Dungeon+Harem+Master

On the way home, it was so unusual as Hilda's sneeze. I was always talking in the carriage and when I was walking down the road.

Originally, it was to such an extent that it was not so noticeable to the person who knew it because it had a large mouth count, but it was obviously touching the body of the collector more frequently. When the carriage rocked, it leaned on its shoulders, when it was walking down the road and the pebble jumped, it took its hand, and when it wiped its dirty face and clothes in a public water field with return blood, it looked like the couple it had accompanied for many years.

You know, I wasn't losing my cool by being conscious of other people's eyes. It was a clever balance that people didn't fall to the point of frowning at the wind that it was too much.

But the collector only regarded Hilda's state of excitement as a transient thing.

The facts are different.

Meanwhile, it was about Dorothea that occupied the head of the collector. Alexander's words revolve around his head. Next week, the Joshua Chamber of Commerce will also hang a bounty of five million P (pounds) (* about 50 million yen) on Dorothea. Human life was broken in this world of dust and mustard. In this world where even tens of thousands of p (pounds) would be the exchange of life, the above prices were sufficient to attract the hungry beasts. Dorothea's skill is jumping through, but there was a glimpse of strange weakness in her mental strength. It would be easier if I forgot and thought it was irrelevant, but once it came to mind, I was no longer even left to think about anything else. First of all, I haven't even grasped the exact location of the original girlfriends' lair. All the collectors could do now was pray that they could keep running.

"What's the matter, did you get hurt somewhere?"

"No."

Continue to erode the spirit of the treasurer, like a small bone stung in the back of his throat. On days like these, the more you bathe, the more you want to drink. The atmosphere was important to get drunk. The brilliant light of day does not intoxicate the brain by stimulating sound morality. Fortunately, the sun is falling and it's getting dark around. In this sense, it had been an easy time to tilt the scuffle.

The light lit on the city lights sears the tired figure of the collector. The look on Hilda's face, who was looking at his shoulder-dropped back, also restored calm and had a smaller mouth count. After a day of labor, people are on their way home with laughing and comforting fatigue with a pleasant look. This is how the day passes. Hilda, born of nobility, was originally unrelated to labor, but the collector, who was typically Japanese, felt a strong sense of shame without being rubbed by a diligent crowd wave at the end of an unproductive day. Is that an ethnic habit, or even if I decided to live my life enjoyably, there was a part of me that couldn't be a traveler to the bone marrow. Someone strives to sweat, things are built and snails. Or strike something in the invisible part. The zodiac learns the illusion that he is sometimes a twenty day rat who keeps spinning the wheel that does not move at all. He was not an extremely serious student. Sometimes I feel that there are so many parts of me that I can't obsess with things and people that I wonder if I have personality flaws. Little did I get out of the lecture, I sweated on my part-time job and killed my time, and I had myself squandering the precious money I did so at no cost.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

The zodiac stopped walking and saw Hilda's face walking beside him. I look closely at my face again in the reddish light of the slightest lamp. It's a stunning beauty. Beauty says she gets bored in three days, but that's not the dimension. The face of the woman the collector tried to attract attention to at the concoction even seemed like a mudworker who couldn't do it if Hilda was in front of him. Reality was always faint in that sense as well. Anytime, I get the illusion that I'm in a dream. Perhaps the brain is balancing naturally.

Anyway, I want to get drunk fast. Make your stride fast and head to the silver carriage pavilion.

"Hey, do something about it. Why, have you just seen my face? Um, what did you say?"

Hilda went for a small run. When the collector stuck his arm in his chest, he ascertained the presence of a sneezed portrait, shook his head and bit his back teeth.

It is in view that after a while there is a series of stores that we are somewhat familiar with. There was a Lacey in a red dress in front of the silver carriage pavilion.

"It's too late. Where have you been, Klando?"

