Dungeon+Harem+Master

Nelly, the receptionist, coldly scorned the collector, who returned from the dungeon in a day for slapping him in the mouth, with a cut gaze to absolute zero.

"Um, good to see you again. Eh heh."

"Can I help you?"

"No, nothing. No."

"... you're home now, just your mouth."

"Nooo. 'Cause I did."

"The legend begins today."

Nelly tilted her face four or five degrees diagonally, letting her imitate the keeper's mouth.

"Hey."

"The legend begins today!

"... give me a break"

I couldn't fix this with just the keeper. He returns to the lounge table biting the weight of Zach on his back, who eats deep into his shoulders.

There, the Oswalds, the adventurers, whom we met earlier in the dungeon, were waiting with a warm gaze.

"Hey, buddy. Don't be so discouraged, hehe. Well, there's something about her. Either way, if you're self-loathing every time you return, you won't be stuck with adventurers!

"... I'm helpless"

The collector leaked bumps and tweezers as he fell into complete mode and covered his face with both hands.

"buddy."

"Nothing. I don't think he's my partner. Aren't you a little familiar?"

Scholarly Carl's scratch went in.

"You shut up. This is a hot story between a man and a man!

When Oswald speaks up senseless, he is aware of Nelly, who is at the counter behind the flickering.

Many adventurers climbed up to her cold, tidy appearance and her beautifully flowing hair like ice.

Kazuwald has also been the mouth of Nelly's life since his first visit to the Alliance.

For Carl, the nagging intentions behind Oswald's futility of hot friendship seemed obvious, and a terribly vain mood spread across his chest.

What about me? I'm naturally a must-have for women, and I guess I'm stuck with crappy appeal paranoia. Not at all, you're not dealing with me)

"That's about it for the youth, Oswald. Looks like Klando wants to be alone. And if you want to make Nelly your girlfriend, why don't you just ask her to socialize directly without doing this yet? So does Porky."

"Mm-hmm."

Porky, a heavy warrior who was half-sleep, hammered as he dreamed.

"Ha, ha? What, are you guys mistaken? Ooh! Oh, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know if that's the type or something, but right now, what I'm breaking into Klund is standing by as a senior, an adventurer. Mm-hmm. Seriously, don't do that. impure!"

"You were slandering Nelly, Dos and all that."

Oswald spoke with a hissohisso voice as he turned his hand around Carl's shoulder in a quick move.

"Hey, Tenmeh, if she sounds disturbed, my three-year plan to make Nelly my girlfriend and enjoy the life of a love adventurer would go crazy!

"... after three years she's married to another man and she's having a baby."

"Hey too! I was just studying. I don't know what a delicate girl you are! I'm going first."

Oswald cut the wind on his shoulder and left the office as he pushed Carl to the floor.

Send a subtle glimpse to Nelly as she crosses the counter at the reception.

Carl saw that Nelly had a bitter, bitter look on her face and thought, "No pulse."

"Ha! Here."

A considerable amount of time had passed while the collector was tripping. Ugh, my stomach made a dumb noise. Fortunately, food and water were well secured for a long-term labyrinth search.

When you serve black bread as hard as dried meat and stone, which is portable food from Zach, you take the time to chew it up with sturdy teeth that have never been decayed since birth.

Almost pasted, he put his mouth directly on the water bottle and drank the contents.

Looking around, the clock said it was referring to the middle of the night, but the Guild (Adventurers Union) offices were crowded with adventurers.

The receptionist had no sign of Nelly returning home on time, replacing a woman who seemed a little unassuming to a man, a little floating to the eye.

"Doodle."

The collector was quite mentally kicking. In the original plan, the treasure was supposed to be crunchy dug out at the time of diving into the dungeon, but in reality I couldn't get one of those noses.

It was a shallow plan.

"Damn, I've lived all the way to the truth, why not!

That fact never existed at all. It is precisely God's dispensation.

Hold both fists, groaning but the adventurers around him thrive in their respective clans, and his actions are half ignored.

