Dungeon+Harem+Master

Registration fee, 100,000 p (pounds sterling).

Attachments of the three nominees.

To register for the Adventurers' Union (Guild), two more difficult questions stood as if.

But the collector exhausted his hand and got three escorts.

Namely, Cecilio, Head of the Liesfield Street Vigilante Corps, Marco, Superior Bishop of the Diocese of Silver Villago, Hildegard, fifteenth son of the Earl of Schponheim,.

Having completed these two requirements, there was no longer any concern for the collectors with regard to joining the Alliance. Most importantly, it was Hilda who prepared the documents and also collected the accompanying documents, but is that your favorite place?

What the collector did was about walking into the office with documents.

He was surprisingly good when it comes to using people.

"Chip...... you sure don't have any deficiencies in the paperwork. Reluctantly, the union does accept the registration of Mr. Clando Simon."

Nellie, the guild's receptionist, gently tongued, stamped the union's mark on the deed.

If you can't afford this, you're about to attach one of the best to her attitude, but only today it's a complete victory.

The zodiac sent his dear wink clumsily with one eye closed with an invincible grin.

"What is it, miserable? I'll cancel your registration."

Nelly sent a scornful gaze to see the rotten little animal's guts on the side of the road.

"Come on, you wouldn't have the authority to do that. It's going to be a long relationship from now on. They're coming along."

"Pei."

Nelly spit in the palm of the offered collector. It is an outrageous act that kicks a sign of friendship. Even your keeper can't forgive this. With a thin, spare grin, he tongued and licked the spit thrown up in his palm.

"Perverts, perverts, perverts!

Nelly looked bright red and shook her hair and yelled. People gather around the counter for a few things, but when I saw the face of the collector I got fed up and walked away softly because I had sold quite a few faces the other day during the noise.

We are all very busy.

"Phew, you like me"

"... I was watching you sweetly. The perversion of filth called you. From now on, I'll treat you like a beast, not a human, so please don't freak me out."

"Teaser. You're going to be my thing. Damn, hot guys are tough."

"I never thought this job of dealing with people would be this painful, either. No, you weren't a person. It's Klund."

"Dude, that's a first name all of a sudden. I'm not being honest."

"I'll give you this one first"

"Ignore me... what is this?"

The treasurer asked while entertaining the silver tag handed to him. The tag is one piece and can be folded in the middle. It was made so that a leather string could pass through the top and be lowered from the neck.

"That's the Adventurer's Individual Recognition Form (dog tag). The name and recognition number have been stamped and are mainly useful when collecting the corpse of the Totoro Klund from the dungeon. And we also have a pass because we can dive into the labyrinth on a direct route from the underground aisle of this office. Please do not hesitate to let us know that we undertake a reissue for a fee in case of damage or disappearance. Mostly when I'm off."

"There's a lot of stuff I want to poke at, but I dare you to come through. I mean, it's a combination of identification on death and the guild's membership card."

"That's right, you're a poorly understood monkey. Excuse me, that's bad for monkeys. Garbage."

"Why did you fix it better for the worse? I'm not being honest. If I succeed in my deepest offense, I won't sign."

"I'd rather have a will prepared than practice signing."

"I will definitely make you my meat slave. I'll make you lick your scrotum day and night."

"You're a loud inhuman. Even though you have to feel honored just to speak with a beautiful woman like me."

"Don't call yourself a beauty.... Oh, aren't you hairy down there on the amulet?

"That kind of thing, please go home and ask your mom. You virgin."

"How much? Not a virgin."

"Amateur virginity. I wish I had an STD and died."

The collector, who deepened his heartfelt friendship with the receptionist Nellie, left the Guild's office today to keep it for registration only and to be interested in future good deeds. We retrieved Hilda, who had something sweet situated at the coffee shop across the street, and headed home to the Shylock mansion.

To thank you again the other day.

To be honest, I was also interested in the very profession of slave trader.

It is a man's dream to cast off a beautiful female slave.

One day it was not the crown, but one day it was one of the whispering dreams that lived to this day with the flesh-slave eulogy in his chest.

Walk on the road, chatting with Hilda. She was also a beautiful girl well above standard, but the woman of reality had a fierce ego and was close to impossible to treat as the collector thought.

It is impossible, for example, to treat a woman as a man wishes.

