Dungeon+Harem+Master

Sister Hilda's punishment for Bishop Marco was seven days of free service to the Collector. In the light of the laws of the Romless kingdom, the original crime of theft, regardless of the amount of money, is a forbidden decade, or the rough one of amputation of a sinner's wrist. It was the punishment of an era in which the law itself did not even exist the words of human rights, with few hands on it since its founding, and it was customary not to rough things up if the amounts determined in virtually each territory were paid to the lords and victims.

However, the situation was different in the Church aimed at pure poverty.

In the parishes dotted within the kingdom, the bishop of the land had immense authority, and sometimes the power of the bishop outweighed the lord.

Bishop Marco was not on that exception, and the collector was making a small fool of himself, but his power was inside in Silver Villago.

After all, Hilda cannot disobey Marco's instructions either. Hilda, reluctantly pleading guilty to theft (* already doctrinally blasphemous of God), was to serve the Collector in order to redeem everything. In this world, far from contemporary circumstances, it is in fact the same as the right of the depositary to take a life or death.

Hilda has no complaints whatsoever about being sold off to a whorehouse to pay off the money he took, albeit for a small amount. In that case, the slope was drawn only by Marco's hand on the roster of personnel kept in the Church, and it was legal to place it on all social notions.

It was no mistake for Hilda to consider that ownership rights had been lawfully transferred from church to collector over a seven-day period.

"Ahhh."

On the back of a treasurer wandering around the city, he sighed so much that Hilda couldn't figure it out a few more times. It is a bad economy that is likely to be depressed just by listening.

"Just now, uh-huh. What if a poor god comes by?"

"Because, no. Even I had plans for the future. It's terrible, and so is the bishop. I can't believe I'm transferring such a sweet maiden as a sex beast meat slave."

"Come on, man, stay with the money and you won't have the grass to say it. That old man can honestly pay for it. I don't know if I can give you a hundred thousand pounds as a compensation."

"Mr. Klund, Mr. Klund. I, too, leave people's money alone. Isn't that just too much?"

"Anyway, I have money, money!

"My eyes are frightened.... Ha! No way."

Hilda crouched on the spot as she cuddled her body with both hands to frighten her, and as she rubbed, she showed a lie tear in both eyes. It's a lot of acting power.

"It's a body. Hey, make money with my favorite body," he said. You are told to corrupt yourself in the filthy abyss of the saints. "

And it came to pass, when Hilda had struck the victim, that the people of the city were gathered together straw like ants in honey.

"What's up, what's up? What a fuss."

"Whatever, that brother can beat Ni to the girls' shop or something"

"It's the end of the world. This isn't so far from the cathedral."

"No, it's not. It's a man and a woman."

"In Sister's belly, she has a child."

"Fallen, fall, fall, fall. Even a couple that the world doesn't want and can't have children is with Gorman."

Originally a remarkable city people. The collector pulled his hand away from the crowd as he silently stood Hilda up. The crowd dissolved naturally by making sure that the little fish scattered, to the extent that there was nothing more forcibly pressed to stop, and that the little spectacle was over.

"Hey, are you mad? Eh?"

"I'm not mad at you. It's just a dead end."

"Hey, isn't that nice? A little, tea-eyed, I said. By the way, why do you need so much money? Pounding, booze, women.... Ok, not at all"

"No, I'm not. The Adventurers' Union subscription fee is £100,000, which is an eye-popping price."

Hilda's leg stops perfectly as she walks in rhythm. When the collector looked back, there was a woman there with a frozen face with a sight to see something painful.

"What, are you an adventurer? Is that what you were bringing me around for?"

"What does that mean?"

"Isn't that settled? When a monk needs it, it's just a condolence."

Peek into Hilda's face. There, the earlier joking atmosphere was free of fine dust and the face of one historic Sister.

"Apparently, you don't like how much I'm gonna be an adventurer."

"Yep. I can't try to keep my mouth shut about the missouri young life scattering. This is still the priesthood."

When the collector shouts his face and his nose, he flips and walks away. At the same time, Hilda clenched the hem of the coat. Fungu, and the trachea broke and a strange voice came out of my throat.

"What the hell?"

"Apparently, you're not convinced by your mouth. So why don't you check it out with your own eyes for once? A dungeon."

