Dungeon+Harem+Master

In one of the countless island berths in the heart of Crystal Lake, it wasn't that hard to find the enemy ships, the Blacksnake and the Red Phalanx.

Jamie's speed, Grace's water snake, wasn't a tiny speed dictated by the sailboat-like wind, and for Grace, who was captain of the Black Snake Party, where and how the lake bandits parked the ship to make replenishments, etc. were all in hand.

After capturing the ship, Barbaros and the others had barely sailed to the nearest Asiatic island.

The collector and Grace were looking at a ship docked offshore from the rocky shadow at the waves and discussing it face to face.

"This rock-nosed island is one of the Azitos we have. Naturally, there are cages that keep captured humans locked up. Most of the passengers in the first room who will be luggage will be left here. Most importantly, Barbaros is very cautious. You'll never get off the ship before you catch me."

"Then why not simply ambush the Blacksnake?"

"Simply. Perhaps Barbaros' idiots are solidifying themselves around the gutter. I don't think they're following him either."

"Why?"

"Because Barbaros wasn't originally born on lakeside land. Most of the Black Snake Party are fishermen, people and people who can't eat anymore. I regret it, but he had a strange charisma. Young people, with teasing brains, had a lot of simple ones who believed in Barbaros' futility properly, but there were also a lot of people who obviously hated Barbaros because they were too old to eat. I don't think I'm really following you right now."

Half the time.

"That's it, even if you're not there, fifty, at least thirty people. If there's one who can give us a hand over here, it'll be a battle."

Grace looks bitter as she messes with the Pirate Hat.

"Well, let me take a bite."

Somewhere, the collector looks back at the voice he hears. There, a middle-aged man with a face full of himself, who licked his life, stood at some point.

"Well, aren't you an old man? What, you're alive."

"That's rude. Awkward monks are always protected by God. So..."

Marco coughed deliberately, sending a flush to Grace in a dandy tone.

"What about your wife? No way, you're in the hands of the lake thief's demon too."

"Aha, haha"

Grace had a loving laugh about how she couldn't keep up with her middle-aged Nori. Naturally, you can't stand the discomfort of staring at your chest like a prick anymore, or softly hide your body on the back of a collector.

"Hey, why don't you just look good at Lord Klund!

Marco's eyes caught ugly with jealousy.

"Hey, Klando. This man, who?

"He's a dangerous religious man. You're going to get pregnant when you talk. Be careful."

"Jealous! Slap lightly at the beauty, jealous of Lord Klund!

"Hmm, let's make this about stupid talk and get serious from here on out"

As the rearrangement of the treasurer entered, the bishop Marco spoke with a dazzling eye.

I succeeded in harboring the hearts and minds of lake thieves. And the mainstream rogue thieves are tired of last night's banquet. He said the only way to defeat Barbaros is to defeat him.

Mostly, it was the collectors I was listening to in the middle of the story, but when Marco deliberately raised his right arm, the men appeared making noises with gassagoso from the groves behind him.

"Seriously, I thought you were lying, but you're going to show me out"

"Hehe."

"Chisu."

With his head on, two thirty too men rowing a candle to reveal themselves.

"Well, Jean to Mortimer. Are you alive?

Besides, he was Grace's keeper.

"Hehe, how about it. The morality of an awkward monk is. It must be inside."

"Uh. Good luck, old man."

"What is it, how to encourage it? I mean, Awkward Monk, I'd like to get a compliment from this beautiful woman over here."

Marco looks embarrassed and twists his toes and body. Grace looked blatantly disgusted.

"Hold on, you two have helped me a lot. Good."

Grace wipes tears from doing her fingers in front of her eyes. Seeing it, Mortimer and Jean let go of their bodies in a bad way, eventually Jean opened his mouth.

"Nothing, we weren't just disappearing in silence, either. My lady, there was actually a way to save it."

Here's what Jean talked about.

Until now, the two of them had disappeared, not just frightened and hidden. In secret, it was aimed at the opportunity to bring together the anti-Barbaros on board and raise the wolf smoke of the counterattack at once. In order to do this, the presence of Grace, the flag, was essential.

Luckily, however, I was able to meet again today on this excellent occasion. The Barbaros get drunk at the banquet the night before, and when it's time for the sun to be high, it's not the first thing to wake up with a hangover.

"Hehe, come on over here"

The collectors infiltrated the Blacksnake in the lead of Mortimer and the Jeans.

The aim is a ballroom where Barbaros is supposed to be drunk.