Lacey, who found herself a collector, loosened her face as relieved. The rich breasts that wave against the poor expression are glossy. Lacey imitated hitting the chest of a collector with one hand before finally realizing what Hilda looked like standing close to him.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, I am the Sister of the Church, whose name is Hildegard von Schponheim, who has laid down your guiding role over Bishop Marco. Starting today, I'll take care of you for about seven days. There are a lot of unfamiliar things about the customs of the city people, but they're probably unknown youngsters. I apologize for all the inconvenience, but thank you for everything"

Hilda smiled at Gual as she told him in a lucid voice, staring straight into Lacey's eyes with her even elegant waist.

Lacey's relaxed expression stifled in an instant, switching to a bewildered gaze at the possessor.

"Hey, what's going on? What's a bishop? I'm not looking for a job today."

"Oh, meet someone I know for a while and get there."

"You're on your own, too."

"Hey, what the hell?"

Lacey leaned over to the collector to show him in a prodigious manner that she would never normally do more than she could understand herself. Regardless of the fact that Sister was the one the collector brought in, I couldn't forgive the point that she was a young and beautiful woman. The collector, the man I just met yesterday, wasn't supposed to be so close or missed.

But when I saw the two of them standing close to each other, there was also stuffiness from the unreliable men who were the storekeepers in the evening, and I felt the starch simmering in my chest asexually stirred together.

instinctively created a charm to be driven by a dark passion. Confirming that Sister's face in front of him was slightly tight with a quiet grin, Lacey was bringing a fumble of voices that no one could hear in the back of her throat.

I don't feel like making a scene today.

When the collector told Lacey so, he was quietly carrying to his mouth the liquor and knobs he had made him sit back on the sleeping table in the large room he was renting. From downstairs, the noisy voices of the men and the loud noises that make them tread. In front of me was Hilda pulling the chair on the pillow and sitting back on it a little bit. From the open window, the wind blows at night enough to feel cold. As I stretched my fingertips to smoke alcohol at my leisure at the moment I became Kara, Hilda, with a cold look, took up the bottle and soaked it away from me. A thick glass is filled with amber alcohol. The collector let him pretend to tremble lightly, seeing Hilda, who kept staring at himself and not making him slight.

"Whoa, what the hell. The face. What do you mean you don't like it? Don't worry, I don't want you to get along with me tonight."

"I'm not impressed."

"Huh."

"I'm talking about that sucker named Lacey. I don't think she's going to do anything for Mr. Klander."

"Why are you being so aggressive? Did you hide your shoes from him?"

It's a woman's fault.

Hilda said that, she snorted and smiled lightly to show.

As the collector silently placed the jab, he stretched his fingers and twisted Hilda's little nose up.

"Higging!? What are you doing?"

"Shut up - bogus. I'm a pimp who wants to have fun drinking. Be patient. - Don't talk."

"And shiatsu. I tried being a mysterious woman, but no. Ugh. My nostrils are so sad. Besides, I didn't feel like making a scene earlier."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, you bastard. I guess I'm determined to want to make a scene when I'm in the mood for alcohol. Hey, tough guy. Something, do it, do it!

"Yeah, do you want to take it there with this story, normal"

"Mogu"

"No, oh, please don't have one. Uh, oh, too. I get it. Because I understand. Well, thank you for being a Sister."

"I knew it. If I were you, I might see something new."

"You're definitely drunk, you don't act like that in a syrup, normal"

"Don't think you can keep me in the normal frame. Damn, I even showed that Michael the art of putting his body up and holding his nose. You're a woman you can't even put on the wind of a performer."

"I'm not an artist."

"Damn, just complain. Uh, yeah, that's all I got. When it comes to sitting art, it's me!

"What, what is it? Hey, please paddle the Mogi system. How drunk are you? There are good things to do and bad things to do."

Defending with two hands with his nose crossed like Hilda was frightened, he lags behind. I tried to chase him, and the collector jumped off the bunk.

"... Game of Original Right Darkness. It's a baseball fist."

