Dungeon+Harem+Master

Silver Villago is a large city with a fourth Romeless population. The population, graciously over a million, was bordered by the Labyrinth of the Abyss (Last Elusion), with 10,000 adventurers belonging to the Adventurers' Union (Guild) alone.

It is a so-called walled city. It covered the city's perimeter with high walls, and the castle gate was limited to two to the west and east. Mainly supplies are transported from Crystal Lake in the east and from the west the adventurers set off in a carriage of scheduled flights for the labyrinth attack.

The city was packed with Uncle Andrew's proud Knights of Phoenix to maintain constant law and order.

Anyway, the money falling in this city wasn't much in line.

For adventurers, there were shops that traded weapons and protective equipment and other gear, hospitals to treat injuries, banks that dealt with the money earned, restaurants, kingdom-approved casinos, religious facilities such as the giant whorehouse that was set up in anticipation of it, the Romeless cathedral, and slave markets that were celebrated once a month, as well as martial arts and playhouses.

It was a common perception in this country that if we even went to Silver Villago anyway, such as the young people trying to hit a mountain by challenging the labyrinth, the merchants trying to make a lot of money by hitting it.

But it also meant that rogues were infinitely gathered.

Basically, we don't do household registration surveys or anything in this world. When doing certain business, borrowing large sums of money from banks or carrying on public business, “citizenship" according to grade may be necessary, but for the common people, in everyday life, it was first and foremost irrelevant.

In other words, the inevitable increase in the incidence of incidents in constant population movements, which inevitably happens in flourishing cities, was an inevitable one.

(Oh no, I think they kind of followed me from earlier. What to do)

The girl's name, Lacey, was a widow working at a tavern called Silver Carriage Pavilion, which just became seventeen this year.

Most importantly, even when it comes to officiating, it doesn't mean that my parents only have sex with men because they are in a liquor store. The main thing was to carry food, follow alcohol around, and sing songs, which were extremely family shops. Characterized by sandy hair and black eyes, not all of those men were just people they met at the store and never felt dangerous, although she had never had the experience of being put around several times before because she acted in a way that was often misunderstood as concerned with men, also because of her rather moderate-burning personality.

But today's stalking was not the usual way to do it, with a strong sense of compression like hunting down the hives and prey.

In time, it was just around the day, and Lacey was just after she bought the store's extra ingredients at a familiar store in preparation for the evening. Was it bad that I tried to take a shortcut and went through an alley that I wouldn't normally go through, the shadow of the two men gradually packing the distance and approaching?

(No, no. Speaking of which, one of the stores said there have been more strange people in the city lately. Uh, why only on days like these, if I did, oh)

Lacey looked back thoughtfully, driven by the urge to shake her head, staring at the men behind her back.

Are the two forty years old brothers, they looked very similar?

It is a so-called evil phase. My forehead was sticking out, and I had golden eyes.

My galloping eyes are moving cunningly and busily. It was reminiscent of a careless rat.

(Ugh, hey, maybe it's frightening. Yeah, I have to be clear. These guys, I don't know)

"Um, what can I do for you guys! Follow one all the way around. I feel bad. If you want something good, be clear."

Lacey kept her gaze off the men's faces as she laid her hands on her hips.

The trick is not to turn a blind eye.

If you yell at him for doing this, most men leave the scene clouding their tea.

In the first place, if you are planning to do something to a person, you should be in direct action before you start to see each other. The kind of person who turns after a whimper without being able to do so.

(It's decided to have no guts. Disperse the opponent with temper)

Lacey stares at the men as she makes all the scary faces she can on her own.

From the side, it only seemed like a frivolous motion.

"You're Lacey from the Silver Carriage Pavilion."

"... yes, but what"

As the men looked at each other and nodded at each other, they reached out and took Lacey's arm.

"Hey, stop it. Ha ha ha."

"Oh, you're coming with us. You're coming."

"Oh, no. Mostly, why do I have to go with one of those people I don't even know how to look at? Ha ha ha."

As Lacey shook off her grabbed arm, the men looked at each other again and wrinkled between their brows like they were in trouble.

"I'm Oldy."

"I'm Young Di."

"What?"

When the men named themselves, like children, yeah they shook their necks satisfactorily vertically, reaching out to attract Lacey again.

Lacey, clamping a man's hand, leans back and reveals her vigilance.

On Oldy and Youngdy's face, something surprising arose.

"No, no, no. Because you named me, you don't follow me, normally."

"Why not?"

"Oh, my God."

As Lacey was stifling herself, the men stepped forward. Apparently, the attitude was to stop asking questions and help. Lacey's expression was coloured with fear.

