Dungeon+Harem+Master

"With a lot of seasonal construction"

"You can say it's normally old. Damn, mind the funny part."

The silver carriage pavilion was an old tavern. The most prominent part of the store is billboarded in the shape of a carriage. Wood exposed to wind and rain for many years is dull in dark candy.

As Lacey nodded, opening the inlet swing door, the collector recalled John Wayne's western play he had once seen.

They're not open yet because it's daytime. On the other side of the counter, a fairly physically fit, fifty year old middle-aged man was polishing the glass with a polite hand.

"Welcome home, Lacey. You're a customer."

"I'm home, Dad. He's called Klund. Starting today, I can stay in an empty room upstairs. I'll get you a room."

Lacey ran up the spiral staircase in just light footsteps as she gently raised her hand toward the collector.

As soon as possible, he is left alone with a boneless first meeting middle-aged man.

What, it was awkward.

"Uh, well, I'm not really staying. Something's bothering you."

Lacey's father, Bernhard, shook a beautifully trimmed moustache and peered at the collector with his pale eyes.

"No, you can stay as long as you want. My daughter has some strange eyes when she looks at a man. If you admit it's good, you can't be the bad guy. I'm Lacey's father, Bernhard, the master here. When we're in trouble, we'll have each other."

"Well, it sure would help if you did. Seriously, I don't have a match. Precisely, it was stolen."

"Right. There are many people in this city who do flourish but are not good taches. I'm sorry, but I don't think the money's coming back. You're so young, you can earn as much money as you want by eating, sleeping, sweating and working."

As Bernhard smiled at Eagle Deep, he began with a polished glass at his fingertips. A pleasant, dry sound echoed in the store.

"So, Girosilo, what are you guys up to over here, John? Craig, Pruitt"

Bernhard called out to the men in the familiar shopping district who were roaring like starving bears at the store's house. These are the men who were chasing the Zao earlier.

Lacey's aggressive driving and switching charges made him a sedated group at first, but of course he was not convinced.

He was tracking behind Lacey, who walked with the hands of a collector, in a dough state, like a dog stalking after his husband.

After Lacey barked a few times, it seemed like she had finally disappeared, but a bunch of people who could not agree with what Madonna said in their minds worked for scouts to explore sincerity, but it was finally up to them to expose themselves.

"Because, Master. Lacey thinks she's hanging out with some strange guy."

"That's right! We, the princess of Leasefield Street, were worried, but we couldn't stay."

"Our Lacey. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"It's my daughter. In the first place, what the hell are you talking about? I haven't heard anything yet."

"Actually..."

And the treasurer explained unto them from scratch the rush of things. If you calm down, they were extremely simple and commonsense. I just overreacted too much to think strongly about Lacey, who thinks like a daughter every day. It would have been their death or death to chase the escape.

The misunderstanding iced brilliantly.

Where the shopping district jerks were gone, the collectors became alone with Bernhard. Originally, they are men with no edge or itch. I was upset. The collector snuck up on the spot, making a zorring noise and grinding his elongated beard at his fingertips.

"Well, the lady doesn't want to be like me. If you look at this style, you will avoid most of your daughters."

"That's the temperament of that kid. Uh, did you say kland? [M] Anyway, since she was a kid, Lacey has been acting like she would take care of herself if she picked up a throwaway dog or throwaway cat, when she grew up, and now she's human. Seeing him as a person in trouble to eat, he wants to bring him from one end and push him upstairs to bake his care. Well, my daughter is that clever. Until now, when it comes to things that don't seem to have gone wrong, it's a lie, but when my daughter tells me, it's more or less like a beast. As a man parent, I really want him to stop, but I decided to make him like it when my eyes were black. I don't know, I've already given up. Besides, I'm pretty confident in my arm. I don't want to think Crand's going to be so crazy."

As Bernhard wrapped his arms around him, he spilled his white teeth and laughed as he made a force on his thick arm like a round fat stick. He was a confident collector for his arm strength, but like Bernhard's forged giant tree tumor, it was something that went further up.

"Eat it, I'll think about it when it gets bigger"

"Ooh. Young man, you have to be."

