her sister back, she'll get a beautiful woman named Miriam, he said.

It was indeed a lake thief suggestion.

Most importantly, for Barbaros, the killing of the two is just the aftermath of a booze seat.

But the two men must come to this exhilaration with everything.

Gordon and Abel staggered their gaze and took a distance.

Already, we have nothing but hostility to each other.

Only the winner can protect what he loves.

It was a ruthless decision.

"Well, I'll lend you something because the kid's more disadvantaged as it is. Well, at best, you're going to get me bored."

From the hand of Barbaros, a sword is unleashed towards Abel.

The battle lid was cut and dropped.

"I'll do it! Whoever they are, I'll definitely do it!

Abel, picking up a sharp rapier, stood on unfamiliar hands.

Gordon against is defenseless. but the local power of the oak and the physique that was always responsible for the giant trees to build muscle bones to do charcoal grilling can be untied and fully wielded.

Gordon, for a moment, contemplated kicking the lake bandits together and escaping, but abandoned the idea when he saw all ten men surrounding him armed.

Even if we break through their siege and escape to the deck, there is only water around. Besides, both Gordon and Miriam were born in the mountains and could not swim at all. Then it would have been more likely to survive and escape with his wife to manage this pastime and find room for negotiation.

"This, you oak bastard!! I'll kill you!

Like a cry, Abel runs out with her sword in place when she utters a drawn rage.

But neither the speed nor the aim of the tip of the sword is as if. First, I'm closing too many eyes of fear. This was not difficult for any opponent to do.

"Wow!

Gordon caught his leg hooked and tumbled as Abel stormed into the dark clouds. Calmly, wave your legs down against the boy's wrist. The bones were crushed with a dull sound.

"Ghaaaaaa!!

"Brother."

Abel falls seven times with tears in her eyes.

Gordon did not pursue. The boy's power was too fragile.

"What the hell? Ah!

"You're fighting too fast. I'm gonna wake up drunk."

When the lake thieves went wild all they wanted, they threw a cup of dried meat at the boy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, somebody wake that kid up"

When Barbaros ordered as he niggered, the nearest lake thief swept up the cup at once and walked over.

"Heck."

When the lake thief woke up helping the boy rolling on the floor, he forced him to hold a sword in his left hand.

"Hey, if you pull an imo here, your precious sister will be smashed by that pig lord."

"Ugh. Yes, no. Oh."

"Well, you have to work hard, brother."

"Ugh, uhh"

Abel couldn't stand the pain and spilled tears. Gordon struck his tongue hard as he turned away.

"Ahhh!!

Abel wielded her sword in tears and once again resolutely began the fight. But if the attack isn't fixed on the hips, it's like you haven't even seen the target. It was no different than just a toddler waving his hands in waste.

(Give me a break, I can't lose either)

Gordon gripped with full force as he grabbed the boy's left arm directly from the front.

Abel's left wrist was twisted with the ease of breaking twigs.

"Ohhhhh!!

I can't stand the pain and poke my knees on the spot.

It was miserable like wanting to turn away.

Big fists like Gordon's bowl of tea bowls profoundly pierce the boy's dovetail.

Winning or losing was decided in an instant.