"What is it? I feel severely in danger."

"It's my fault. Now explain the rules."

The collector explained the rules of baseball fisting by chewing it up towards Hilda, who was shrinking. Although it was much more time consuming to tell me what Grandpa meant before that. I talked back and forth many times because the drunkenness is turning around feeling good.

"No, sir."

"Ha"

"Normally I don't like it. Why should I take it off? I don't think we should be playing games in the first place."

"I mean it."

Staring into Hilda's eyes. She humiliated herself as she stuck her toes and index fingers in front of her.

"This is because there are so many people here that I'm not sure I can help myself if I feel like riding along the way. In that case, what should I do with my lit body? You'll take responsibility, I mean, hey, whoa."

"I like rights, demands, consignments, but I don't like the words responsibility, duty, restraint."

"It would be, hey, I thought so!

"Shoulder weakness."

"Hey!

It is all meaningless, such as talking about booze seats. The collector collapsed after wrapping a plump tube around Hilda's opponent. On the other side of my vision, the red light is tickling. I wake up drunk sooner or later. What I would never remember was that this other world was true.

The next day, I woke up with the sound of rain grains hitting the house. The collector was sleeping with his sword in the corner of the floor. As Lacey or Hilda peeled off the blanket that would have put on me, she stretched gently down the spiral stairs.

"Ohhh."

"Morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Krander."

Three people, Lacey, Bernhard and Hilda, who had already woken up, each threw a greeting. Hilda is still wearing a cat. That's about a dozen, too.

The collector waved his hand over his head gently and said good morning, his stretched long hair stirred up and rinsed the dark eyed coffee that Bernhard had put in.

Lacey and Hilda were chatting with each other in a friendly, friendly way when they struck out with each other after yesterday's subtle encounter.

"Shopping? Fine, but you're going all the way with the three of us."

Bernhard's made it for me, and when I finished eating toast and boiled egg snacks, it was either from the story stream or they were going to accompany my two daughters shopping. I was somewhat concerned about the membership fee for the Adventurers Union (Alliance) and Alexander's move, which I missed yesterday.

The place to shop today was the grocery store. The Silver Carriage Pavilion says that most of the ingredients used every day are determined by the supplier and only basic enough to buy a little something that is occasionally missing. It's falling, but it keeps raining. It was normal for humans in this world to act without concern except for the heavy rains that were so basic.

Hilda and Lacey also go out as usual with little regard for the weather. If it rained, it would have been a severe cultural shock at first, but I was used to it already, for a collector from Japan who was always in the habit of umbrellas no matter how light it rained. Perhaps not, the woman's shopping was a pointless waste of time.

Hilda and Lacey have a reputation for small in-store craftsmanship tools that are so naive that they don't even want to see them for their hands. Observed from a third-party perspective, the lead was clearly held by Lacey. They would be just about a high school girl in Japan from their age. The appearance is the white man himself, but yeah, the way it came and snubbed around felt lovely to the collector.

Lacey, who had done the accounting earlier, dropped by in a light foothold as the collector stood at the end of the house.

"Hehe, I bought a lot of stuff. I'm sorry, I couldn't make it today."

"Fine. They're feeding me a raised meal."

"Hilda, too, when it first happened, it felt like uh-huh, but when I talked to her, she was such a good girl. Something's a little off, though."

"He's a little sloppy, and you're pretty weird, too."

"Uh, hey, I'm aware of that."

Lacey looked up at the sky holding a paper bag. Until yesterday, the heavens, which were clear every day, are covered with dark grey rain clouds. Still, I didn't feel too uncomfortable sticking around my body because of the basically low humidity.

"Hey, where were you yesterday? What were you doing? Blood, lots of clothes on it."

"Oh. Hey, I'm done. It's okay now."

Lacey had pitiful eyes as she glanced at the long sword of the white sheath lowered to the lower back of the collector.