The only daughter-in-law at the reception who seems weak cares about the keeper. A little, flirtatious mind was born.

"Ugh."

He accidentally rests his chest and collapses from his chair.

"So, are you kidding me!

I guess it was originally a friendly personality, the red-haired scabbard daughter peered worryingly even as she came and crouched by the keeper.

Pretending to suffer, the treasurer glanced at his daughter-in-law, a scabbard protruding by his knees.

Even from the top of the thick robe, she had huge tits.

Since the collector came into this world, he has been so delicate as to enter the Best Three.

What a missed thing to do with me, being this big tit hunter.

"Ugh, I'm fine. Ah..."

"Ha ha, are you okay!

The collector nodded his face to his daughter's chest pretending to flutter. She thinks the collector is in serious pain and has not noticed at all.

Again, the Alliance (Adventurers' Union) enjoyed the puffy feeling of my daughter's breasts with plenty on her face, thinking that sometimes only at night could tell.

The girl at the reception named Annessa.

Anything, they say she's the daughter of a neighborhood masonry who went in as a temporary starting this spring because Nelly would never want to work late at night.

She decided to babysit during the day and earn money here at night if she had eight brothers to help her life.

"Hmm. Anessa's a worker. I think it's very Eli."

"Uh, slightly. That's not true."

Anessa certainly wasn't as pussy in appearance, but she had a weapon on both breasts that was so ferocious that no one had noticed. A man is a boob that attracts everyone.

Earlier the collector clung to his hips, but the crease was firm and cut good that it was not a pocha.

Women in this world are basically dressed to hide their body lines, so it's very hard to tell if they're nice buddies or not in a puff.

But I touched it to make sure. This girl is a bargain that no one has noticed.

If you ask me about the year, I say it's sixteen. It was the right age in this world.

Fuck that, I liked the part where the guy wasn't off at all.

When the collector praised Anessa for her subtle work and her physical characteristics to such an extent that she didn't dislike them so much, she quickly felt good and her attitude softened.

"Nah, I don't know how I can make a buck out of one shot"

"Is that a way to make money from a single shot, hmm"

If it was Nellie, she would send me a handached return like, "Why don't you scratch out that rotten brain of yours all the time," but even for such an unscrupulous one, Anessa would put her index finger up on her chin and think hmm.

The collector was going to like Anessa quite a bit.

"Normally, there's only one way to dive deep into a dungeon and get rare items and sell them, but Mr. Krund doesn't have time, does he? In that case, I guess I'll have to take a quest."

"Quest?"

"Yes, the Alliance of Adventurers in Silver Villago supports adventurers mainly with basic dungeon strategies, but quests are usually the main food for life in Alliances (Adventurers' Unions) around the world. It's a pretty dangerous monster, famous bandit or bounty neck crusade. Recently, we've been talking quite a bit about a bandit named Blood Painted Gilly who was murdered in Isakoza within his crew or something. I hear his prize neck was two million pounds."

"Oh, seriously!

The collector exhaled deeply as he put his hands on the counter and let his whole body thrust.

"Duh, what's wrong, Mr. Klund! Also, I feel somewhere."

"No, I'm fine. Go on."

"Something else, you think you can work with an alchemist to successfully collect materials and create rare items? However, alchemists often act alone, basically no matter how dangerous. Plus, they're pretty exclusive and never party with anyone other than their own associates. This is a pass, because if you have a twat, it's going to take time. And I wonder if I can say this..."

"Anessa, please."

"Ugh, I can't help it. This is a secret, but they're announcing a pretty big quest tomorrow morning. So a lot of early clans say they dawn here."

Anessa moved her gaze as she moved her face right next to the collector.

"Look, you see the knights of the White Cross Knights in the middle of the noisiest group over there?

"Decadent. You have as much tap as I do.... are you a woman"

In the middle of a step of the adventurer speaking loudly in the middle of the lounge, the knight was there.

He wears a silver armor and weaves a white cross stained surcoat from the top onto the red. He had a golden Great Sword on his lower back.