Rather, the combination of skin had removed Hilda's last wall, which had hitherto been with the collector. When this happens, a woman doesn't know that she's reluctant. It was the end of my mouth coming out to the use of forks when eating rice, the lawlessness of walking, and the shades of clothing. The keeper, reluctant to be restrained, showed defiance by the way, as wild dogs reacted with refusal to be connected to a collar. Still, too young to know a man at all, she tries to fit the keeper in the template the way she thinks it is. That point was tolerant for what Lacey knew the world better.

Human desire knows no boundaries. The collector learned about the inconvenience of renting a home for the first time. I didn't feel comfortable with anyone and wanted my own home to behave in full.

On top of that, I would definitely like to have a slave. You have to have it. Dissenting opinions are sealed.

The collector had almost responded to Hilda in the sky above.

"Mr. Klund, how was it - if you're registering. Have you been able to say hello?"

"I'm not a kid. Really, I could sign up. Thanks for everything."

"No, you're welcome. 'Cause it's a natural act as a partner."

"Eh."

"Eh."

The two often stare silently.

Eventually, the collector walked out as if nothing had happened.

"That's it, when my adventure finally begins, don't get hot on your chest."

"Hey, what's the silence now"

"No, it doesn't mean anything profound. Oh, don't follow me because it hurts. Ouch!"

Hilda twisted the thighs of the treasurer, plumping with cheeks.

"Hmm. Anyway, you must have been stretching under your nose to your beautiful receptionist. Not at all, no alarm, no gap."

"You know exactly what I mean."

Hilda's eyes stained with hatred, and the collector frightened.

"From now on, I'll be with you inside the office, too. By the way, Mr. Klund has no right of veto."

He was a keeper with nothing but a nod.

The collector turned his gaze to the crowd in front of him as he was tucked around by Hilda.

"What is it, in the middle of this road"

A small Hilda jumps up to see the end of the hedge. The collector, pulling Hilda's hand, caught on the crowd's ass and spoke out.

"Shit, I can't get through. Excuse me for a second."

The collector leapt ahead as he sewed through the crowd to cut his hand knife in a Japanese way.

There was noise in the central part of the street, just about five metres from the crowd.

There was a boy dressed like noble to see and his surroundings sitting and reprimanding one girl on the ground.

"Hey, what the hell kind of noise is this? I wonder if the noblemen over there might be the boss of the tall mansion."

"Ooh, Mr. Oyaji the butcher. Surrounded by those surroundings is your lord, Uncle Andrew, a bad aristocrat named Haidal who also brings you to a gate. Also, oh and humiliate the proud slaves in public. I can't stand it. Don't you have someone else?"

"Is that the Haidal in this city's nose knob a kid? You look hateful to see. But the other person is noble, and it would be the slaves at his place who are making it comforting. Anyway, if she's a tough girl, she can't have any opinions on her slave opponents."

"I guess all we can do is hope that girl can't do it badly at best. Damn, I don't have a good chest."

The collector turned his gaze forward again, listening to the conversation between the two men speaking loudly. Everyone in the crowd cares about slaves at the tip of their mouth, but he lurked his breath in curiosity at the brutal celebrations that would now begin in his eyes to see the frivolity.

Heydal was about seventeen or eight years old, not as hateful a face as he was said to be.

Rather, it has a beautiful, feminine appearance with soft golden hair and light gray eyes.

Sophisticated and luxurious clothing suited him well. He was a boy with a gentle look.

Around him, three obedient, magnificent men scolded one slave with a lowly face. Heydal didn't even try to blame it, but rather smiled at the crowd in a conscious manner, crouching down to the spot and looking at the slave before pulling the chain on the collar.

"Hey, Laura. Do you have any idea why you're seeing this terrible thing right now?

Haidal asked in a calm tone with his eyes sparkling.

When I was old, the faces of the girl slaves, who looked about twelve or three, were dirty with dust and tears, but the dark eyes of the slice length and the glossy black hair flowing, were so beautiful that they stirred.

Meaty was not the type of abundance, but rather a beautiful girl who was overall luxurious, thin and unreliable.

"I don't know, your husband. Why do you imitate such an innocuous person? You've been so gentle."

Laura looked upwards at her husband's eyes in resentment.

In fact, she has spent half her time in the mansion openly treated like a princess since she was bought by Haidal.