"Hey, Klund came to this city to be an adventurer after all"

"Yes."

"I hear adventurers are so dangerous. I wish I could, I don't want Klander to do that. It would be extra."

Hilda told me.

"Hopefully, I'll be glad to help you with the store."

"Lacey. Apparently, that's as far as fun chatting goes"

Lacey hardened herself when she noticed that the collector had set herself up and saw that about five men had gathered in front of the store. They are all unreliable men who yesterday planted evil on Marya at the store of the Silver Carriage Pavilion. If you work for Lender Cecilio, you got a good idea that you're not a legitimate person. Unlike yesterday, all the men approach silently. He stood with a dagger in his hand. He has cornered eyes like a hungry rabid dog. Every man had a brand new blue bruise he had just made on a part of his face.

"You're Lacey. Because of your pussy, we had Cornelio's brother take care of us. I want you to come with me today, no matter what."

Scared by the men approaching him, Lacey hid behind the treasurer's back.

"Why, hey, ha. We're the Cecilios who cry and shut up. I can't see him!

"Oh man, there are too many idiots in the world to wait for"

As the collector sighs, the force enters Lacey's fingers, which were gripping the hem of her coat.

"Lacey, please be a little. Get rid of the garbage."

"Bastard!"

The collector was pulling out the long sword before the man shook up the dagger. The holy sword "White Blade” is a straight blade. Return the Peak of the Sword. When I thought half a circle ran windy, I rolled down the road like a man who was occasionally struck in the face and torso was bounced. Though it was a steel stick, it could have died instantly if it had been broken down.

Here, there was a difference between the perceptions of men and collectors.

Though a Yakuza, it is the difference in values between a human being who has never stepped out of a place where a certain amount of security was preserved: Silver Villago, and the human life of a collector who has kept slashing people to breathe.

"Yikes, come on, come on, whoa!!

The man was painfully beaten from the front of his face, rolled to the side of the road with plenty of nosebleeds scattered and smothered. Bright red blood spreads more and more over wet cobblestones in the rain. It wasn't so much quantitatively, but the visual effect was adequate.

"This oops."

Was it for my brother among the men, a man poked straight in from the front with a short knife in place to show his courage?

But I guess it's sad. His gaze was uncertain and his hips were completely drawn.

I could see it as an arm that had never hurt a person.

As the collector ran his long sword horizontally, he struck out in the form of an interception of the man's torso. When he felt the response to crushing his sternum, the man began to vomit violently as he broke himself into two screams.

Probably didn't mean to do it in earnest so far. Outside the silver carriage pavilion. The only thing is there's no such thing as a troublesome man named Bernhard. One little girl named Lacey would find out all around her nose, and as a result of going out in a light mood, it was the inflexible man who kept on his blood-washing journey waiting for them. Like scattering spider children, the men fled the scene in unison. The collector pulled when he grabbed the roots of a man crouching in a stomped pain.

"Hey, wait. What the hell are you doing attacking Lacey? Did Yakuza ask you to do it?"

"Hiya, you're not. It's true that Bernhard at the Silver Carriage Pavilion owed us money. Whoa. Yesterday, I just made a threat at the urging. Today, don't say anything."

"Lacey, is that true?"

"Yeah. It's true that the silver carriage pavilion was a fire truck, so I think it was probably true that my father owed money from Mr. Cecilio. Even yesterday, I kind of noticed. I've never heard anything like that happen all of a sudden."

"They just asked me for the cost of going. Give me a break. I tried to expose Lacey today when a strange man called Peradan forced me to do it for my brother Cornelio!!

The man opened his eyes slightly when he shouted that far, spitting out his lobster and blood bubbles. When I shifted my gaze to the chest, something invisible was stabbing through the man's chest plate. A tingling sensation irritates the spine uninterrupted. As the collector took his hand from the man, he held the sword firmly and looked back. I saw a shadow from the other side of the road.

Unexpectedly, the flow of the black clouds in heaven quickened and the rainfall intensified.

