Dungeon+Harem+Master

Early in the morning, before the city woke up, the collectors began to act. Ask the man of the land and soon the rented Cecilio's mansion turns out. A magnificent iron door was embedded in a stone giant gatepost.

"What are you, early this morning? My parents are still off."

A child-like man who was on watch from inside a stuffer by the gate, who turned to the collector holding a large spear, did what.

"Please. I'd like you to meet my parents in person."

"That's why it doesn't make sense to come so early. Parents usually have plenty of alcohol in the evening, and I've been up late for a long time. I don't usually wake up till noon if I don't have business."

"Well, I'll wait here for you"

"There seems to be a lot of finesse. By the way, what exactly are the requirements for parenthood? You can keep your mouth shut in some cases."

"With gold heartless"

"Again. Ah. Damn, my parents are generous, so I always feel free to borrow this guy. You can borrow a little money from the city.... but not in that outfit. I don't know if I can deal with a loan. How much are you going to borrow from your parents?"

"Hey, in just fifty"

"What, if it's only fifty, I can lend it to you. Give me your home and your landlord's name."

"I'm sorry, but maybe my fifty isn't like yours."

"Subari, how much?"

"Five hundred thousand P (pounds)"

The friendly child turned his eyes and fell.

"What, there's some crazy floater on your back?"

Lender Cecilio, who is territorial around Reecefield Street, groaned low as he held his gangling temples at his fingertips with a hangover.

Cecilio will be forty this year. The face was a rather bitter man. Cut long eyes were sharp as razors, and long eagle noses were waxing back plenty of dark hair, reminiscent of the strength of vigor. His back length wasn't that big, but once he walked, he had the intimidation to control the others.

"Hey, he wants to borrow money for everything, and he's pressing questions with Young Ye's."

Enrico, the subletter, answered in a low voice.

"This shit is hot, but I'm having a hard time. It would be a lot of money anyway. Get rid of it with some of your talent. External Evil."

"Whatever that is, he wants to borrow 500,000 p (pounds) or something. It faces the boulevard over there, and there's plenty of stamina to get through. I can't even get my hands on it because I'm in trouble."

"Leave me alone, leave me alone! Kid, I'm sorry, I snagged into such a sunshine in this fucking hot weather, I'll take the liberty of raising my roots! I'm gonna take a bath and then I'm gonna go out. I don't know when I'll be home, but I asked for the rest."

The collector didn't even know the interaction inside, and sat down in front of the gate. The season is midsummer. Sunlight falls directly on the entire body of an unshielded collector. The climate is different from that of Japan. Overall, it is callous. However, despite the low humidity, the temperature rose while looking.

There was no wind in the street. It was windless. It is. Overhead, a huge inlet cloud is boiling. It appeared more and more large because of the lack of tall buildings around. An instant sweat broke out of the entire body of the keeper in the strong sun. The worn-out top and bottom clothes soaked up. The sweat that came out from the next to the next also evaporated instantly so that the glittering sunlight could sear. The sweaty, wet areas reflect sparkling with sunlight. It evaporated and the remaining salt glowed bright white. The collector paid a nod from his ear with his fingertips. Zach, the sound of salt scrubbing the sand.

Along the way, when I thought the gate had opened, a luxurious built carriage appeared.

"Hey, give me a minute!

The collector stands up and screams. He'll probably be inside. Cecilio doesn't even show his face, and he runs straight away to the center of the city.

As the collector sat silently again, he sat back in the form of a mockery of the mansion. The wound from shoulder to flank, which should have been blocked, opened slightly. Blood seeped out of the wound scratching. I endured silently.

And then there was a shadow over my head. When the collector raised his face, there was a figure of Hilda who distorted his face as if he were still crying out. It was as pure white as snow from a wimple worn on his head to a monk's coat that he wore all over himself. She remained silent and closed her eyes with her hands together as she sat next to the collector. Two shadows that do not make it slight move slowly by the motion of the yang.

Where the sun rose completely, thin clouds began to veil the sky. Gradually, gray clouds rush to a low position. It's a turbulent cloud. A collector smelled water on his nose.

The evening began to descend. Strong rain began to beat the body of the collector and Hilda relentlessly. My whole body got wet by chance. Rain legs get stronger and stronger. They stayed in line and still couldn't get the spot. The possessor switched off his brain while being struck by the rain for a distracting long time. It is something that is felt for as long as it is painful. Turn it off and shut off the nerves. It's not very bearable.

Eventually the evening rose. The western sky is stained bright red. Cecilio's carriage will not return. On the other side of the sky, there was a rainbow. Fatigue caused a fine distortion of perspective. Rubbing hard with the belly of your fingers, the landscape gradually returns to normal.

Hilda keeps praying as the collector turns his gaze next to him, illuminated by the red light.

That look, sincere and heartless, was honestly felt beautiful.

That attitude that doesn't make it slight. It was stunning like a piece of religious painting I cut.

The collector looked jiggly at Hilda's side as he narrowed his eyes.

Eventually, the world falls into the dark.

It was blinking, as the stars in the night sky flipped through the jewellery box.