By hand, Barbaros was to be the first to raise his neck and bow down to his allies. As Jean said, there was not a single watchman on board, and numerous lake thieves were sleeping drunk everywhere. The smell of alcohol drifts to the point of poking my nose. With the success of the raid in front of her, Grace glanced at Mortimer's unfloating face and snapped her neck.

"What's up, you stinky face"

"No, something like this is happening, but I feel like I'm going too well. Hey, Jean. Let's see how it goes."

"What's up, what's up"

"Wop, don't stand there all of a sudden, Lord Krund. Awkward monk's high nose crumbles."

"Jean, what are you..."

It was almost at the same time that Mortimer put his hand on Jean's shoulder and the knife in the hands of his partner, who looked back, decided to flank him.

As the collector kicks Jean's hips, he flies out the door holding Grace and Marco by both sides.

A splash of blood was scattered around the wooden door as it pierced every jean.

"You've been framed for being good, apparently."

The collectors, turning their backs on the men who were gathering in the hall, run up the stairs. Already, you know what a bag of rats are, the lake thieves shut the circle of siege silently. Leaping out onto the deck, the men are filling in their gains from the bow to the stern.

That's right, Marco can't even slap a light mouth, or he's opening and closing his mouth like a carp. The sun up in the hollow was licking it up in the sun as if to steam the Blacksnake.

"Well, I missed you, Grace."

"Barbaros!!

The lake thief with the naked eye arms slowly approached him with the liquor bottle in one hand, holding Miriam's hips. The collectors, surrounded by men, seem to be alone and breathless. The Blacksnake, which is lowering the octopus, is still slightly shaken.

"Do it, Lord Klund. Awkward monk, at a time like this, but after all, the rocking ride--"

"You're gonna live a long time. Totally."

The collector regained some calm as he watched Marco get seasick in this situation as well.

"Totally, I didn't expect to get caught in such a classic hand. The shallow wisdom of the fisherman's daughter is to this extent. It wasn't originally the head vessel of the Black Snake Party! Hey, dude!!

Ten or so men seem to laugh at Barbaros' words. They were clearly separated from the lake thieves around them by weapons and clothing. The gaze of the zodiac and Miriam staggered for the first time. Her eyes were a pitifully sunken color. Without the need for analogy, it was obvious how she was treated by Barbaros.

She was wearing a pure white bridesmaid costume. Never superior, but how humiliating have you tasted wearing those clothes? You were biting your back teeth deeply or you had a faint twitch.

"Grace, if you swear to serve as my meat slave from now on, you can only save your life. Hmm? I'm here, like Miriam!!

"Oh no!!

Barbaros exposed Miriam's skirt standing on the side to be visible to everyone as she turned from behind.

"Ha-ha! Miriam, let everyone take a good look! I wish you were a whore with plenty of Barbaros adoring you, even though you have a husband, still in your prepared bridesmaid costume. Oh!!

Grace turned her complexion bright blue and put her hands on her mouth. As the same woman, you must have understood how humiliating it was. Marco also kneels on the deck and squeezes the lowered white cross hard against his chest. From the lake clan's circle, a scream of ear splitting rose very high.

As Gordon freaked out as he thrust the men around him, he advanced.

If the orc giant moves in earnest, it is irresistible with human power.

Gordon was going to endure all humiliation and humiliation. In fact, I've endured it. Even if my beloved wife is scorned for being a coward, a bedridden man, to be scorned in front of her.

Just one point.

There was a part I shouldn't have offended. It was a sanctuary.

I decided to protect Miriam. It ended at the tip of my mouth. Now, maybe Gordon kept his odd calm because a strong self preservation worked unconsciously.

But the last part was finally destroyed, not to be sacred and invaded by Miriam.

For Gordon, an important part that should not be touched was painted black by the hands of a despicable man.

"Shit! Bloody hell, you guys get rid of it!

Under Barbaros' command, he threw in lieu of the spears and swords that the men near him had. I ran my eyes blood and Grace pulled out a short knife. The collector was at the same time grabbing onto her shoulder and the tip of her ear needling Gordon.

"Ohhhhhhh!!

Gordon, who completely renounced reason, will not stop marching, even if he is pierced through his belly, right eye, chest, shoulders and feet. Blood smoke was scattered on the deck, and the men around them turned away from its misery.

"Gordon!!

Flipping the white dress, Miriam rushes out. Barbaros' eyes rolled with a flame of jealousy.

"Miriam Ugh!! I adored you so much!! Still, whoa about that pig bastard!!

