Dungeon+Harem+Master

A screaming woman's voice and a man's bark sounded alternately.

"Damn, the captain's inside. Well, I don't know if we're gonna be around by the end of the day."

"Hehe, well don't let it get you down, buddy. Three days and three nights on the island of Ajito. At that time, just hold her as long as you want. Hehe, ma. Lord Pork, may there be many women. I'll make sure you get around to it at the festival. Used it down!

In front of Barbaros's room, the two lake thieves on guard snapped their necks like that, darkening to Gordon to leave here.

The young man in the oak, completely disillusioned from his eyes, unfortunately, slowly moved away from the room with his shoulders dropped when he looked at the room where he could hear a whisper leaking.

"Think about it, that pig dude often didn't want to freak out until the end. How timid, or rational?"

"He's not like a regular oak. Bite the humiliation, but throw away your chance to get your wife back to the end. Yes. Hey. If you're going to make the most out of us, then that body is going to be useful enough."

"Steady, Captain. Steady. If they do that, they won't stop."

"No! That's fine! Thoroughly pluck out the other person's fangs by completely assembling the woman the man cared most about. Don't make me think twice about defying you. Um, an oak named Gordon looks clever, actually, it's no big deal. I already took a step back when I thought I'd try to get a chance. Once you back off, the man can't move on anymore. All you have to do is fall to the point where you get to cheat. Let's be careful with each other there!

When the two watchdogs looked at each other, the noise of numerous men rushing around echoed loudly from the central part of the ship.

"Oh, my God, it's so noisy, dude"

When one of the men was scratching his nose tip in surprise, a noise came from the captain's office.

Listen, make a noise, and Miriam shows herself from inside the room. From the eyes of the watchmen, she felt a gaze that seemed naturally colorful, and Miriam shook her shoulders.

"Um, Gordon..."

"Come on, the captain's not enough, you want to be adored by that pig lord? But I can't take you to the barn. The captain told you never to see your husband. Kihihi."

"Really?"

Miriam thought of Gordon's smaller back and his chest was about to rip open. In the first place, it was a mistake to truly take such a man's words.

If you let yourself go, only Gordon will be free from this ship.

(I've hurt him, he's so gentle)

Think of it, Gordon wasn't pale on sex. He was an important wife, so he treated her more generously than he had to and kept her away. I didn't even understand that. Miriam couldn't forgive her pity for frightening her.

(If I had been more courageous. No, I baked a stupid yakimochi on a little girl like that in the first place, she got laid, and she defiled her own body)

Miriam was fiercely jealous when she saw her husband holding Claire with enthusiasm to the point of ferocity, to be honest.

It's also the shallowness of a stupid woman who got in a man's mouth truck like Barbaros.

Besides, Gordon stays behind as a lake thief without getting off the ship. That, in other words, was an indication of an obsession to definitely regain Miriam, something that, on the other hand, was so happy that the core of the head was numb that it was not acceptable when it came to danger values.

Barbaros is showing himself an unusual obsession.

Miriam herself is already dirty. Then, at best, we must use this body to take that man by the hand, and only Gordon must return him to the ground, no matter how satisfied he is with the five bodies. That was the last atonement I could make for myself, my wife.

(I'm already soiled. I don't even have a face to match you. But I will make sure that only your body is protected. else)

But by Miriam's oath, the ship was caught in a great twist.

As the collector ascended from the cargo compartment to the deck, the waking blue and white sky before sailing had disappeared from overhead.

Black clouds like ink-slapped clouds cover Jomtien.

The smell of water thickened.

Giragira and the lake thieves with beastly eyes slowly shrunk the circle of siege of the collectors with swords and hand axes.

"Damn, he's a good friend"

"That's why we're not friends!

The work of lake thieves is divided into three main categories.

To maintain the ship, it is navigation, combat.

Beyond being on board, the work was carried out uninterruptedly for twenty-four hours, all always subdivided and carried out in a coordinated manner.

In other words, their personal feelings will not be taken into account at this time, whether the subject of the hunt is the former captain.

In the Middle Ages, modernity and violence to men were their own identities as well.

Above all, only power is the most respected ship.

For a rootless sailor, everything he grabbed with his own hands is better than jurisprudence he has never heard of, and his opponent who has assembled it is the best medal.

In the first place, twenty. It was the presence of the ventriloquist Lafite, a symbol of kinship and power inherited from previous generations, that made Grace there the head of the desolate.

But the very existence of Grace, who lacked those two nowadays, was not in any shackles for them lake thieves.

Rather, they can openly tarnish the existence that was upon them until yesterday.