Bernhard liked the sayings of the treasurer, bashing his back in the palm of his hand. The treasurer broke himself to the strength of so many shocks.

"Uh, Dad, don't bully Klund."

"No, Lacey. Nothing, Dad."

Lacey pulled behind herself as she gently ran down from the dance floor upstairs to take the hand of the collector and cover her. Occasionally, the odd position of a large collector hiding on the back of a small woman could be created.

"You can't deal with your father anymore. Go, Klando. I'll show you to your room."

"Oh, wow."

The upstairs room shown was a large room lined with six sleeping quarters. Old construction, but well cleaned hands in every corner, revealed Lacey's fine character. The large window facing the street opens and a cool breeze passes through the room. I stood beside her, her sandy beautiful hair flowing in the wind, sounding sarcastically.

"It's a season like this, so there's daylight, but it's cool to go out at night. Mmm."

Lacey closed one eye as she stuck her hands out. He cruises without measuring the meaning and slowly takes her hand and wraps it with both hands. She was feminine, soft and small palm. Zhu was swept gently on Lacey's cheek.

"No, no. Look, you already know. That's the jacket. It's lame, and it's dirty. I'll wash it. Give it to me."

"No, no, this is good. Hey."

"No, because it's not good"

When the collector sighed, he pretended to take off his coat and hand it over, putting it on the sleeping table.

"Why are you pretending to give it to me?"

"No, I'm not comfortable without this."

"Mm-hmm. Fair enough."

If I take it off, I took it off. So I get extra dirt on my old clothes all the time. Lacey is baffling her little nose.

"Hey, I don't want to be too good, but it smells so good. The last time I washed my body.... I knew no. I'm afraid to ask. Hey, I'll wash my clothes, so you can go to the bathroom in the meantime. It's just around the corner. Clothes are,... Yes this. It's old Dad's, but Klander's got a good body, so maybe he'll fit the size."

I was handed some old but well-maintained top and bottom clothes. I don't know if it's the right size. Lacey raised her yellow voice and turned back as she began unbuttoning her to take off her uplift.

"Don't start dressing in front of me, silly"

"Wow, that's terrible. I'll see you later. It's very difficult, but I need to talk to you about one thing."

As the collector had trouble, the cotton dust fluttered into the universe as he pulled out the contents of his pocket.

Lacey, who had no choice, took the copper out of the wipe bag in a half-happy tone, naturally handed it to the collector.

"Oh, there's no other way."

"Are you sure?

"Whatever it is, it will be barely cold and poor anyway. I can't even pay for dinner."

The treasurer leans back and bows his head. It was the moment when the power relationship between the two was decided.

The collector felt revived when he carefully shaved his mustache up for the first time in months after removing the dirt in the common bath. Even when it came to bathing, it was sauna-style, so to speak, rather than a japanese-style hot water tub type, sending steam indoors, but sufficient to remove the dirt from the long journey.

The collector loosened his stiff joints by narrowing his eyes to the wind blowing across the city as he entered the shade of the trees.

During the day, the golden sun, which was gilded over his head, was nowhere, and the dark sun covered the entire city. In rural villages and cities, roughly at the latest, if it were about nine o'clock at night, the lights would drop and fall asleep, but in this Silver Villago, the lamps at storefronts everywhere were poured with oil, indicating that they would be open from that amount to quite late.

When the collectors returned to the silver carriage pavilion, the shopkeepers who had finished their work had already started a cup all over the table and the counter.

Bernhard, the shopkeeper, glanced at the collector as he poured booze at the counter.

Already, because I heard the circumstances, it changed from day to day, and the men of the city have treated me quite comfortably.

There are already plenty of tables and counter seats in the store that are not necessarily large, and there are drinkers standing in the crossing section of the upstairs blowout.

When the overwhelmed collector was limping, a regular client-like man packed his seat at the counter to make a place for me. Gratefully sitting back, the booze on the big jock turns.

Bernhard was silently pointing his finger at his throat. Her throat is dry because of the heat. Drinking up the ale all at once, the men around them raised their voices in unison.

"Isn't that a mouthful, brother? Drink more and more."