I just cursed my fate when I was sold off as a slave. However, her life changed every night when she received the favor of her husband.

Speaking of treatment, it was all about the delicacies of the mountain sea, and what passed through the skin was ultimately so fine that it was unthinkable in a poor homeland.

Sleepy dreamy days suddenly turned around.

Laura was in a silk dress in a carriage until earlier and is now rolled to the side of the road in underwear identical to half naked. This was the thing about turning from extreme ease and going to hell.

Originally, beyond beauty, she reached out with a fragrant eye that it would be the Lord's play.

When Haidal suddenly stood up, he suddenly pulled the chain on her collar. Laura raised her face with tears as she slapped her face on the ground to Moro.

"Why?"

"Do you want me to tell you? Yeah, that's right. Because I'm tired of you. Earlier, at Shylock's, I found a great slave. Flesh that seems to rip into that beautiful hairy gloss. Until yesterday, I thought you were the best. That's why I'm going to play with you for the last time. You'll be happy. I gave him good thoughts. You see, the people of the city don't seem to be waiting."

As Laura opened her mouth with the face that she couldn't believe it, Haidal raised her right hand and gave the signal. The surrounding men pulled the large thick chains that were placed on the T-shaped road's detachment as they flew all the way to the penetration of the boulevard.

When I looked at the end of the chain, people were stunned.

What was at the end of the chain pulling by the three of us was that the back length would gently exceed the three metres, or the half-naked monster walked over in great footsteps.

The head was shaved up beautifully without a single hair, and around the upper body and hips, feathers were woven to the point of apology with hippopotamus fur overlaid chocks and waist rolls.

The muscles of the sticking shoulders were developed to remind me of giant rocks, and loud noises echoed every time I took a step forward. Notably, the middle of the face was filled with a large eye just unbalanced, with countless congested blood vessels crawling through the white eye area.

Cyclops.

It boasts the best physical ability and strength among the subhuman, and is a literal bucket that is said to cost a great deal to capture.

Now, there was subordinate sorcery on this Cyclops neck, which made him pledge his complete loyalty to his master.

Evidence of this shows a ring fitted to Haidal's right-hand index finger and a thin green light with a giant collar of the same color. Subordinate witchcraft is well done in the midst, and when a slave rebels against the covenant to the Lord, it tightens and causes pain. Depending on the type of collar, a needle or explosive placed inside is what takes the life of a slave depending on the circumstances.

Even then, the flesh, embodying the superior power to terrorize what it sees, had an overwhelming presence.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

"Mr. Klund. That looks like a monster at first sight when it comes to cyclops, but it's subhuman at first. I mean, the words make sense once and for all... haha, you're old."

Hilda stuck to the hem of the collector's coat, as she was frightened.

"Geeg! Okay, okay, good boy"

Haidal stroked his belly as he approached him to soften his breeding dog when he called the Cyclops' Geeg. Geeg gave a squeaky voice as he showed his sharp teeth from his big mouth.

"Dana, what can I do for you?"

From the yellowish teeth of his peel, Geeg shouts a barking voice of wood as he drips who. It was obviously heterogeneous. Hearing the voice, the collector felt close to the artificial range he had converted in the voice changer, which he heard so often on television shows.

"All right, all right, all right. Today, Geeg. I'll do the woman you wanted. You should use it fully."

"Onna. I want Onna"

"Hih... that's a lie, isn't it, your husband?"

Geeg glanced at Laura with a giant monocular eye and snarled at her chains.

Screams and surprises boiled out of the crowd, imagining the tragedy that was going to take place during the day.

Haidal smiled with joy as he narrowed his eyes satisfactorily as the lord of this mundane event.

Hilda clung to his arm with a crying look as the collector put his hand on the long sword on his hips if he couldn't watch.

"Hey, why? Huh!

"No, you can't. Slaves are the property of the Lord. If you get your hands on it badly, Mr. Krund will be chased by the Knights!

Slaves are personal property and not something that others can talk about. More importantly, I needed to risk my life if I was to interact with that cyclops. Hilda had no such flying mercy without a stepdaughter to throw out the life of a man she loved for a slave woman she didn't even know. The collector burned the faces of the men in front of him one at a time in the back of his brain, as he behaved in a crooked voice.