"Come on, I'll have you come. Lacey, come to us."

"No, I wish! Come here, you pervert! People!"

Lacey swings her basket and resists, but the two don't change their faces, packing up the distance. To run to the boulevard, there is a little distance.

I saw one man approaching me when Lacey let me cum behind my stomach wondering if I could sew the gaps in the men and jump out.

"Help."

Lacey was screaming unconsciously.

He was a tall man. Around twenty when I was old, my long dark hair was stretched out to my shoulders. I have light dark skin. A beard dense from cheek to jaw covered his entire face. Her cheeks were skinny as shredded, but only her eyes glowed mightily and nasty. The black coat covered his entire body perfectly. The rise and fall of the thin dirty hemp was dirty due to the wind storm whether it had continued its long journey. Only the long sword that fell on his hips was somewhat splendid. The beauty of the platinum sheath emitted a striking discoloration.

"These guys are gonna follow me around."

Lacey hid behind the man who suddenly appeared as she walked away from the two. Squeeze and gaze at the hem of the man's coat. The brunette loosened her mouth mischievously when her eyes met. Lacey felt like she could trust this man for no reason whatsoever.

As the man stepped forward, he pulled his back leg like two bad guys were barely pressured.

Oldy and Youngdy, after some rounds, looked troubled and then slowly left the scene.

Lacey sat down on the spot nagging as she sighed. At first glance, the brunette was picking up ingredients scattered from the basket for me. Somehow, the twitch spread warm inside his chest.

This man is a good man.

"Um, I'm Lacey. Thank you for putting me in danger. Um, can I have your name, if you like?

Lacey consciously built her voice high and spoke.

"It's not enough to name it."

He's more sinister and has a better voice than I thought. At least, it was Lacey's favorite scale.

The man looks up to heaven in distress. Somehow, I feel a wild taste that the men of the city don't have. I've cared for Lacey, who was sitting around, reaching out. Approximately, grip. Gu, pulled up in a powerful breath. It was thick, scratchy palms.

Lacey was terribly upset when she felt her breasts pulse hard, as if she were the first little girl to be spoken to by a man, especially.

Hoo-hoo, when Lacey was jerking off with a feeling of softness, the man looked restless and cared softly about his back.

From afar, anger and numerous human footsteps approach. A grunting roar gradually approached.

"Do it. Well, don't worry, go home."

"Oh, wait."

The man, to put it that way, ran out the alley trail, mocking his black coat.

At the same time as a man rushes out, a large number of men change their blood phase into a narrow trail and arrive.

Every face was familiar to Lacey, the grocery store owners and clerks.

"Here, wait, don't run away!

"You food-and-run bastard!

"Pay up. Hey!! You worthless bastard!

As Lacey stands stunned, the butcher's father is walking, wiggling a meat-cutting knife. The middle-aged man's obese belly meat was beautifully rippled.

"Ah, Lacey. Um, didn't the beggar bastard do something crazy!

"Yeah, yeah?

An apprentice cock who often came to the silver carriage pavilion for a drink struck his tongue badly. He looked really uncomfortable.

"The guy with the mustache, he was in the payment step, maybe a little short, or something. If I reveal inside the wipes, there's nothing going on. There was only stone in it! I didn't mean to pay for it from the start. I'm talking to everyone on the street right now and I'm hunting them down."

"Yeah yeah!!

"Must be a habit, huh!

Lacey was alternating between the direction of the man's run away and Cock's face as he let his eyeballs circle.

How did this happen? Damn it!

It's rather disgusting to eat too much.

The collector had a habit of ordering more than he needed when he went from childhood to the grocery store. I was roaming through the castle gate from the harbor, reaching the food and beverage district.

God, I was led by a god of appetite.

Just because it was daylight, it was unconsciously ordering the same thing when I realized that something like a stewed meat that a middle-aged jerk had been eating when I got to the next table was emitting such a fragrant smell. Plus, five plates.

At the beginning of eating, I'm more or less hungry like a hungry ghost, so the illusion that I can eat as much as I want, i.e. “my stomach is a universe! I have the syndrome” so it is possible to pack it in quite a bit of high space, but after some time, I get full.

It was often the case that the presence of a real-life king behind his back disappeared when he placed a prestigious order. When my belly skin sticks out, I just have to be asexually concerned about what kind of meat I didn't care about during the meal.

Besides, when I tried to pay for it, the contents of the coin bag had changed to stone.

Exactly, it's a fantasy.

But the inhabitants of the fantasy world were not tolerant of this strange event.

It is irrational.

The collector was slowly remembering how he had been since he arrived at Silver Villago, as he continued to flee the middle-aged men of small business.