That definitely would have made the pure white fresh snow that had fallen, even sure of the inferior pleasure of trampling it with mud shoes.

The men have no blame whatsoever and can fully enjoy this hunt. There, as a pardon, was the presence of Barbaros, the new leader who allowed it.

Once you grab it, you will definitely be subjected to an unforgiving mausoleum that will be pulled around by the men who used it in their jaws until yesterday.

Would Grace have been in the mood all along?

"I'm sorry I bothered you. It doesn't matter."

Grace went as she lay down slightly on the blue side.

The collector remained silent, pulling her hand, and stopped trying to count the number of enemies that crept in. Too much, too much.

In this situation, even if it were Takezo Miyamoto or Takeshi Tsukahara, he would surrender at all costs.

And the collectors were much smaller than their greats.

Grace's expression.

It was stained with despair.

In the first place, physique and strength are proportional.

In her comparable stature, even if she could provoke a man on the bed, slashing each other on the deck was unlikely to be expected.

If a woman tried to put her head up in the world of men, she needed something that was truly isolated from the average sailor, such as a single-headed arm, a charisma that fully controlled the group, blinding financial power, noble lineage that she didn't even want to touch.

But she doesn't have anything.

As far as the collectors know.

"Um, when's Johnny Depp coming out?

There is no such thing as retaking in this other world of strength. The blade in your hand is real, and once you dance, you prune human life lightly.

Nevertheless, I don't even know her fright.

In a world where all this is not possible, such as the presence of women, it was also self-evident that, at the time of yield, it would become a common facility for mere excretion.

The killing spirit surrounding the area swelled greatly. It was extremely, terribly similar to reversing whole body hair as the beast jumped.

"You can't be killed without knowing why. Run away for now."

"Huh."

The collector made a frontal breakthrough as he held Grace's body sideways.

He rushed out to the direct front of the enemy shadow, which had asked for dozens.

"Huh? Heck!?

The name of the white blade pulled out to slip is "White Blade".

It is a wave of the Romless Three Holy Swords that have nothing lined up in ancient times.

When the long sword ran horizontally, the neck of the man holding the hand axe was severed without any resistance.

Blood tides swept around like water droplets splashed from a shaken rain umbrella. The agitated men pull Sir like waves. Aiming for a slice of the hedge, it also mingles like a cone. I saw a thick bowl of boat. Tour for a moment.

"Shobe!"

Grace screamed as she kept herself as small as a kitten.

There's no shooting, no shooting. In the first place, there's no escape to this ship.

"I've been meaning to do that since the beginning!

A fierce twist boiled from the rear.

The treasurer kicked the barge wide and danced in the void.

The feeling of a floating unique spine freezing all over your body.

Shortly before moving to a free fall, the lake surface under his eyes twisted heavily as Grace whistled his fingers.

"Jamie! Take good care of yourself!

Trying to make a fierce splash, the giant creature stuck its face out of the water.

"Seriously. That's right, fantasy."

It was a giant snake.

It was called Jamie. It cleverly took the two of them, who were supposed to fall to the lake's surface when they wrapped their tummy around twirling their body tones painted black and white. Grace shouted at the rear collector as he grabbed it with both hands on something that looked like Jamie's back.

"Hold on tight! Where are you holding on?

"Tits. No, I thought you promised,"

The collector did not hesitate to eagle Grace's breasts, then moved his hand position roughly to his narrow waist.

"Oh, I like it already"

"Even a joke would be sad to get boobs"

"Idiot!"

The serpent with the two on board makes it slippery on the lake and moves away from the Red Phalanx. The men, who were overwhelmed by the alienity of the serpent, regained me as the backs of the collectors grew smaller, and became wolves at last.

"Hey, what are you staring at? I have cancer. Shoot the arrow!

Captain Barbaros said, "Don't use your flying gear."

"It's a case by case, shit! Without instructions, I can't do anything, so swallow people and fishermen up!

One of the executives, near Barbaros, cursed his men's lake thieves thoughtfully. There's a blatant look of anger on a man's face, but I don't give a shit about that. Executives tried shooting a bow and arrow two or three times when they took it from a man's hand, but it couldn't have reached the collectors who had left the range, and the arrow sank into the lake somewhat.

"Shit!"

Only the tongue-beating of a man frustrated by letting his prey escape was sucked by the waves.

It was in the summer of fifteen years ago that Grace, twenty-two, married her husband, a fisherman.

Grace's home, the Alstons, was home to some of the most flourishing landowners in the neighborhood, where fishermen and people originally lived on the shores of the lake. It was my grandfather and father who worked primarily as lake thieves in my family, especially not that it was a profession, and the foundation of my life was in fishing.