Barbaros' swinging sword profoundly decided Miriam's back.

"Ugh."

Still, Miriam runs over to Gordon in pain. The pure white dress stained with bright red blood all the way to her chest and she looked as if she held a round of roses in the distance.

"Gordon. I'm sorry, oh. It would have hurt, so much. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I got dirty."

"Oh, forgive me, Miriam. If I had been brave sooner, I wouldn't have contaminated you with that."

Gordon embraced Miriam as he refluxed blood bubbles down his throat.

"It's okay. Don't say anything anymore."

Miriam leads to Gordon's giant body when she lays her eyes down quietly.

It was a spectacular sight, like a round of flowers, blooming securely beneath a giant tree.

"Miriam, I am."

"You, us, are with us when we die."

Miriam frowned painfully as she blew the blood bubbles and narrowed her eyes. Whoever saw it, it was definitely so deadly that it didn't help.

Not a single shudder from the lake thieves around.

Several of them remove their swords while keeping their eyes open.

"Why, why! It's like a country play!

Barbaros breathes and stirs up the men, but once they disappear, morale never returns that way. On the contrary, lake bandits, excluding Barbaros' keepers, had begun to turn their cold gaze to the captain.

"Mr. Klund, are you there? Finally, please."

"Mr. Gordon. I'm here."

"I am no longer blind. Please, just for the last moment, let us be husband and wife. Please, I beg you, it's all a trivial thing, but no one else can ask for it."

Gordon walked toward the sailor when he offered the pattern of the sword pulled from his body toward the one where the collector's voice spoke.

Embracing Miriam, who was already holding her breath, Gordon turned his defenseless back.

Oak's robust body had torn his skin like it had been scratched, and his built-in stuck out, drooping organs on his own.

Pass guidance to a helpless person. It was the only way, only a surviving winner could do it.

Darkness.

The black one anoints the consciousness of the collector. I felt my emotions disappear. I don't feel a finger holding the sword. Only Miriam's smile and Gordon's manly voice echoed over and over again in her head when she heard him say goodbye.

As he gained momentum and ran out, the collector profoundly pierced the long sword so as to unite Gordon and Miriam's body.

At the end of the day, Gordon slowly fell off the boat and disappeared into the lake water with a faint grin and a hug of his beloved wife.

The blue and white lake stared the water bright red for only a moment, glittering in the sunlight.

"Hey, where you guys going! I'm the captain. Whoa!

When the collector turned his back, the war was changing. Each of the lake thieves, with the exception of about ten Barbaros keepers, threw their weapons out on the spot, and they continued to disembark the ship.

"Wait, hey! I'll treat you like an executive right now!

When the man returned only his cold gaze, he shook Barbaros' hand off his shoulder.

"The oras are a distraction, but they're not as rotten as you'd think if you saw those couples. By and large, you're the only ones who used to drink and make a woman feel better. [M] Besides, you're not from the land after all, so you can continue to be so impotent. We all talked and decided. The Oras live best in fish catching after all. And then you can come whatever you want."

"Oh, you guys ahhh!!

Even if Barbaros tries to look bright red, the men off the ship are over a hundred. Sesame turtle toothpick was about this.

Within that time, someone set the Blacksnake on fire or the hull wrapped in a red fire. All that remained was Barbaros with the collectors.

"Damn! It's back out, Grace, at least just you!

As Barbaros stepped forward, a collector stood sneaky with a perfectly closed front of his coat. Stop Grace from pulling out the dagger and step forward. The little Barbaros gave a frigid look as if he had been barely pressured.

"What, are you-- Abby!?

The hook claw was uncomfortably put forward, but the prosthetic hand was lightly severed and rolled onto the deck, wondering if the stiff silver wire had run.

The collector stuck out the long sword he was pulling out in his coat, with his expression completely erased.

Towards Barbaros and the others, he emitted without concealing his killings. Eleven people, including Elmo, who just felt instantly scattered, unleashed each of their gains.

"Oh my God, you are. What kind of grudge do you have against me?"

"I don't have any grudges against you, but I'm going to get Gordons back to you."

The movement of the lair burned in anger was as rough as a beast. Running straight from the front toward the werewolf men, he jumped up and slammed his long sword from the top of the diagonal.

"Ouch!

When the man received the fountain's blade on his face, he fell all over his face exposing a crimson cross section like a watermelon whose eyes and nose had been completely chopped and smashed.

The collector, when he slaughtered one, set his aim on the man next to him who looked wandering.

The white blade painted the true moon.