The bishop Marco and I broke up in front of the castle gate. He spared his goodbye to the treasurer as he did, and he was invited to stop by the cathedral where he lived, but refused.

Somehow, because I have a bad feeling about it.

That wasn't the only reason. Marco apparently takes a girl named Claire, who was orphaned on that ship, and turns her into a nigger in church.

The collector wanted me to give him a break if he could continue to see any more of the girl hurt by being flirted with by an unfortunate fate.

Essentially, only I can rely on myself for a collector who is not a person in this world. The current situation, as if it was unprotected, was painful with me that no matter how many lives I had involved in the difficulty of others, it was not enough. Assuming that there is no one anywhere in this world who can prove and hide the treasurer as good, even if he is caught up in some sort of incident, and has no known man without a place.

Even a man like Marco was a comforting single branch for his current collector. Bishop, it was dubious how far the status was true, but it would be much easier to gain people's credibility than a vagrant safekeeper.

But isn't it a pity that after coming to this new land called Silver Villago, you suddenly rely on people?

Shimenzo is a man.

I didn't intend to come on this journey with a sweet little way of life that would get me to pull my hand like a toddler and align it from top to bottom.

"If you're in real trouble, let me rely on you."

There was so much prosperity in this city that I hardly needed to worry about that. The number of people going to and from was unparalleled compared to the cities that have gone by so far, and the cobblestones on the streets were well handed and neat in every corner. Naturally, as can be seen by people who cannot read the letters, the signage of the store where the houses were connected contained their own symbols, and it was immediately understood what they were dealing with.

If you're an arms dealer, mark the sword.

For clothing, markings that round up antimatter, etc. The variety is so infinite.

However, it was the Adventurers' Union (Guild) building that was the first place the collectors headed.

If the dungeons and the game generation, the collectors, heard, were the image of hunting treasures and prey by entering each of the places abandoned in the wilderness at will, but from what they heard, the labyrinth of the abyss (Last Elusion) is itself national property, and entering without permission is itself a sin in the light of the law.

"Here or the Adventurers' Union."

People told me that the building could be found quickly.

It was in the central part of Silver Villago, in the first place facing the boulevard.

It was a huge reminder of the castle at first glance. Imaginarily it exudes court-like solemnity. The whole thing is made of tightly assembled red bricks, with guards in armor standing in a heavy atmosphere at the entrance area. The collector, who had pictured the liquor-light feel of the adventurer of the role-playing game, was slightly pressured.

From the eyebrow shelter of the helmet, it is also a considerable fear that the guard's eyes are not well seen.

From the spear I'm standing on, I'm gonna puncture you. Aura was releasing a bin.

"Dude, why don't you try to get some more atmosphere that's easy to get into. Apprentice our local Shinji, and Shinji."

The collector climbs the entrance stairs in a mood of suspicion, even though he is likely to turn and do his right. My gaze was slightly down.

Hey, you.

"Yes, yes?

Frank, the bass of just Nagai sounded.

The body of the collector bounces like a shrimp.

"The string of boots is loose. Be careful not to fall."

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

He was so, so kind.

"Damn, you scared the shit out of me. But the first gate broke through. I win."

I don't know what the hell you're fighting, but the collector opens the main door through the entrance and enters the hall while making a whale wave in these days.

"Oh, it's so fancy."

At first glance, it was a lounge construction of a first-class hotel. Numerous adventurer-like people are bickering with several large round tables on the front. On the surrounding walls, maps were drawn and affixed everywhere indicating dungeons. I can see the door behind me. The excitement of the collector swelled all the time now. From the entrance to the left, a receptionist counter was seen. About twenty women stand clear, dressed in sleeveless shulko made of fine fabric. I walked over with an idea that it was probably the receptionist.

"Welcome to the Adventurers Union (Alliance) Silver Villago headquarters. What can I do for you today?"

"Um, it's my first time, okay?"

"Is it the first time? I'm afraid I have your word."

"No."

"May I introduce you to someone? Do you have references, etc."

"Wow, Nashing!

When the collector winked with his right thumb up, the receptionist looked blatantly disgusted.

"Which of these Adventurers' Guilds did you hear about?"

"The wind called me."

As the collector shimmered reluctantly as he looked far away, the receptionist invited the man outside the counter.

"Hey, you don't have that attitude - though. Normally, I'm here to sign up for the Adventurers' Union."

"Oh, are you a general new subscriber? Now please fill out this form."

"I can't read and write."

"... Shit. Now please bring someone who can read and write to visit again. We look forward to seeing you soon."

"Hey! You're tongue-in-cheek, you're tongue-in-cheek! What a change of attitude. Ain't that terrible? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

The receptionist, frightened, snapped his mouth as he stepped back from the counter.