"Oh, have you been to the bathroom? Long time no see, man! Sorry about the daytime. haha."

"Come on, don't steam back what's past you. Uh, what did you say your name was? Clando, right, Clando! We're brothers now, brothers don't turn down booze! Drink. Today, I'll teach you how to drink carefully."

"This shop is small, it's not a person, and you can pick up the food you ordered."

"It's too narrow."

"If I don't have enough forks, they keep turning me around. Help each other, drink."

"Hey, Master. Grilled pork filled with salt and three ale drinks!

"If you have pepper, drop by the table."

Every guy is drunk and he only talks about what he wants to do so he can't collect.

"Even so, if it thrives every day, you won't have a problem eating it."

A collector snaps as he scratches the smoke of meat, stirred by the ambient heat.

Eventually, a craftsman in his late twenties or so, who was sitting next to him, not so drunk, began to move his gaze at all costs.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"No, no, I thought it was time. Oh, here he comes."

When the man stood up his chair like a monkey with a crisp, he blew his finger whistle like crazy.

To make it interlocking, the men in the store began sending fervent love calls toward the person coming down the spiral stairs. When the collector turned his gaze so that he could follow him, there was Lacey dressed differently than during the day.

Because of my sandy hair up, I can clearly see my neat face and even make it feel like a kind of style.

A pale cherry blossom coloured lipstick looked luscious in the light of the lamp.

It is wrapped in a crimson dress, with a valley of deep chest teasing white breasts shining.

Long gloves wrapped softly up to both arms were also red in the same color as the dress.

"Is it Lacey?"

As the collector stood with her voice raised to such a change, she glanced around for a moment before finally opening her mouth wide and marveling at the fact that the Lord of the Voice matched the man in her memory.

"Maybe even Klund. No, I had no idea!... Yeah, this one is neater and sooo cool!

"Oh, come on, that's our line."

"Hmm? Oh, could it be about this dress"

Lacey got annoyed when she embarrassed herself with her hands on her mouth.

"Haha. Look, for once, we're drinkers. Even though it's like me, customers are happy just because they're young. So, this is what happens at night in the store, Death."

Haha, and when Lacey smiled badly, fierce support jumped out of the men around her.

"Let's say, Lacey!

"I've been waiting, it's nice to see you tonight!

"I live only for this moment. Why not!

Lacey stepped forward like a coward as the collector stood frightened by half the surrounding nori.

"It doesn't make any noise, at all. So, this is how I deal with drunken people and carry my father's cooking."

As Lacey moved to the central part of the store, a slightly inclined, seemingly invisible part of the stage, the noisy men quieted down in unison, like a battery-dead machine. As the collector swallowed and shrugged himself, he saw Lacey breathing heavily.

Then, as Lacey's chirp opened slowly, a nice beautiful voice sounded.

Without interruption, the song began to flow with plenty of voice.

Like someone else apart from her normal, she was a compelling, people-attracting voice.

The collector forgot to dry the glass of liquor he had in his hand, just listened to her song.

Once, I had heard several professional live shows in the front row, but Lacey's songs had such a strong contour and power that they were not comparable to them. The lyrics themselves were simple if taken from the modern man who sang the unfailing love hearts of men and women, but the local power was different in every sense. Just listening paralyzes the core of the cerebromedulla, and a fine sweat springs up in my back, sides and palms. My throat dries to a crisp, but the noise caused by the motion of moving my hand was even a beauty that produces hesitation.

Even the musicians who are interested in music or anything less than the crowd are interested in this. Unlike modern people, there was no way that people in situations where they could not easily enjoy music could not be attracted to her songs.

The eyes of the men who were supposed to be drunk are stained with the color of a vision that sees something noble rather than one woman. This showed what it meant to be unusually obsessed with Lacey during the daytime noise.

Music, in a sense, has parts that outweigh religion.

About that, Lacey's singing had the power and awesomeness to make people want to hear it forever. Is an unaccompanied cappella what attracts people so far? When Lacey bowed her head small after singing everything, from the silver carriage pavilion, which was no longer turned into a music venue, the unstoppable applause and cheer shook indoors all cracked.