The man, when his right flank was broken deep, turned forward to swim.

As the collector deflected his body, he slammed his long sword full of strength into the man's neck from behind.

The blade in from the nod splashed blood splashes when the man's neck was broken both ways.

The neck of a man of momentum flies in momentum and dances into a burning flame.

As he roared, the Zao swung his white blade toward the man in front, without loosening momentum.

The metal noise of the blades biting each other rang high.

When the man around the machete lost his strength, he was pushed to the boat. The man's physique was a giant body with no oak and no faint colour, but he was powerless in front of the movement of the collector when the gods took over.

The man is so full of force that his blood vessels float in his arms like a tree, but he is crushed by the railings of the ship as he grunts. The man's expression was ugly and distorted.

The fountain's long sword pushed the man's body completely into the barge.

White blades reflect guillari and sunlight and violently glimmer.

A silver wire running diagonally broke the man's neck.

"Damn!

"How long will it take?"

"Kill him. Yeah!!

The anger of the men and the flaming noise scorching the hull intruded and flew.

Fire is also burning on the sale, and the sail column is making a go-go sound and rocking left and right.

It was scattered around like firepowder dancing.

The collector made a huge jump by cracking the hem of his coat.

A strong wind blowing made a noise and waved black wings.

A long sword roars in the wind.

A silver wire ran perpendicular to the man's face as the collector stepped down. When the man barked like a beast, he scattered his brains across the deck. The hand axe I was holding rolled into the blood stash on the deck.

I can't get my hair in for a while, and the men are approaching from left to right.

The collector protruded the long sword in his reverse hand to the right rear. The long sword slammed his heart deep into the chest plate of a man rushing from the right.

Shortly after, I felt the blade wind of a man coming from the left. He lowered himself and fled, pulling out his sword at the same time.

The collector swung up when he held a platinum-built sheath with his left hand. The man with the blade's chest was galloping empty.

The collector buried half of his body in the chest with his hands poking, trying to jump.

"Oooh!!

With a strange bark, the man shook his whole body loudly, throwing up blood reflexes and laying down on his side.

The remaining men ran out, showing their backs without standing up to them, frightened to the extreme.

The collector waved a long sword on the backs of the men fleeing screaming.

A silver wire running in the wind is slammed against the back of the head.

The man ran out of breath spraying his brain marrow and poking it from his face to the deck.

The treasurer slipped a long sword on the back of the other man who had fled as a result of the shedding. The man fell into depression with his defenseless back deeply broken. The collector waved down his long sword in both hands with full force as he fixed his right foot on the man's back. A long sword pierced the man's heart deeply. The man, moaning low, was desperate as he soaked his loose blood.

"What are you doing, it takes a wrap up. Whoa!

To Barbaros' reprimand, two men arrive in a rash.

The collector twisted his body to rotate his coat. exposed to the wind storm, sucking in mud and dust and a weighted jacket struck the face of the man forcefully. With a blunt sound, he groaned and the man sat down.

The collector ran the blade horizontally toward the throat of the man who poked his ass cake. A sharp poke devoured the throat buddha. The man, when he opened and closed his mouth a few times, scattered a red and black tide from his wound like a fountain, peeling off his white eyes and exhaling.

The one who remained has shook his head left and right, sticking his sword out with his eyes closed.

The collector, as he stretched his legs and disfigured the man, slammed his long sword against his torso and slapped him in the cross. A dull noise rang like slapping a wet rag with a wall. Blood descends on the burnt hull, making noises and evaporating.

The man broke his knee and breathed out as he walked two or three steps with his vain eyes as he protruded his organs out of his cracked belly.

"Elmo, Elmo, whoa!! Protect me. Eh!

As Barbaros shouted in a frightened out voice, a man in a black eye-lifting hat stood before the collector.

"That's pretty good, young man. Enjoy this two-sword Elmo at best."

The man named Elmo pulls out the two swords on his hips and takes the cross stand.

The collector intercepts with his long sword lying horizontally as he drops his hips slightly.

Elmo only spoke Australian and was quite a user. When the collector turned to the machete, the weight of the knocked double-sword was not much in line. Along with the high metal noise, sparks scattered. The collector stretched his gaze around him as he rolled backwards, disfigured.

Using two swords is an impossible art without considerable muscle strength in both hands.

To defeat a strong enemy, you don't need to target a single hit Special. If you hurt any part of your body, you should see the upset coming from it and the signposts to winning.

"Sora!