"Oh no, I'm trying to find out who I am..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"It's a joke, because I'm used to perverts like you. My name is Nelly and I am responsible for the reception of the Adventurers' Union (Alliance). You can forget it right away. Or forget it."

"Hey, I think I did something."

"No.... don't stop by, idiot"

"Whoa! I hear you completely now. Whoa, you're being ridiculous, you're being ridiculous to customers, you're being rambling."

"No, that's not true.... I don't even know if it's a customer."

Nelly looked like a seemingly sensible beauty with her dark hair cut short, but had a kind of unusual cold. The treasurer chewed his crease with remorse.

"It's a customer. You know, I was wondering if you could explain what's going on here."

"Yes.... I don't like it slightly though. Are you sure it feels cheerful, Shisha... Customer"

"No more poking around."

"The Adventurers' Union (Guild), then, is a fully independent organization authorised by the Kingdom. Currently, all subscribers count eleven thousand and seventeen and are required by law to belong in order to enter the labyrinth of the abyss (Last Elusion) administered by the Kingdom, with severe penalties for those who break the ban. If you qualify as an Adventurer by joining an Adventurers Union (Alliance), you will receive several benefits. First, permission to explore the labyrinth. Secondly, the right to establish a clan, thirdly, the right to purchase discounts at Adventurers' Union (Alliance) merchants, and fourthly, the right to join Adventurers' Union (Alliance) insurance unions."

"Can I ask you something? I knew it would cost me to join the Adventurers' Union."

Nelly made a noise at the counter and aligned herself with the explanatory paper she had with her nose, solder, and spiral laughter.

"The Adventurers Union (Guild) subscription fee is very reasonable at 100,000 P (pounds sterling). You will also need at least three nominees with at least first class citizenship to join."

"Humph, 100,000 P (pounds) (* about a million yen in Japanese yen). What, 100,000 p (pounds)!?

It's not too expensive! The state budget is over! And what's a nominee? Is self-recommendation ok?

"Which bankruptcy state? And you're the first person I've ever called self-recommended. If you have any other questions, we'll talk after you pay the subscription fee for now."

The collector, coughing, squeezed Nelly's hands on the counter and sent Ryotaro Sugi's runaway.

"Hey, hey. Nelly, you're a good woman, aren't you? It's sooo sexy, and the part that seems tolerant is nice.... marry me, and do something about the subscription fee."

"... it's the first time I've been raw in this world. As soon as we met, my lord asked me to marry you.

As Nelly silently paid off the hand of the collector, about four tenacious guards appeared, as he had waited. When they held each of the possessor's limbs down with a beautiful amount of collaboration, they strained up to do a torso lift.

"Hey, listen to me. No offense. I just love Nelly too much."

"Don't lie, bogus"

It was cold.

The men threw the collectors loose so that when they were transported out of the hall, they could throw even garbage from the entrance stairs.

"What do you love, I'm familiar with our Nellie?"

"Die or rot, you dickhead."

"Lick even the back of your ballbag, boggle!

The collector stood up and shouted as he waited for the cursing storm to pass round and watched the guards go back inside the building.

"You Nellies will one of these days be my meat slaves. Ugh!!

Before confirming that the heavily armed men continued to be thrown out of the entrance to the Adventurers' Union (Alliance), the collector escaped the scene as soon as he was disengaged.

Of course, I didn't think about later.

"Mm-hmm. I don't know what to do."

The collector conceived on the side of the road, looking at the wipes containing the copper coins.

The balance had been cut by five hundred P (pounds sterling) (* about five thousand yen or less in Japanese yen). In this amount, it is another dream, such as joining an Adventurers Union (Alliance). I mean, I'm going to pay for the inn tonight after a bit of drinking and eating.

As I walked like a fluttering sleepwalker, I reached a building in a damning shade.

When the illegible collector looks at the sign, the majestic four-headed standing carriage painting is painted in poisonous shades. Nearby are middle-aged bitches who have changed their blood phase, gripping pieces of paper and snapping bumps. Unique air and smell. I remember what I miss, and I put on the shoulder of a blood-running man.

"Ahem? I don't know where this is! This is Silver Villago's famous tank racetrack, where crying kids shut up!

Tank history is old.

In ancient China, it was seen in books from the days when the Huang Emperor debated Jiayou in the field of Jiao Lu, and was used in the battlefield, both east and west of the ocean.

Tank racing is also extremely primitive for gambling. From a total of six four-headed standing tanks in red, blue, yellow, black, white, and green, it is simple and extreme to hit which one becomes first class.