The man was dressed oddly. He was completely wearing a white mask and a grey coat from his shoulders. The tall was about as tall as the collector's and the whole body was meaty as tight. I have a cane in my hand with a strawberry tree sharpened and a crystal buried on the tip. I have no idea how old I am, but I could see the sagginess without some gaps in my movements.

"I'll see you first. Simon Klund, I'm the magician's peladan. See you later. But that's just what I've done to defeat that bloody Gilly. Yesterday, you were good in the woods. As a swordsman, you can pass."

"Why, you know me"

"Matters necessary for the achievement of the objective will be examined up to the point of finesse. It's the basics of adventurers. And Lacey Appleyard. You and I, we met for the first time, but you don't think so. Not at all, it's emotional. But I don't have much time to be immersed in emotions either. Will you come with me?"

When the peladan took a step without sound, the collector stood up to block it.

"Yes, well, there's no way I can give Lacey to someone as suspicious as you. Not at all, Mawriku. If you want to come, you can do it yourself."

"Hum. But I was the first to use Lacey. Oh, even then, Klando. You interrupted me, didn't you? Lacey, don't you remember seeing a brother named Oldy and Youngdy?"

"We met, but I didn't know what they were up to."

"You're in trouble. You come to me, and Bernhard's convinced."

"Dad, you're lying!

"Hey, like a peladan. Suppose you give me Lacey, what are you going to do?"

"What are you going to do?

Peladan laughed loudly as he raised his voice high at the moment. Lean back and let the voices echo around you filled with joy that makes you want to block your ears. Heavy rain like heaven falling out slaps the white mask hard. With recoil, golden hair peeks through slightly uneven gaps.

"Apparently, tea, yes. Sayonara's not the problem."

"Klund. Apparently, we really need to defeat you in order to accomplish our purpose. Let's just give it one chance. I don't have a grudge against you. If you want to close your eyes here, you won't have any particular hands from here in the future. Not that it's a deal."

Peladan let him open the contents when he took the small box out of his nose.

Violet blue shines brilliantly even in the dim.

Small grain, but its brilliance was beautiful.

"I present this gem. It's extremely valuable. Even if you beat it up and sold it, 200,000 P (pounds) will not be lowered. If you are suspicious, you can escort them to the Adventurers Union (Alliance) direct store with this leg. With all that funding, it's natural to be the adventurer that was your dream, and you can assemble your well-armed buddies to form a clan. I know, I must have had one rampage at the Adventurers Union (Guild) office. Rumors are spreading fast in this industry. You want to try the dungeon. In that place, all dreams are buried. If you succeed, grabbing a thousand dollars is not a dream. Now, that's how a stray builds a fortune and so on. Isn't it just one woman? If you're a man, you should try. I'm going to grab the money. That way, you won't even wake up in a boiling bed of silver-carriage pavilion silverware anymore. You can build a small house and rip off as many young female slaves as you want. With Kyouraku, you can make the most of the vices of your life."

To be honest. It makes me lie when it comes to not having my heart moved by the words of Peradan.

Today's collectors are so close to nothing that they can't even buy away the credentials of an adventurer.

Reminds me of my journey to today. I kept walking with my legs as a stick down a road that didn't even have a map for days. A single grain of rice, a piece of breadcrumb, did not go into my mouth, but it became routine for me to go on and on for ten days. On hungry days, drink rainwater on the side of the road to soothe the dryness. I bellied, mouthed rotten food, and roared with sweat on my forehead. Spend time rounding yourself up like a wild dog on the side of a road without a single blanket. Sometimes they blurred ahead of the bandits and slashed each other many times.

Forced to be summoned to prison by an untranslated world.

I left Maggot, abandoned Marika, abandoned Dorothea, left Sizka, and put Miriam in this hand, breaking up with Grace.

Until then, if you say it's all up to you.