The collector jumped on a carriage to the labyrinth of the abyss (Last-Erución) in the form of incitement by Hilda. Adventurers' Union (Alliance) Capital carriages regularly travel from city to dungeon. Until I left the castle gate, the whole city was laid with conserved cobblestones, which were comfortable, but once outside, they were all evil roads. The carriage passengers were unexpectedly not listed as adventurers. They are middle-aged men and women, young couples and families with children in plain clothes.

The collector had put little effort into his body for nervousness, but he was interested in public care without hilda or the passengers being particularly unusual after hitting and changing what had happened earlier. It wasn't long after I found out why I was at the entrance to the dungeon.

"This isn't what I imagined it to be."

Dewstores were connected by a number of pearls by the side of the road that ran straight from the carriage parking lot to the entrance.

From all over, there is a unique aroma of baking food and the smell of sweet confectionery. It was also a struggle to take a step forward into a mass of people walking about without a line. From all over the dewstore, there are uninterrupted voices of merchandising prestige.

Exactly. It was a festival.

"Sa, mr. kland. What the hell are you doing? Firstly, do you want to pinch gently?

……

"I'm here."

The collector squeezed Hilda's nose up silently, twisting it all the time.

"What are you gonna do, scratch a girl's face?

"No, no, no, you mean. Dungeons, adventure awaits. This, uh, could be in the wrong place, right?

"It's not a mistake at all - this is the mysterious labyrinth of the abyss (Last Elusion), which was not the proud resort of the Romles"

The collector let his gaze wander into the void, fluttering in sleepwalker-like footsteps. Hilda, on the other hand, was floating like a date in arms with a collector on her own.

Occasionally, I buy and eat stick treats, skewers, etc. at an outdoor store.

In the shimmering sunlight, he looked like a shaver on a nori.

There was an entrance to the dungeon at the end of a straight line of the outdoor shop.

Looks like the clerk of the Adventurers' Union (Guild), about 25 or 6 women collect admission fees on a desk tucked in the entrance.

Hilda paid for the bronze coin for two as the collector blurred.

"Is this the labyrinth of the abyss? No, we had a good underwater souvenir story before we died."

"I, too, wanted to see it once, but no, no, it's been a good world to be able to come on a trip to the Chamber of Commerce."

In front of the cave, the merchant-style middle-aged men were chatting.

A woman around twenty wearing a dark orange hat, which looked like a guide, advanced to the head of all when those who paid the entrance fee came together. Looking around in a familiar manner, he bows down with a pepper. I heard a voice coming through a lot.

"Thank you for taking the time to reach the Labyrinth of the Abyss (Last Erución) in the heat of the day. My name is Kara from the Adventurers' Union (Guild) General Affairs Department and I will be your guide to the Labyrinth today. It's a short time, but the more you stick with me, the better."

"Wow. Finally, it's a labyrinth exploration, Mr. Krund. Me, you must be new here. You're so excited."

Hilda, who looks like a young daughter and raises a bright voice. The middle-aged couple next door smiled when they heard it.

The expression of the collector. It was as cold as the Nobu surface.

It disappears into the labyrinth so that the various and groups are sucked in.

"This is the beginning of the legend."

The first step to the great adventure I admired. That was terribly unsavory. The treasurer snapped Hilda's ass walking forward as he revealed himself to be about to cry. Geez, the sound of a slaughtered cat echoes into the cave. Yet vain recruited.

Inside the labyrinth was an artificial one with thorough safety. From the entrance of the cave, the tip is solidified with mortar shapes everywhere, and the feet are perfectly packed with polished white laying stones. Prior to going, the candlestick candle was lit with a few metres of feeling, and the sun was only blocking the temperature, which was much easier to spend than outside. He talks about the accident history of this dungeon at the beginning of the line in a voice that Carla, the escort with the flag, often sounds. I went bare through all the ears of a collector who was so shocked and grumpy. Across the walls were paintings of extreme colour in which the adventurers battled horrific monsters, and the spectators stared at the painting. After a short walk I went out into a wide open hall. The great void in the artificially crept cave opened a large number of shops selling food and beverages, where people could be seen sitting at tables everywhere and interested in eating and drinking.

"Lunch time is an hour. Meet me at the Coffee Nest in an hour."

The collector lowered his back to a table in an empty public space.