Back length can only be about one fist different than the collector's. It was nearly one hundred and eighty long, for a woman of the human race. He wears a tight helmet when it comes to indoors. From his helmet, a beautiful, wavy, golden hair with a honey color peeked.

If you wear swords and armor to a woman, you'd think she was a masculine face, but her slightly sauce-eyed eyes were gentle enough to remind her of the Mercy Mother, and clear green as a deep forest. He had a surprisingly thin jaw tip and a slight look on his face.

"She is the deputy head of the clan" Golden Wolf, "which also has a second size in this guild (Adventurers' Union) when it comes to Artemisia. They say he's a famous spear and sword figure. Captain Jack Biinrich is a magnificent aristocrat, and you don't see him for a bit right now. In any case, if you take the same quest (attack request) at the same time, you'll be quite a competitor. Anyway, if you include a reserve, it's a party of nearly two hundred people.... Uh, by the way, where are Mr. Klund's people? Hey, I don't think I see it."

"Yeah. He's here somewhere."

Somewhere.

"Somewhere, they'll be waiting for me."

"I mean..."

Anessa perceived the feelings of the collector and gently held her head down with her cuffs.

Open it and the next day. A crusade request was put up at the forefront of the Alliance's bulletin board.

But the collector had completely forgotten. the fact that I cannot read the letters of this world.

"I can't read it. Hey, you. What does that say?"

"Yeah? Yeah, here's what it says. Crusade request, destroy the evil dragon king Vritra confirmed from Silver Villago to the southeast, in the village of Bisces at the foot of Dragon King Mountain. Bounty, five million p (pounds). Client, Clovis, second son of Uncle Andrew, and. Nevertheless, I wonder if your lord has waited since last night for this request to stick out, even though he can't read the letters. Damn, he's a miserable Jen. Ha. No, I'm not keeping it. It's true."

"Oh info Thanx. You are."

When the collector heard the woman laugh at her pleasure and looked next to her, there was the figure of Artemisia, the knight of the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights), who was the person we talked about last night.

"Hehe. Speaking of which, you hadn't named it yet. I am Artemisia du Berkour, deputy captain of the Clan" Golden Wolf ”. I'd like to know your name."

"I'm Shimonzo."

"Well, let me call you Lord Simon."

"No, Simon is a family name. His name is Klund."

"Well, that's it. Both, that sounds like a name. Very rare, but good name."

Artemisia's tone, which really sparkled her eyes with pleasure, was somewhat stubborn, but what a bright thing to soothe people.

"You look a lot younger, but are you a great deputy captain? Should I change my language, too?

"Ha, I'm not so young. It's already twenty this year. He's a very late daughter, and I'll leave him alone. Nevertheless, I usually ask the person if they want to change their language. Haha."

Artemisia burst into a bump or folded her body into a letter that made her laugh like a tease and a little girl. The adventurers around her stare at her in a dazed manner.

"Twenty is the same age as me. Let's get along at best."

"Ugh. This is, excuse me. It's been a long time since I've laughed like this."

Artemisia gently offered her right hand wrapped in white gloves.

The collector grabbed her hand softly as he wiped it to his apologies with his coat.

The hand of the treasurer is as huge as a cup of tea.

As a woman, I couldn't see her big right hand when it was completely wrapped up.

When Artemisia was surprised with her eyes rounded, she let her patsy twinkle for a while.

"Your hands are really big and manly. No, nothing."

"But what the hell is an evil dragon king? You suddenly showed up with a lass bossy monster. Is this a sign that the world will perish?"

"Right. Klando, let me call you. You don't know anything about the evil dragon king Vritra. I'm familiar with it, but if that's okay, I can teach it to some extent."

"Please."

As he crossed the border, Artemisia began talking about Vritra, the evil dragon king.

It was not what happened yesterday that Vritra began attacking the village near Mount Dragon King.

The dragon's appearance is confirmed as far back as a decade ago.

That, too, was decided to be limited to winter. I know all the reasons. Simply because, during the winter snowpacking season, a medium-sized monster, Vritra's staple, disappears into hibernation. The small monsters that supplanted the bait fled towards the frozen Crystal Lake lake in the north in the harsh winter, as a result of which Vritra, who had no hibernation habits, was hit by severe hunger.