Odds are determined from the war history of your man and horse, and the difference from modern horse racing would be that the way you buy tickets only exists in a single win.

But people were crazy enthusiastic in this world where there was simply no other entertainment.

If the three beats of drinking, hitting, and buying were a man's merit, chariot racing literally was the king when it came to hitting.

But happiness or unhappiness, the treasurer, in three beats, had no eyes for booze and woman, but there was a dry part when it came to relatively every bet.

In the original world, he had his hands full of pussies, slots, horse races, wheels, boats, etc. as the real deal for college students, but none of them made his blood hot. They all seemed terribly boring if they could eat a woman's flesh and ejaculate.

"Besides, I've never heard of anyone who won and increased gambling because they don't have any money."

The collector twisted his neck at the window of the tank racetrack, looking awake at the people purchasing tank tickets. Apparently, the competition is taking place in a large domed building in front of us. When I was wondering if I should just come in and see how things were going, a young woman's voice popped out of the crowd where my brain would be boiling at stake.

"Ahhh! Damn, I sucked. Ahhh."

Seeing, a young sister in a wimple sat with her head in her arms.

People flirt about her wrapped around a blue robe, but they run away early enough to see if the next race thing is much more important. Shit, it was too late for the moment I thought.

If I did, I would have caught my eye with something strange again.

When I was old, I was a big sister with eyes twitching with a child's face, maybe fifteen or six.

She has a good face when it comes to beautiful girls. The nasal muscles were beautiful and neat and the back length was small enough not to be seen in a hundred and fifty, but the style was good enough to see a protuberance from the top of the robe.

"Ugh, I almost sucked. Oh, it's important money, but no. Uh-huh. … why are you turning away"

When Sister stopped crying lies, she asked him to stand still and take care of the collector.

"No, because I haven't seen anything"

"Kona, a beautiful girl is crying and in trouble. Okay, as a gentleman, you're in trouble, young lady. I won't let the handkerchief dive into my purse and grip me."

Sister reopened and reprimanded the collector as he laid his hands on both hips.

"I won't. You know, you can always demand that from people you meet."

Put yourself on the shelf and tell. Apparently, they were both the same exact people.

"It's weird, even though it makes sense in the world for people like you who have no ties to women to hear anything high with their groin thrust just hearing my lollivoices"

"What a nasty bitch."

Sister, frowning in good shape, pointed a tiny crease and roared.

"Oh, okay -. It's lit, this one. Uri Uri"

"No, that's really happening, so give me a break"

"Oh, I get it. Well, you can go now, so leave your wallet for now. Rejoicing. Yes, I'm Hilda from Romless Church. So yeah."

Sister, named Hilda, reached out in such a tone as to teach the deaf child. Quickly, the collector pays his hand.

"Why?"

"No, no, I don't know what it means to be looked like hurt there"

"You're already selfish. Today, the next race is definitely coming! The pennies suck out of the math. Look, he said there would definitely be red next time. My battles are red, too."

Hilda, when he lined up his own logic, let the collector slap him with a flat hand on the bread as he protruded his round, tight ass.

Oh, well. Am I being hit?

On his first trip to and from the city, Sister, who he doesn't even know, raises a stake.

It was an unfortunate experience, by the way.

After that, for some reason, I swung off the sisters I'd been bumping into, into the dining room, to the present day.

"Well, I mean, that's the only place you can think of a switched moment."

The collector was amazed at the high skill, even as he remembered the wars in Sister's finger judgment, which switched all the copper coins to stone in an instant.

"I didn't know you hadn't noticed so far. You're so stupid, I am."

It got so ridiculous, I started losing my temper to run.

"Oops, I want to be mindful!

"Be careful. Okay, you're so big."

As the collector looked to heaven to what extent he could free himself while surrounded by crimson-faced oysters, the girl, who had let her breath cut and run, broke a circle of hedges and jumped.

"Wow, wow."

"Sort of."

The girl with sandy hair lost her balance after gaining momentum. The collector hugged the girl's body from the front as she reached for it. A soft feel pressed against the chest plate. I could see the girl's, long eyelashes trembling.

When the collector hugged the girl, the men's faces stained with anger.

"Wait, I'll pay for this one."

"Hey, Lacey! You don't have to cover that!

"By and large, who are you!

"Lacey, come on."

"It's got nothing to do with him."

That's right, that's right, and the men make whale waves at once, trying to pull Lacey away from the possessor. Lacey told him, as troubled, that she had decided to alternate between the faces of the collectors and the men.

"It doesn't matter. This guy's a good guy to me."

The voices of the men, once perfectly quiet, then turned again about the size of the heavens and the earth flipped.