Shortly after, the mausoleum of female slaves by cyclops began in the daytime.

When the collector held Hilda's head in, he blocked her ears with both hands and stiffened her entire body.

"Look at that Laura face! Open your mouth. Oh, no."

"You thought young men would really welcome slaves like you to their depths in the first place!

"This is what happens when a disposable slave dreams of passing!

"Now you can serve and feed Gigg at best!

Haidal's surroundings continue to flourish as they throw their insensitive words of contempt at Laura. Laura was too miserable to catch a tear. The puffiness and the tears of the large grains thrive. The voices of the men who saw it strengthened so much.

Geeg barked hard as he turned his hands around Laura's neck. At the same time, Geeg's strength, which completely let go of reason, easily broke Laura's cervical spine.

When Laura peeled her white eyes as she threw out her tongue, she was desperate on the spot with a look that could also be taken as a joy.

"Ha ha, look at you guys. What a dumb death! Really, brilliant!

As the boy raised his tall voice, Geeg barked again as he followed.

It was a gloom that covered my eyes.

Heydal left the scene with Geeg in charge when he wrapped Laura's wreckage in a large cloth.

It was the death of a totally pointless slave.

Heydal, in that he was just tired of it, let him break it in the crowd environment so he could dispose of the toys. I could understand from the mouth of the crowd that this was not the first time.

Eventually, people left the scene, distracted from each other, trying to be chased by someone who was invisible.

"Hilda, I feel compelled to stick dirt in my stomach."

"Don't hold too much of everything, Mr. Klund. Sure, that man is an anomaly, but he can't be judged under Romless law more than he is his husband."

"Fuck you."

Hilda, who was a nobleman, also had slaves and lived a normal life until she was sent to the monastic quarters.

Sure, legislatively neither personality nor rights are recognized by slaves, but just because they have been branded doesn't mean everything replaces things at that moment. Slaves are also deeply hurt if they are willing and hard hit, and if they are praised, they are loyal beyond their interests.

Neither pride nor affection was in Haidal, mastered by men born and raised in honorable houses or by wealthy people as they grew up.

I was born an anomaly.

"I'm here. That kind of character breaker."

According to Hilda, such a character breaker would mostly be a disgrace to the door, so every patriarchal person with a decent spirit would be closed or isolated.

On rare occasions, no human being hits his broken sexuality only on slaves, wearing a normal mask without going off track.

But even such human beings hide abnormal behavior.

A positive and negative image received from the public cannot even be weighed within itself. A positive and exceptional exception, that was Haidal.

When the collectors visited the Shylock mansion, fortunately the person was at home. Shylock laughed uncontrollably and showed it when the collector stated the apology he had previously received for his help.

"I think I'm tired. What's wrong with you?"

Excuse me, you had an uninvited guest earlier.

Early in his ear, he seemed to already be aware of one of the earlier boulevards, watching the collectors as he cared.

"Really? Have you seen the scene?"

Shylock exhaled slowly as he sat down in the guest room chair, then placed the teacup he had on the table.

As far as the collector could see, there was no obvious movement of emotion in the expression, but the color of the distress lurking at the bottom of his eyes could not be hidden.

"The uninvited guest means Heydal."

"Ha, Mr. Klund is on the lookout for everything. I'm in trouble with her, too."

"Well, I knew you couldn't handle the challenge. I don't want to do business with a guy like that because of how much business he's in."

"In short, that's why Sir Heydal Burner is such a good buyer of our slaves for a long time. That leads up to this time, you're obsessed with that kid that Mr. Klund also knows."

"She's a maid, for sure."

It's Pordina.

"Mr. Klund."

Hilda opened her mouth for the first time, sitting silently until now.

As the collector drew his body reflexively, he moved the contents of the cup hard and dropped a few drops of tea contents.

"What are you freaking out about?"

Sometimes Hilda sneered down her eyeballs with her cat on.

He had a lying smile.

"Yes, no"

Shylock saw the interaction between the two as Kyoton, but eventually loosened his mouth with Niyanya as he lowered one eyebrow, as if he had understood everything.

"Mr. Klund, with all due respect, there are not many ladies who come to our store. A little more, if you don't mind. Such a beautiful young lady will soon change her mind."

"No, I don't mind about this guy. Nothing."