"The identity of Vritra is known. It's Wyburn. He sends his lords' armies and guild crusaders on a regular basis, but Yatsura is highly capable of detecting crises because of his low intelligence, and he can't kill the herd. But this time, the target seems to be such a strong and ferocious individual that the digits are different from those they've been exterminating with routine work so far. If I do badly, I'm starting to sift so fiercely that the nearby villages can put it together and even become a dead place. I know we can have quite a struggle, but it wouldn't be impossible to slaughter them all together because it would be a joint operation with the military. I wonder if the prize is as high as £5 million, minus expenses, and a head cut by about 100 elite people in the whole clan would be about £40,000 each. Yeah, speaking of which, I hear that we will take this quest (offensive request) in bulk, but if we work together with Klan's clan, in addition, one head's share will be reduced, but if we consider this also to be a social service, we will often not be angry either. We're knights. So, Klando. I'd like you to meet one of your people."

When Artemisia is finished talking, she begins to look around. The collector snapped softly, feeling slightly worse about the bat.

"I'm alone."

"Alone?"

Moments later, the elegant and rugged Artemisian tone turned into something daughter-like.

"I'm alone. So naturally, don't compete with the Artemisians. Please be gentle."

"Ha-ha-ha, you're going to hang out with us alone! Are you insane!

"Don't, Stefan. It's disrespectful!!

Is it one of the members of the Golden Wolf, the giant warrior known as Stefan nibbled and mocked the treasurer. Artemisia's face embarrassed or greatly distorted her fellow manners.

"No, let me. Besides, Lieutenant. What do you think? Try this quest alone and you'll be sure to die a dog. Teaching as a senior adventurer would be a suzi though. I'm well aware that deputy captains are gentle, but sometimes gentleness can shed extra blood!

"It's"

"Well, that's a good idea. First of all, if a country monster licked me like this, it would involve my character. This is the third place in the sequence of the" Golden Wolf ”. Leave it to Stefan, the Heavy Knight. I mean, kid. Ooh. I'm sorry, get off this thing quietly. Oh?

Heavy Knight Stefan was a giant man with a back length exceeding two meters, besides being incredibly barrel-like in shape.

He is a huge fat man.

But he had such a shitty arm that he was not ashamed of the thickness of the meat on his whole body.

A shiny, bespoke plate mail illuminates the dull sunlight coming out of the window.

The collector glanced at the eyelids piercing his pupils.

"Hey, can I ask you one thing?

"Oh, my God."

"When I ate what, I became such a body. You swallowed a whole barrel."

Some time lag was born until words stained Stefan's less brains.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!!

"Klund!"

At the same time as Artemisia's stopping voice, Stefan's giant wood-like fists were beaten at a tremendous speed.

As the collector's body gently knocked down the table in the center of the lounge like a rubber patch, he blew his back down to the wall.

"Oh my God...... hey Stefan!

"Lieutenant, why are you blaming me? The kid insulted me in the third place in the sequence. Which means you insulted all of us golden wolves. Ahh! Hey, you guys think so, too! In the first place, you can't get rid of dragons with such a weak one as to screw with such a blow. Well, it's time to go. Isn't the vice captain, a habit of horizontal breaking with justice as a shield, deadly this time around? That's right, Sir Bienrich said there could even be a removal. If they get rid of this golden wolf, that's the trouble, isn't it?

"It's"

"We're going first. You don't want to be late. Besides, if you lend a hand to the man who obviously made fun of us, you'll wonder if the deputy captain's orders will come out in the future to obey!!

With Stefan at the forefront, the golden wolf soldiers took each other out.

Artemisia said in a bitter voice, trying to crouch and squeeze it out as she hit her back against the wall and went by the collector sitting down.

"I'm sorry, Klando. This, too, is all due to my immorality. Let's apologize multiple times for this when the crusade is over. Be sure to wear the kejime as well. So will you close your eyes and give up on this one? Let's apologize over and over again, I'm sorry. I didn't know this was gonna happen."