In other words, the time to act as lake thieves had a strong protest connotation, especially when no derogation was granted during periods of non-fishing or non-production. They had created a place to strike ships and passenger ships held by their lords as poses and negotiate tax breaks as a condition of exchange.

But as Silver Villago flourished in the biggest city around us year after year, the taxes we could take from around Crystal Lake became less important.

Even if we don't care about the lakeside fishermen and the people, if we let the passenger ships go around in large quantities and on a regular basis and call people to Silver Villago to drop more and more money, we hardly have to worry about negotiating with the time-consuming indigenous people.

Negative spirals were chained that momentum, Crystal Lake would no longer reach the Lord's eyes, and that only inferior deputies drawn from all that fattening their personal bellies would be sent. People swept up in heavy taxes and were engulfed in the pain of paint.

If we are stomped to this point, the Alstons, which were a bundle of nearby natives, cannot remain silent either. Ships were assembled, munitions gathered, fishermen and civilians able to fight were gathered for training and the Lake Bandit Black Snake Party was flagged. At its height, they, boasting more than three thousand troops, also seemed to have lost and almost wiped out seven years earlier in the war against the Lords. But...

"So it was me, one of the captains' daughters at the time, who was possessed by the divine. Women don't have lake thieves! Something like that, forcing people to leave their daughter-in-law, and if they need it, forcing them to break up like tools, and even making them cool like this at the end of the quote."

The collector was listening to Grace as he set fire to it in front of a boathouse on the lake.

The time was already past midnight. He sits on a fallen tree, leaning against the two of them in front of the fire. During the season, albeit in summer, the open cold stained itself if the sun went down.

The Red Phalanx was not so far from the Central Rivet, whose current location was also the starting point, as it was attacked as soon as it sailed. If you look south, you can see the giant Dragon King Mountain. In other words, it was landing on some of the most dangerous boundaries bordering Dark Elf territory.

And earlier, the snake.

Jamie was the water snake Grace had been raising since she was an egg, so to speak, her last hidden ball. Most importantly, the big water snake was gentle in temper, mainly eating lake-bottom cockerel and not expecting it in battle, although it was quite a shame.

Grace continued her conversation uninterruptedly as the sun went down and the neighborhood became so lonely.

It doesn't really matter if the collector hits the gavel or not. She went on to talk about herself from next to next so as to dispel the fear in herself.

To sum up, it seems that the heirs of the bandits who rose to the heavier taxes of their lords are being taken on board the organization by their subordinates' rebellion and are difficult.

If I told the collector, they were both.

"Well, I heard the story. I think it's time you put me to bed."

"Put me to sleep, isn't that a lot? Don't you have something to say?"

"Hey. For the rest of it, please help, help. I guess it goes on and on. Maybe a few opponents. All those numbers. Then there's nothing I can do. If it's a beauty's favor, ask her. She's a yamayama, but she's a bad person. I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't have any more difficulty with other people."

"... I guess what you were smuggling into that ship for is Silver Villago. Anyway, that's what a man might think. You're gonna be an adventurer and fly a flag."

"Sort of. Oh, my God, that's a mouthful of resentment for an adventurer."

"Big ant. Hey!

Grace twisted the collector's coat so that when he threw the burning firewood into the flames, he would grind his teeth.

"Speaking of the original, that Barbaros who bit me is a former adventurer, too. He's been leaning toward strangers ever since he joined the Black Snake Party!! If you find out your opponent is an army of lords, shrug your neck and hide like a tortoise child, and that scumbag trap has been reasoned appropriately to keep taking more and more of your own children! Besides, if you know the person you're attacking is an unarmed traveler, you attack first, you hurt children and the elderly, and the woman sells them off to the girls' shop!

Grace pummeled her dissatisfaction as she lit up her bright red face in flames. All of the reasoning she uttered was to expose her lack of strength as head of her own, but the collector dared not deny it and let her spit out everything she wanted to. She didn't want to boast about her legitimacy, she just wanted someone to listen to her story.

I looked at the collector's face as Grace remembered talking like he was yelling.

At the same time, the expression could be lost from her face.

For the treasurer was snoring lightly and closing his eyes.

"You are a man!!

"Whoa, whoa, wait! I'm listening, because I'm listening!

When Grace jumped at the collector, he raised his nails to his face as he called. The collector couldn't stop, and when he grabbed both of her wrists, he laughed affectionately.

"... to that point altogether"

Grace, inadvertently nagging, weakened and brought it to the chest of the collector.