During the day, the temperature drops rapidly, even though it was so hot.

It was shivering cold. Hilda, who grew up as a young lady, will be able to enjoy herself from the core. Still, she didn't make a single weak sound as she shuddered her whole body into small pieces.

I don't have a brother-in-law for her to stick up to this point.

But putting it in her mouth was an act of trampling her feelings on the soles of her shoes.

I could withstand as much of my suffering as I could, but it took me a long time to look directly at how people were hurting.

Eventually, the full starry sky disappeared and the world stained with water.

The morning burn scorches the sky. The clouds were fantastic. Overall, the world is silent. This was as quiet as it was on the ground.

He gazed into his bright red, congested eyes, and the Zao looked up to the sunny heavens that should come again.

The morning burn went out and the sun came down again.

Yesterday, the discomfort index was increasing whether the humidity was rising because of the evening falling.

The sky was thin and cloudy, and the wind was as nil as it was yesterday.

oil-lit,.

The thin sun scorches and illuminates the earth. It was hot enough to just sit still and boil down to the core of my head. The sweat flowing out of the forehead of the treasurer is creating stains on the ground. It became a small pond while I looked at it. The pond eventually evaporated and disappeared.

Nearby residents whispered hissopotamus at the wall.

Eventually, the afternoon passed and sunset began to be seen in the western sky.

A grumpy day was about to come to an end.

In the same way the night comes and the morning comes.

The two didn't move on the spot like statues, as they continued to get sunlight.

Would you have kept sitting down and worshipped the morning burn three times?

Regardless of the body of the collector's iron wall, Hilda's health was close to its limit. It is also difficult to maintain the same posture, and you have not slept properly. It was a fine body and a lot of mental strength. Worth the admiration.

The carriage appeared across the street as Hilda's fine body began to shake from left to right, dyed in the sunset and colored bright red. The children of the packing house rush to open and close the iron gate to the left and right.

You noticed what the collectors looked like, and the carriage stopped on the spot. A small window opened and about forty men turned up. It is Cecilio. He said he would invite the kids from the crawl.

"Hey, how long will this young man and Ni stay here?"

"Hey, all the way from yesterday"

"Ever, ever. Since then, it's been more than three days! Why didn't you let me know, Tang Changki!

"But a parent."

"But Kakashi isn't here either! Just bring me a glass of water.

"Wait."

The collector, with one hand up, controlled the words of Cecilio. As he sat down and drowned his head all the way down, Cecilio jumped from the carriage, hissing in front of the collector.

"Omei, he's young but he's a tough one. Is this Mr. Ni? I shouldn't. I don't care how many temeer women (skeletons) you can't force. Women don't forget these things until later. It's expensive."

"Heh."

"He said he needed money. And half a million pounds."

"Heh."

"What the hell do you use it for? Well, that's it. I don't know what that means."

"Heh."

"This is what I am, and the bend is called parenthood. I don't know if I can lend you this much, but it's half a million pounds. We make things like this, but the truth is it's a fire truck. At least let me hear your name and your home."

"His name is Klund. Give me a break about my place."

"Hmm. Is that the kind of place where landlords get annoyed? I'm not a lender, I don't take interest, but I need you to look after it. Half a million P (pounds) on the day they flew the whole thing. Oh, I wonder what they would say to both Kakaa and my daughter. Whoa, Ni looks like that, too. I was born weak, too."

When the collector pulled out the white sheath on his hips, he handed it to him.

"Ho, this is awesome. I'm not an eyewitness of a sword, but this is a silomon inside. Hey, Linkle. My parents should have been buyers. What do you think of him?"

A man with a black robe, who had refrained next to Cecilio, carefully tested White's body before leaving.

"Parenthood, this guy is a pretty good business. I was wondering if I could afford to buy more than a million P's if I put them on the grind."

"All right, I'll leave this guy with Kata for now. Only, I'll lend you money. Klando, remember."

As Cecilio gently pulls his jaw, the child takes a firm leather bag from the carriage.

The money I finally got sounded sloppy in the arms of the treasurer.

"There must be exactly 500,000 P (pounds) in silver coins. Count it."

As the collector shook his neck to the side, Cecilio pulled out the sword he had placed on his hips and handed it to him.

"I don't know how to dress with a round waist. Take it. It's not as good as yours, but it should work."

When the collector stood up and put a sword on his hip, he fluttered slightly.

Hilda, who was next door, rushed to reach out and support her.

Hilda lost her mind when she smiled weakly and satisfied, trying to reach the foot of the collector.

When the collector reached the silver carriage pavilion carrying Hilda, the area was completely covered in darkness.

We had a light meeting with Bernhard, who was returning, and decided where to meet.

Bernhard is going to go around the weapons store, which used to be his destination, to get geared up. The rendezvous time was set for midnight at 12: 30.

The collector also went out for his last use.

How much time has passed? Returning to the Silver Carriage Pavilion, Hilda was tired or still, resting in a healthy sleep lying on the sleeping table.

The collector kept looking at the blurry lights of the store across the street, which was open as usual. No matter how much I kept thinking, I couldn't think of an effective way to break the magic of the peradan.