"Uh, could it be, Mr. Klund! You were trying to buy slaves in this store by thanking me or something!!

"Oh, don't make a big noise in public, asshole"

"Oh, that's why I had a weird attitude. Anyway, if it's just a thank you, you've actually come to the store many times in confidence! I don't have any money! Even though it's cold and poor. Hey, Mr. Shylock. Actually, it would be."

"Haha, Sister Hilda. I can't afford to get customer information that way either. Well, I wouldn't have to worry about anything if Mr. Klund bought our daughter. Now the problem is with Pordina..."

As expected, Heydal visited a few hours before the collectors came to the store and went wild. When I find Pordina I've hidden, it's a little tight with selling it right now. If you were as big a merchant as Shylock, it would have been easy to get rid of them with the private soldiers holding them in the mansion, but at any rate they are a clan of Uncle Andrew, the lord of the land around here. If you think about the business ahead, you can't even sue a rough hand.

"Besides, no matter how much I'm eyeing, it's a sale. There's no way that only one of you can always be a pain in the ass. If she could, she wanted to entrust me to someone called this. At best, it was the limit to have patience by having them wait until next month's public auction. Originally, she doesn't put it out to the city because she's special, she buys and sells it personally, but this is the only way it would have happened. As for us, we can only pray to heaven that a personable person better than Sir Burner will appear on auction day."

A public auction that opens in a slave city is basically open to anyone, as long as they pay. It was one status for a single adventurer to save money in a dungeon to buy a young, visible female slave who was thoroughly submissive and did not claim rights like an ancient wife.

"... only tentatively, Mr. Shylock. When it comes to buying Pordina, I wonder how much it will be"

"Mr. Klund?

"Idiot, he said he was just asking hypothetically. Hey, it hurts. So it hurts, it hurts!

Hilda continued to connect the thighs of the treasurer without breaking her smile. It is a ghost.

"We see it as five million pounds. Sir Berner will be a little more competitive."

"Five million p (pounds) …"

As the collector opened his mouth gently, he let his gaze wander into the void.

Hilda stopped twisting her thighs and looked sunny.

Five million P (pounds sterling) is about 50 million yen in Japanese yen. If I were to make sure I bought it, I would need more money. It was an amount that could not be set aside against the collector who was drawing on it to pay the registration fee of 100,000 P (pounds sterling).

That is, Hilda's status as a woman was perfectly protected.

I have to smile.

"I don't know what to do."

When the collector exhaled loudly, he let the couch bring his back neatly.

"Our industry is a little noisy when it comes to putting so much value on the Beast Man."

The collector thought that the price of slaves he had seen and heard on his journey was at best to the point of purchasing a car.

Of course, slaves are not just young female slaves that the collectors intend to use for indecent things. Housekeeping, parenting, or someone with a professional legal knowledge, or a kind with excellent technical skills in architecture and art. Alternatively, some adventurers have all sorts of highly combative seeds just for escorts, fighters, and dungeon offense.

They are all pinkier, but even the most common female sexual slaves of the human race, based only on their age, are available for tens of thousands of P (pounds) or less if they are older than twenty-five.

In addition, if you look only at the value of being a woman, slaves who have eaten thirty years of age or older are worthless and just don't have a pickup.

These pathetic female slaves will be sold to end-of-place whorehouses for the bottom line. Its life expectancy was supposed to last no more than a year because of its agony and poor working environment.

If the price of a female slave who is old enough to look there as a teenager is corollary, the age is twelve years and younger, and the superior looking, healthy and highly intelligent female slave is Crown Majesta.

The thing about age for women in all respects was a necklace in this world with low absolute average life expectancy. No matter how beautiful she was, it was normal not to hook her nose if she was old. At an age when children cannot give birth, they are often not treated as women in the lower echelons.

"I also had a time when I was thinking about it, Fuhihi. No way, Pordina is a Rolls-Royce. I can't get my hands on the common man. Woe."

"Oh, is it that expensive?

Hilda crushes with a kyotonic look.

"Huh?"

"Mmm. That's not so much from a born aristocrat like Sister, but it's not the first time you put that much value on one of us. It's a thin sale, my chamber of commerce."

"Don't you have a bo?

"I guess it's up to people to see it as expensive or cheap"

When Shylock put his hands together in front of his face, he made his eyebrows eight letters as troubled.