"I drink, I eat, I hear good songs, and when I get sleepy, I go to sleep," he said. That's a whole dinner show. Yeah, I wanted to keep this combo in old age. "

The zodiac lay down on the lodged deck, distantly listening to the hustle and bustle of the noisy drunkards downstairs. In the first place, no matter how drunk the collector was, he also had a physique that rapidly became syrup after a certain amount of time, and he decided to sleep because he didn't have the chili. Accidentally, the 100,000 P (pounds) subscription fee to the Adventurers' Union (guild) gives me a headache.

"You can buy a light car. Damn, it's too bold."

In the first place, it was also the horror of this man who kept all that noise at the reception and was normally about to go out again. Squeezing, punching the pillowpunch, I hear knocking on the entrance door.

"It's open, heh."

"Still awake. Eh heh."

As the collector called, Lacey, slightly dyed her cheeks with alcohol, slipped into the room.

"Hey, Lacey. This is your house, so you don't have to say no. Besides, you must be the key in the first place."

"Haha. That's all. Well, even if Klander's staying here, we need to be very careful."

Lacey fluttered her head in an upbeat mood, falling over to the collector who was sitting on her sleeping table. Reach out and accept.

The collector tried to calmly sit her next to him, curing her groin somewhat to the girl's soft sensation.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I did what I did."

"You're drinking. My sister-in-law is in business, so I thought she was just pretending to talk."

"No, I don't usually drink it either. I was drinking it today."

Lacey moved her legs just alternately and violently as she shouted in a tightly tall voice.

It was a completely drunken behavior.

"Hey - Clando"

Lacey, with her decent eyes, creeps in with her hands around the shoulder of the collector.

"What the fuck?"

"Nothing."

Whoa, whoa, mend, you.

Nothing is more depressing than dealing with a drunk with a syrup. Like a cracked white peach, every time her breasts entered her flickering vision, reason nearly collapsed.

Lacey started shaking her head from left to right with tremendous momentum when the collector began to think about whether Lacey was a light woman after all.

"Whoa, whoa, possessed spirit"

"Chicken! Besides, I'm not the cheap woman that Klander thinks I am."

I mean, in this state, the collector thought.

Lacey whispered with a hot exhale as she approached her moist eyes, holding them completely together.

"It's just, I don't know. I wanted to thank you for that during the day."

Lacey began to fall asleep as she was brought to sleep when she pulled out her disappointment like a threaded rolling doll. Whether someone looks at it or not, there's no way it's a situation.

"Lacey, what am I supposed to do after this?"

The collector started running his homemade brain computer fully, wondering how to get out of Lacey, who was completely asleep. At night, it was still a long time.

"There you go. Come back at night. Don't get tangled up by strange people."

Early in the morning, the collector left the Brave Silver Carriage Pavilion when Lacey asked him to make lunch. After that, when she woke up, she went back to her room.

Bernhard said, often, it seems. It got ridiculous to think deeply, so I truncated that series of events from my brain. I could not see any remnants of drunkenness on her face as she arose. Otherwise, I guess you shouldn't eat mesh in a drinker.

That's why I don't think deeply.

One of the most famous religious establishments in Silver Villago, the Romeless Cathedral, was the founder of valor. In the church where Marco is bishop, perhaps, the Sister we met the other day is also enrolled here. I'll definitely put it on before I drop it. As he regarded his readiness for immortality, the Footsteps of the Collector carved a certain rhythm and rode at speed. The healthy legs forged on the long journey were fast enough to make the city's inhabitants look back in the still dawn morning.

He arrived at the Romless Cathedral as the golden sun began to rise quietly.

The setting of a heavy atmosphere based on white had sufficient effect to frighten what it sees. Countless spires must rise against the heavens, and what stands before them must be a slippery and solemn face. But it had nothing to do with the collector.

Is it an early morning habit that two young sisters are sweeping in front of the main door? The blue robe was identical to what my little girl was wearing back then. No, even a coat of law embodying cleanliness only seemed to be a cos of Imekra in front of the possessor. I won't let you, you cheap cosplay daughters.