Only one thing, if there was light, was the power of Bernhard as this one's human margin.

Bring it up for discussion even if you can't win. If I could help Lacey, it would have been a definite victory. Yeah, and Hilda woke up with a little groan. As she looked around and figured out where she was, she found herself and took a breath.

"Um, Mr. Klund. You're going to help Lacey, aren't you? I knew it."

The collector was silent looking out into the pale light.

"Um, are you confident you can fight an amazing magician and win?"

"No."

Hilda froze to the spot with such a stunned face that she could tell at night.

That wasn't the word she wanted. Just win. I wanted one thing to make sure he came home victorious. This is the difference between the Romless and the Japanese. There are parts of the Japanese that always think about the worst consequences of anything and get drunk about it. The aesthetic of doom, is it? In contrast, only a happy ending was in Hilda's head.

"Bye. Also, don't you run away! Look, you got the money, didn't you? And then let Mr. Bernhard take care of it and let the two of you escape! Hey!"

"There's no way I can do that. Plus, Hilda. Are you sure you can abandon Lacey?"

"You can't do that, can you?"

As Hilda jumped off the sleeping table, she clung to the chest of the zodiac and spilled a large tear in tears. I covered my face with both sleeves when I made a desperate but unsuccessful cry with a crying expression, not to mention a woefully high cry.

"I, Mr. Klund, I think, am strong. I felt like a knight in a painting story. But reality is so full of blood, I can't stand my teeth at all. Me, I got scared, and I got you covered, and you ran away. You can't beat that kind of bucket opponent. Isn't that nice? Right. Let's get out of here. Mr. Klund, may I feed you as much as I do. So, so."

"I'm not running. Running away here means turning your back from your fate and staying alive beyond. I can't stand that kind of life."

"Ugh, uh-huh."

"Oh, man."

As Hilda cried out, she took off what she was wearing from one end and sat down on her sleeping table.

White skin is sifting with the slightest light coming from the shop on the table.

"Then take me too"

"Why are you taking it off?"

"You don't want to die without knowing the joy of a woman."

A silver tear streamed down Hilda's cheek.

The collector, as he narrowed his eyes gently, held her thin back with both hands, snatching her lips.

Cum, and squirm kiss like a little bird.

When I look up, Hilda's eyes stare hot at the zodiac.

From his lips, the pink tongue he saw moves glossy.

I no longer needed words. The collector approached Hilda with his sleeping quarters tucked away.

"It's my first time. So."

"Oh, I got it."

"I'm embarrassed."

As the collector held Hilda, he stared at his moist eyes from the front.

"Hilda, pull yourself out."

"Please. No more, kiss, do."

The collector gently turned her hand away, covering her face with shame, lips together, as she leaned against Hilda's tiny body. Try to be greedy and intertwine your tongues and tongues with each other.

The two shadows become one at the same time as Hilda's hands are turned around the head of the treasurer.

A warm breeze blew in as I rang the window frame.

The clock that was by the bedside turned around midnight.

Leaving the aftertaste of the earlier affair, Hilda, finishing her discipline, went to the collector who was retightening her boot strings as she tided her cheeks.

"Come on, let's stick around and go rescue Lacey. Good. Phew, you know Mr. Klund, but what a user of sacred magic I am. It's a treat from recovery to auxiliary, actually! It will help, I am!

When Hilda laid her hips on both hands and proclaimed, she put on a white cane of ivory and took a proper stance. When the collector smiles bitterly, he takes Hilda's hand and walks out.

"Heh, heh. That's right, that's right. You just have to be honest and act like a gentleman."

The collector kept walking silently down the boulevard as he left the silver carriage pavilion.

At first, Hilda had a happy look on her face, but she frowned when she realized that the destination was not the first meeting place she had heard.

"Hey, hey, Mr. Klund. Maybe you're on the wrong path."

There are no shadows on the street. Moving along the side of the street was about a wild dog gathered for raw garbage in a restaurant.

"Hey, hey, I knew it wasn't. It's not this way!

"No, that's okay. We'll be there soon."

"Soon."

Maybe. Anxiety spreads greatly throughout Hilda's chest, even as she is drawn.

Turning around the corner of the boulevard you obviously know, there was a building there that you were familiar with.

"Hey, that's a lie, isn't it? I don't know."

When the collector pulled with the strength of Guru and Hilda's hand, he made him stand before the cathedral gate to announce his visit aloud.

"Open the door, open the door!

They were showing each other, and the main door slowly opened as they made a humming noise.

There, the bishop Marco and several sisters stood by with candlesticks.

"Seven days have passed since the deadline. Sister Hildegard does give back to the church!

In the unlikely way, Hilda looked up at the collector's face. I put my hand on the headscarf and made it sound good.

"I got the most important thing from you. I can't believe you gave me my life."

The collector silently moved away from the cathedral as he heard Hilda scream.

The sisters I was waiting for wanted to pull over Hilda's body and try to hold it down, but they were trying to pull it off with enough force to figure out where that little body had that power.

My heart ached so that my stomach would be cut off a thousand times when the voice that led to the treachery of the treasurer eventually turned into a thin, long cry.