Sit next to Hilda. Objective She offered the collector a cup of black tea from a pot of ceramic to an ivory white cup, whether she had sourced a drink somewhere.

"Sa, be careful not to jerk off because it's hot"

"Heh."

Hilda went on to prepare her own tea, and when she prayed with both hands in front of her sandwich purchased at the store, she gave a pleasant grin that flowers would open all the time.

"Let's have it while it's warm. Mr. Klund is bringing lunch, right?"

"Heh."

"Hmm, you're kind of not well. Dinner doesn't taste good unless you have fun."

"Oh, wow."

I was a treasurer without a bad temper. Lacey's handmade lunchbox revealed herself when she took a cloth cover from the rattan basket she brought with her. These include cheese and ham sandwiches, boiled eggs, fried chicken and potatoes, and fruits simmered in syrup. The magic bottle (* a magical literal magic item) contained cold lemon water in the kink.

"Oh, is that her handmade? Didn't you want some tea?"

Hilda looked at the magic bottle and narrowed her eyes just a little sadly.

"No, drink. Huh!?

"You don't have to panic so much."

The labyrinth sightseeing tour resumed when the collector burned his tongue a little (* recovered in the most seconds) and came a little hollowed up for Lacey's lunch to make.

Literal sightseeing amusement mountains that are neither poisonous nor medicinal continue sloppily.

Along the way, away from where he took a small pause, the collector felt a kind of different atmosphere. Walk off a tidy cobblestone path, one person away from the tourist line.

After a while, I saw a room with fully armed men spearing and solidifying their security.

What was there was a big stone door.

It takes three giant cannukes, and iron chains are stretched vertically and horizontally by the eyes of the net. Countless tablets were unusual. Nearly ten men, burning four burning fires, illuminating their surroundings red. The collector should be visible, especially since he wasn't hiding himself, but it was creepy who wouldn't put one on him, on the contrary.

"What the hell is this place?"

"It's the entrance, the real one"

Turning to his voice, Hilda stood behind him.

"You don't surprise me. Steady and authentic."

"Shall we go outside once?"

"Hey, wait."

When Hilda returned her heels silently, she turned back on her original path and went outside the labyrinth. Pressured by a kind of unusual atmosphere, it follows. When they went out to the entrance and Hilda told the clerk at the reception about one thing, they gently turned off the smile they had made and walked out mechanically. Walk after the clerk who leads the way. Has Hilda ever been here in any way already, or goes on without taking evil paths like the Beast Road for nothing? Eventually, two men with swords popped up from left to right as they went out into an open flat where a few seemed to be able to camp. Clerks give the cracks to the men before the collectors put their hands on the sword pattern. When the confirmation ends in an instant, the clerk stands with the men on the spot.

"This way, Mr. Klund."

Hilda stands first and divides further into the woods.

"Hilda. I knew it was a lie to be here for the first time."

"Did you find out? The first entrance I went to was for tourists. True, the entrance to the dungeon is secret. It's basically off-limits, except for the people involved."

"Officials, then how do you know? Are you an adventurer, too?"

"No, I've only been here a few times in the main business."

"Main business"

At the end of the beast trail, he obviously went out on a trail where people's hands had been. As I went down the beaten route of the wooden frame along the slope, the scream went into my ear.

"Hey!"

I ran out ignoring Hilda's voice. The zodiac ran through the forest streets at once, hitting a square surrounded by trees.

There was a hell of a picture of a snort cry spread out there.

"Gaaaaaa"

"Help me. Eh?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch. Ouch."

Numerous people were rolling in front of pompous open mouthed caves. Mussillo was laid all over the meadow, and on top of it was the wreckage, although it was clearly mortally wounded.

My intestines are popping out of my torn belly under negative pressure.

Blood-soaked bowels were jumping around as strangely dressed men and women in white clothes stepped on them.

"What, is that a disguise?

"You're a doctor like that bird, and you're a nurse in white."

Hilda answered the collector's question. The doctor wears a bird's couch mask on Tsubahara's hat, and says the woman in red cross dyed clothing on the white is a nurse. Both were after the adventurers who were injured after being commissioned by the Adventurers' Union (Alliance).

From the perspective of the collector from modern Japan, the doctor's outfit only looks like a medieval European sorcerer. He was the type who seemed to use illusionary magic.

I mean, it wasn't suspicious.