"Whoa, whoa, now what?"

"Let me ask you one thing. You think you can be an adventurer and be satisfied with five bodies? Even Barbaros, who took the Captain's seat from me, came home with his eyes and arms lost in just three years. There's no one who kept diving into the labyrinth and putting his life behind him."

"Come on, I don't even know that one. There's just one thing I'd like to see."

"Just one?

As Grace listened back, the collector put his head on like he was in trouble.

Grace, who sensed she didn't want to be asked any more, gently snuggled her body even closer to the keeper.

On the shore of the lake, there was nothing but the occasional sound of fire powder heard in the darkness and the sarcastic sounds of insects.

"I don't know what to do.... Truth be told, I was stuck in the original pavilion owner. Either way, I can't wait to see my barking personality. I know I'm shorter than one. But I haven't been able to change anything since I was born. My father would have taken a look at me and set me up in the cauldron. I knew I was a woman. Nobody has anything to rely on, it's too much."

"I'm in trouble for you to say something sweet. Besides, Grace. Whatever path you take, the last one you choose should be your own. I don't care if they turn the bowl around because it's not convenient. Additionally, we're all alone in the first place."

"It's tight, really. First things first, Klando. I thought you looked like a broken up pawn owner, but you're completely different."

Grace shudders her shoulders small as she peeks into the zodiac's eyes. Then he whispered with frightening eyes.

"Hey, hold me"

"Oh, come on. I don't care about myself or anything."

"Oh, I don't care. I guess I can't help it alone, and the bees won't have one or so good memories on the last night."

"You mean exchange terms?

"Don't be rude. It's just cold."

The collector spoke softly as he pinched Grace's jaw.

Grace has put her tongue in herself as she passionately wraps her hands around the shoulders of the collector.

The treasurer had his tongue tangled in his mouth as he exchanged each other's saliva, making his eyes black and white.

Grace hugs him with her lit body as he looks up into the sky with the fallen tree on his back as the collector immerses himself in the aftertaste. Embracing her bright red hair, she kept her face down.

"While I'm asleep, you can travel. If I wake up and see your face, I'm gonna screw it up."

The collector remained silent and, as he embraced her, gazed still at the burning flames.

There were no more cowards there, desperately speaking of fleeing until earlier.

"I ended up doing it. What the hell was my sermon?"

The collector looked softly at Grace's face as she narrowed her eyes on the morning burn and fell asleep in the woods as well.

"Mm-hmm, Klando."

Is Grace even having a good dream while wrapped in a black coat, letting her mouth loosen up slightly? I didn't see the everyday victory on that sleeping face as if, from a collector's point of view, there was something as young as a student of his age.

From the shore of the lake, the clear air blew quietly across.

The blue like water dyeing the sky and the whiteness of the shining lake surface melt across the horizon.

"Do we have to do this? In the end."

It would also be fate to hold Grace before I knew what it was.

Besides, I still couldn't overlook that ship if I thought it had Marco and a couple of well-minded young couples on it.

"One night at a time is benevolence. Yabe, I've blasphemed a story adult now."

Slapping the crap down his mouth, the collector was half completely ready to die. Grace told me in the bedtime story that roughly one hundred and fifty enemies are crap.

It was no longer a question of destroying each and every one or that level. Even if you and Grace take the boat of lake thieves to the dark clouds, you'll be picked up by a push wrapper.

I have been prepared to die every so many times on my previous adventures, but this time, death is definitely imminent.

As far as Grace is concerned, he's already thrown his life.

"But if you don't win, it doesn't make sense"

When it comes to weapons for the collector, it is only the sword of one swing, and the will and the courage.

Try to hope, but suddenly the hidden power can't awaken.

He is half-human, without deception, as a hero and as one man.

"Klund, ah, that"

Soon I was awake, Grace came right next to me with her black coat woven in her feathers.

"Why did you ask me to go while I was sleeping..."

"Man, I'm a lot of big idiots, too."

"No, you're not."

The collector looked at Grace as he narrowed his eyes. A face full of inert mustaches, oddly distorted. After a while, Grace finally understood it was a smile.

"'Cause, hell, I'm dead... and it doesn't make sense,"

From Grace's eyes, a large grain of tears spills. Flowing down, they melted the blue and white skies and glowed pale.

"Apparently, this lake is where I die."

Grace tries to rush over, pulling her legs and making her fall. Now, an approaching collector hugged her. Mumbling like a puppy searching for his parents, stroking her head, the zodiac shifted his gaze to the blue glow only once more, burning its glow into the back of his brain.