"Good morning. You're early,"

Sister's face tightened with fear, as she had pictorially written the purity of the fine surfaces, whether she faced the shape of the collector directly from the front.

"Oh, my God, it won't open."

When the collector put his hand on the main door, he didn't even move to see if it was locked from the inside. Leave it to me, I'll hit my fist more and more. A powerful sound ripped through the morning and sounded.

"Hey, what do you do, so it's awesome. It won't open until morning prayer time."

On behalf of the frightened and blued Sister, he condemned the actions of the collector so that the other bit.

"Well, open it. Hey."

"Hey, hey... how rude. In the first place, the cathedral will never be opened except by the bishop."

"Oh, old man! You're here, just come out. No! I know you're here, but if you don't come out, I'm gonna bust your ass!

I can tell you can't open it. No, the collector summoned Marco as he slammed the door with both fists. Mostly, it's Nori visiting an apartment I know. Regardless, this is only a chapel, not a human habitat, but I didn't understand it. From the Sister's point of view, it was an act that smeared symbols of authority and quiet with filth, and only seemed abnormal.

"He's a lunatic."

"... the vigilantes, no, the White Cross Knights."

In all, more than three thousand powerful knights were summoned, and when the life of the treasurer was about to disappear like fog, a man descended solemnly on the spot in the morning and in the morning.

"What are you doing, Lord Klund?"

Needless to say, he is the archdeacon of the parish of Silver Villago, bishop Marco.

"Damn, though it's good because the awkward monk happened to make it. I was about to be called by the White Cross Knights. Thank you."

The collector, solved by a misunderstanding (* not a half misunderstanding), was sitting on the couch in the reception room in the cathedral and enjoying morning tea with Marco.

"Oh, Wally, Wally."

"You're definitely not reflecting, are you?"

"Oh, sister, there's time after this"

Next to the collector were two sisters, the clear and the seductive, who met in the morning.

It is, of course, the intense request of the collector.

The clear system was named Ilse, and the Katsuki system was named Cordura.

Ilse and Cordura were enduring the sexual harassment of their collectors with strong self-control. Together, it was a move of faith.

"Ooh, we're not that kind of store, so don't pollute the soul base of the Awkward Monk. Ooh."

"Ahem."

"Yikes!

The collector remained silent and lightly grabbed the left and right breasts of Ilse and Cordura. Ilse left her face bright blue, and Cordura caught her eyes and stared at her like her parents' enemies.

"So I hope you don't. Ahh. The sanctuary where the Awkward Monk has been built."

"Well, how far did I tell you?"

"Relax, Nana. You didn't even talk about it. The fact that Lord Klund came and went here was just a noise in front of the main door and rubbed the piots of the unclean lambs."

Marco beat the tea bowl to the saucer in a beautiful way. From the face of the collector, a slightly indelible laugh like a Cheshire cat. Marco chewed the crease hard and bit his back teeth.

"Isn't that right, garlic? Mitsu."

"Who is it, Mitsu? Another mysterious figure. … you don't have to listen to me in detail, I can imagine a person who approximated the change from Lord Klund's purse. I can't believe you're flirting without helping me with a church job, hey. There's only one."

"Yeah, sure."

"That's what the bishop said."

Ilse and Cordura gave their consent to Marco's words.

"What!?

The collector, who was crawling his fingers on his thighs, was twisted by Cordura's palm skin as much as he wanted, tearing eyes. Marco struck a gaze that looked down, openly wandering off. The collector wrinkled between his eyebrows and gave him an uncut look.

"So, how do I put this story on before it drops? I didn't know anyone who serves God would sin with dignity.... Hey Hildegard"

I heard a groaning noise from the gap in the door of the reception room. Marco made an unexpectedly agile move, trying to roll off the couch and not jump, pulling the door inward.

"Hawawawawa"

The little man holding the knob fell from his face on a carpet with long hairy feet as he unnecessarily climbed on.

"Yikes, that. Haha, guys."

"Where are you going? We're going to talk about this."

Marco has a solemn face and grabs a small Sister's shoulder.

She was the Church's first troublemaker, Hildegard von Schponheim, who shrugged copper coins with magical finger tricks from the collector.