Every time a doctor steps on a harrower, the injured man folds into a letter that turns his body like a bicumbicum and a mechanical sprinkle.

On the side, a man who had been burned half his body like a burrito grill was groaning. A scorched, carburized fingertip was poking up against the sky, causing the black smoke to rise.

Next to it, a man not wandering, exposed to his torn back with a large blade, was crushing each and every one with tears.

"Sir, sir."

"What? Oh, I can't get my hands on it right now, succinctly. No, succinctly!

"I'm stepping on my feet, feet, feet."

When the doctor glanced at his feet, he stepped on the colon that was entangled in his shoes with force in his stomach. There was a ripping sound in my bowels, and the contents of the scuttle smelled scattered around me.

"It's too much."

The patient moves his limbs like a dying insect with a leg.

A swinging arm bursts into the wound of a seriously ill patient next door. Red and black blood, mixed with pus, splashed around and wet the mussillo gently.

Doctor, the patient is in pain.

"Leave him alone! Anyway, he won't help! Instead, start treating rich people like that, and you can screw them up. Rather, it's for the world, for people."

"Okay, Doctor. For the world, for people."

A nurse with a child's face recites faithfully. You heard the words, the poor equipped men who lost hope, one after the other. It was a momentum that the ascended soul seemed to be able to see.

The effect was surface.

"Okay, then, no. Yikes. You're the leader of our clan!

"What is it, a leader! You worthless, worn-out whore! You're giving me extra work! I haven't slept in three days."

The doctor screamed as he rattled the masked couch as he kicked the exposed female adventurer that was accompanying the man.

It is just a hell of a picture.

"Wait, if it's money, then it's money. He's my loved one."

A bikini armor-like equipped woman adventurer leads to the doctor's feet as she drips her nosebleed.

Disturbed hair is flaky and snapped on his face. It had a crumbling atmosphere but it was a beauty inside. When the doctor received the leather bag handed to him by the woman, he sprinkled the contents in the palm of his hand before crushing it with dissatisfaction.

"Less. There's nothing you can do about it."

"Well, then, you can like my body for what's missing."

The female adventurer got laid and peeled off her breast cover with both hands.

Plump, popped bell-shaped breasts bounce. White mossy breasts had beautiful bright red buds.

"Whoa."

A collector who was watching over things makes a voice out of himself.

From Hilda, I was given an extremely cold gaze, but I didn't care about that.

"Uh-huh. I've had diabetes for seven years. Yeah!

The doctor kicks his chest as he screams. The woman also lost and climbed to the doctor's waist.

"Please, no, help me. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Sir, sir."

A nurse with a child-face told her calmly, in front of two futilely exuberant people.

"Oh, my God, I'm taking it in"

"He's dead."

"Ahem?

The doctor knelt on the spot, took his pulse and put his hand around his mouth.

The man's throat was dressed to wind and tighten as his harrows circled. The doctor and the female adventurer were involved while they were rubbing.

It was overlapping and unlucky.

Either way, it wasn't a helpful wound.

"You're choking to death."

"No, ahhh!

A woman adventurer covers her face with her hands and cries out.

That, too, was eventually wiped out by numerous groans.

"Do you mean the main business?"

The collectors were traveling to the woodland when the wounded were separated from the lined summary care centers. For in that place it is not fit to talk calmly. I sat side by side when I found a stone that was dry and just right for sitting back. Hilda went on to tell her to exhale like she was tired.

"It was a little rough healing, but now Mr. Klund wouldn't be willing to talk about wanting to be an adventurer. I'm not a gala who preaches to people like this either, so I kind of stuck it on my shoulder."

When Hilda looked up, the collector was roaring with his hand on his chin.

"Oh, did I threaten you too much? Damn, isn't Mr. Klund cute too? Yeah? What, did you care to re-commercialize your mind?

"No, I don't know how to build a hundred grand."

"Hey! What, what, what, what? What have you been caring about me so far, or the soothing pomposity of a system that shows off reality? So, when you become an adventurer, oh well! Well, it's faulty. If it's bad, it's like spilling a cookie cakera. Life is gone! Hey, were you listening? Talk about people! You're a kind of person who doesn't listen to people at all. There are things I can't forgive, no matter how warm I am, and things I can't forgive. Yikes!

"No, you didn't forgive me for both."