But it's only because it's right that I'm angry, and the blackness stuck in my chest doesn't disappear.

There's no smudge here, and even if I lied about living all I wanted, it was all close to being strong. In different worlds where there is no one to know, even if they drown wild, there is not even a man to pray with his hands together.

I stared at Lacey's stiff face.

I have wet, sandy hair sticking to my face.

I caught up with the gaze of the collector.

The meticulous gaze and the colour of her eyes made me think of the jeans that had left her behind.

"Most of all, you're not Krander riding such a cheap petten. Look, Peladan. I came up with a plan to blow my worries away without staying. You know what I mean?

"Absolutely."

"In the meantime, slash Temei to make sure the jewels are true and false. If it's fake, shatter your wreckage and flush it down the river. If it's real, I'll drink it overnight with Lacey. What do you say?"

I could see Lacey's eyes opening wide as she was struck by the rain grain that would no longer shake her to slap her.

Lacey reached out to me in a lonely world where I can't even get a prayer.

I couldn't let the inexcusable collector of sweetness hang on to the option of trumpeting her.

"That's a good idea, I'll do the same. What should be spared is that the negotiations have been broken? That's a shame. This hand picks up the future of the glorious young."

Peradan confidently put up his wand.

The sound of rain coming down wraps you both up.

It was at the same time that the collector set his long sword on the upper stage and the peradan waved down his wand.

"Ice Arrow (Ice Shot)"

When the raised crystals glowed bright blue, the ice columns were struck out multiple times.

The collector tosses his body toward the cobblestone. I felt a burning pain in my left arm as I rolled through the pungent reservoir.

A hard, icy arrow was stabbing deep through his left arm. The torn coat stains with flowing blood. When I managed to wake up, the blue and white light glistened again in front of me. Shortly after waving his sword, he took a distance while rolling in a serious outfit. It continues to determine the point where the ice fangs that are released have avoided. A crushed piece of stone struck the universe in heavy rain.

"Do you slap that big mouth and all you can do is run around? Then there's not too much art at all."

"Jack Sparrow is next, Harry Potter. Damn, you're not gonna bore me!

It was the first confrontation between an enemy who is a mage to a collector. Surely, just running around, as Peradan put it, will sooner or later end up with an arrow of sorcery, which is a long-range attack. There is no time to be frightened by pain or fear. It was time to put up a fight. The collector stuffed the distance at once with his left arm in front of his face. Stay low and jump up at once. They can only eject three or four ice columns at a time. You should be able to endure it if you have the body of Immortality Crest Immortality Red.

"So what about these hobbies?"

Peladan pointed the cane towards the store side. Somewhere in the day, the collector was reassured that the peladans would never target Lacey.

In fact, that wasn't a mistake.

Ahead of Peladan pointing his cane, there was Hilda's face out of the store after finishing accounting.

It was like you didn't understand the situation, it was a relaxed look.

Blood draws at once from the whole body.

Peradan stands within full range.

I was confident I would break the sorcerer exposed to the defenseless side with a long sword.

But in that case, Hilda's life could not be guaranteed. Her body would be torn to pieces if she received an ice arrow directly from the front that had as much arms as an adult. You're literally dying of pointless stupidity. Retaining your life will leave you with scars that will not heal for the rest of your life. The tip of the magician's wand further enhances brightness. At the same time as the chant of the peradan, he turned himself and exposed himself to the rays heading towards Hilda.

Lacey or Hilda.

The collector heard a scream calling his name, interrupted in pain. He received no ice fangs from his lower abdomen. From the core of his head, he runs a severe pain that burns to his toes. My whole body got hot and cold to freeze. He stopped breathing as he fell sideways. The rain was strangely lukewarm. For a moment, I get distracted and my consciousness is about to be cut off. I was forced to swallow the blood bubbles that had crept up from my mouth to stay conscious. I gave all my strength to the toes of my numb-cut feet.

The battle isn't over yet.

It's not over, motherfucker.