As Elmo took a step further, he waved down two swords. On his back, he took it again with his long sword horizontal.

I felt a hot shock on my right shoulder. Blood splashed and wet his right cheek.

You totally lost your strength, it was a brawl that paralyzed you to the core of your head. When I managed to get my body up, I saw Elmo wield both swords. Reaching unconsciously out his left hand, an axe pattern touched his fingertips. The moment he was ready to die, Elmo opened his eyes and became half-baked. A sharp gleam of a piece shook Elmo and pierced the ship.

"You!!

Elmo's anger echoed. Grace threw a knife at him to help the collector.

"Klund!"

A sorrowful, tall voice wooded.

I couldn't have missed that gap either. The collector threw the drawn hand axe at Elmo's feet with all his might. The hand axe spun in a circle, slightly blushing Elmo's right leg and piercing him against the boat. Elmo broke down with a low groan. It was enough time to get up. Without standing up, the collector threw his coat at Elmo's face as he peeled it off his shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa!

Elmo, confused by blocking his upper vision, stuck both swords into the dark clouds. The collector jumped to Elmo's feet as he crawled through the earth, and sworded off his side in full. Elmo, slapped on the left leg tibia, fell in with a wild scream.

The collector buried the long sword deep into Elmo's heart, trying to soak it up.

Elmo held his sword in both hands on the floor as he opened his eyes and drooped his tongue loose and out of breath.

"Wait, you're going to kill me, brother. Or give me a break. Hey, I'll do anything. Come on! I'll make amends. Whoa. Hey, Grace! You, too, have a mouthful. I don't care if it's deck cleaning, working downstairs or treating you like a slave. Oh, please. Only life."

Barbaros begged for his life as he cried and cried as he alternately shifted his gaze to the face of the treasurer and Grace. Grace's face was reddish with anger and creaking.

"Please, shut me up quickly"

Grace lay her eyes down and shook.

A fountain took a step forward with a burning flame on his back. Barbaros made his face snap as he shrunk himself like a little girl.

"Ask me if you'll be forgiven after I see you both in the afterlife."

The collector, waving his long sword wide, slapped it down on the face of Barbaros, who was kneeling. A silver wire ran vertically from face to chest.

"Yikes!!

Barbaros, as he raised the beastly severer, swept a tide of blood from the red and black cutting surface and fell over. As the collector kicked up his torso, the carcass was caught in the flames and black smoke of a burning hull and eventually invisible. It was a worthy end for garbage.

When the collector held Grace's shoulder, he walked out softly wrapped in his jacket and quietly.

Try to keep away from all sorrow and away from the ship.

Going down to the shore, I saw the Blacksnake licking up into flames behind me and roaring and burning.

Under a bright blue sky, Grace continued to stare at the whirlpool of flames blowing up to scorch the heavens too.

And then, quietly spilling tears, he squeezed the flag of a thousand chopped black snakes again, hard.

"Are you glad?

"What. And don't call me crazy. Call me Captain, with the Captain."

When Grace corrected Mortimer's words, he stared at the sailboat as it ran under his eyes, pretending not to. Since then, the liberated Red Phalanx has traveled towards Silver Villago as originally planned. Grace decided to start over from scratch after that battle by assembling his comrades who came back wanting to continue the lake thief under him. I have to polish myself again in order not to give something as unpleasant as Barbaros.

From now on, there is no inherited ground or Lafite to help herself.

I don't rely on anyone.

Crushing in these days, a stiff little pain ran.

"Oh, I wish I had Klando's brother, I wouldn't be scared"

"You know, it's nice to criticize my piercing with dignity."

"No, no, I didn't mean that. From now on, I, for one, will think with my own head. What's the best way to do it?"

"Are we talking about each other? I have to make sure this never happens again."

Turning his gaze from the shoreline to the lake, a dazzling blue and white light gleams like a jewel as he lights up the summer sun.

The treasurer would surely have stayed by if he had cried and asked for it.

But that felt different. That man's, I'm sure he has his own way to go, and that must be something important to each of us, even if it's not exactly the same. I just didn't feel beautiful, like forcing a man to change his way.

The man risked his life to bring back the Black Snake Party flag. Then it would be your job to make the flag you took back stronger. If we don't do that to that extent, we won't be able to call ourselves captains.

When I realized, I noticed that men, far less than before, were staring at themselves with meticulous eyes, like children worrying about their mothers.

Grace smiled and showed that when she fixed the frown shelter of her hat, which was blown hard by the wind, she couldn't help but smile at the sun's glitter.