"It's the Aya of the Word!

In front of Hilda, who barked his face bright red like a fireball, the possessor stopped arguing. Switch off the brain.

Then, remembering the breast of an earlier female adventurer, she shoved it on her cheek in her delusions.

"Hey, don't look like that. He said he'd be in a better mood."

"Mon."

Then, fifteen minutes later.

Hilda cried when she realized that the collector hadn't heard her story at all.

Besides, it's a cancer cry.

To this, the safekeeper also wolfed violently.

No extravaganza is better than the tears of a woman than in ancient times.

Among other things, the collectors were vulnerable to powerless things like women, children, and animals. Hilda keeps avoiding her gaze when she turns away from the collector.

I was in a diagonal mood.

"Hold on, how can you be so annoying? We haven't known each other for a while."

"It is!... I am also a Sister's sharpener for once. You can't overlook a defenseless lamb jumping on a missouri blade."

"Hmm, so you're going around telling other adventurers what they want."

"Me! Yeah, too, that's really good. I don't want to talk to a rogue volunteer like an adventurer, Mr. Klund."

"Don't say that."

"Mon."

"Let's get along."

"Mon, mon"

As the collector tries to see Hilda's face, she turns away cleverly. The childish trick felt somewhat adorable.

"But that means you were only specifically worried about me. A man would be happy. Hilda is sweet. Thanks."

"Ha ha!?

Hilda turned around, dyeing her white skin in a pompous manner and nagging. I heard the zodiac twitching his body obliquely and his ears close, not like that, not like that, etc. A collector gently turns his arm and holds her shoulder. Hilda, shaking her body perfectly, stopped talking to herself.

"Well, you can tell me everything you know about the dungeon."

"... messing with"

When the collector summed up the information he had heard from Hilda and what he knew:

First, the labyrinth of the abyss (Last Elusion) has a hundred layers to its depths.

All due to ancient documents written in the legend, the lowest layers are shaken away by the existence known as the treasure of the Romless. The official records of the Adventurers' Union (Guild) show that they are supposed to be attacked up to seventeen layers, but since each clan holds a true offensive layer, they don't know who is actually getting to how far.

Maps of officially attacked hierarchies are sold, but are said to be very expensive and only cost one fortune to align from one layer to the seventeenth.

Most importantly, an expensive version of the map is sold on the black market, but it is life-threatening to obtain it cheaply because the route is coarse or intentionally misguided.

In addition, there are numerous clans in the dungeon that continue to hunt in the official strata of offense without deliberately attacking the lower tiers and produce for monsters that can be redeemed, and there are many crimes at stake in the hunting grounds.

Adventurers' unions (guilds) do not officially recognize proprietary rights or the like, but judgment may still prevail when the opinions of clans with high adventure merit are passed, or when a case is discovered, etc.

The Adventurers' Union (Guild) subscription fee is £100,000 and requires three nominees with primary citizenship or higher.

"Neck is money, after all, and the nominee? You know, first class citizenship doesn't mean you've got it all over you."

"Yeah. Generally speaking, you're talking about the luxury of the land where you were born, the extravaganza, the nobility, the scholars, the high priests."

"High priest. Mmm, hey. Maybe even Marco's old man is okay."

"Yes."

Hilda made a face that I should have said openly.

"It is. You still disagree? I'm gonna be an adventurer."

"Nothing. I'm going."

"Absolutely, you look unconvinced."

As the collector looked around, the depressed forest trees were beginning to stain golden.

The sun began to lean west.

The collector, when he roared, loosened his mouth and leaned over Hilda.

"Hehe. I don't know how easy it is to break a woman's mouth, like you."

"Yeah? Are you suddenly turning to a livestock character all the way here? Here, take a few more steps."

Hilda began to twist her hips as she blushed and modged out with her hands on her cheeks.

A collector's knife taps Hilda's forehead gently. She sent a flattering glance as she spoke sweetly.

"What are you doing?"

"No, I'm not, bogus. How to smooth your mouth. That's just one"

"No, Amen."

"So no. Drink until your belly is torn!

The collector imitated tilting the cup, smiling and showing it.

"Oh, yeah"

Did you imagine the colorful things on your own?

Hilda gently snapped her fingers off her hands hanging from the top of her robe onto her shorts as she bit through the crease.