The collector looked directly into Jizz Artemisia's eyes silently.

There was the face of one woman who was just struck by guilt.

"I don't know what to do. You must be in a hurry. Don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry, really. I owe you..."

"Ha, if you're really sorry, why don't I have Choo do it the next time I see you"

The treasurer let his lips stick out as he put his face to the pain.

Artemisia's face warped like a weeping laugh.

"You're a really funny man."

Artemisia left the guild (Adventurers Union) at an unreliable foothold, making sure her hair was pulled back and watching the collectors sit back against the wall many times.

"That barrel bastard, that's awesome and stupid. Next time I see him, I'll chop him to pieces and make him into lard ingredients."

When I spit with blood all over me, I stand up with my hands on my knees.

And the whiteness of the handkerchief offered in front of me was dazzling.

"Damn, don't bother my hand early at work"

There was Nelly's clear face on the top of the Buddha as usual.

When the collector gently reaches out to the handkerchief, he is pulled like he's aiming for it.

After it was repeated several times, the collector left as he was fed up.

"What the hell do you want?"

"No, I figured the handkerchief would get dirty,"

The collector turned sideways, damn it, and threw it away.

"It's a joke. Look, don't hurt yourself. You're a strong kid, so don't cry."

"I don't care if they say it with no expression."

Nellie opened her eyes wide as she wiped away the fouling stain on the possessor's face with a feminine delicate gesture unlike her mouth tip.

"Oh dear. Stubborn oil stains won't fall off"

"I was born black! And it's not dirt!

"What, the dirt was from the beginning. Good."

"Hey, why are you praying with your hands on your chest!

"No matter, it's God."

"What a god."

"God of Oil Dirt. Mmm, kitchen god?

"Hey too. Thank you for taking care of me."

"It's true. It's just that it's impossible for an adventurer to take this far into account. Be grateful. Worship me."

"Uh, heck. Kannon, Kannon."

On his knees and closing his eyes, the zodiac struck his hand about twice and gently stole a peek around Nelly's groin.

"What, the very unpleasant fluctuations right now?"

"Never mind."

"You must have prayed to the native evil god because it's about Klando anyway. By the way, why did you bother rubbing with such a big team? You're so weak, you're crazy. Tell this, Nellie, what's going on? Because I'll laugh at you as much as I want."

"Don't laugh. Well, when I tried to take the quest, they followed me."

"Damn, what would also be a golden wolf would deliberately muck and bully a man who would fly if he blew like this... shame on you!

Nelly slapped her flat hand. On the cheeks of the collector.

"Yes, hey!? Wait, why did you hit me now? I don't understand what that means!

"I was driven by proselytism. You can't tolerate bullying or anything weak."

"You're bullying me, aren't you? You totally have it, don't you? Explain why."

"Mmm. 'Cause I'm right in front of you?

"If I stand in front of you, you'll be hit with a defo. It's a reception for fear."

"Big Service"

"I don't want it! Damn."

"So, what kind of quest did you get? Speaking of things that seem like a kland could do besides dungeon offense, like dobby in town hall meetings, looking for stray dogs, and then picking up garbage? Oh, my God! There are only three repertoires. But don't worry. I'll give it priority from now on."

"How much do you look down on people? That's it, that."

The collector points to the posting of the Vritra Crusade. Nelly tilted her neck and looked in that direction and stopped being slight as it was.

She did that for a while, but eventually when she stretched her knees and stood up completely, she began to do business as usual toward the counter seat at Stasta Reception.

"... he decided he didn't have it all"

The collector dusted his knees as he stood up flashly. The hand left to him was to exorcise a group of Mexican good looking monsters named the Golden Wolf, who would be the evil Dragon King Vritra. A fierce battle was expected.

When the collector grabbed Zach, he left the Adventurer's Guild and entered the Boulevard Adventure Tool Store "Hilarious Things”.

This was a comprehensive distributor of weapons, protective equipment and tools for everything, run by an old man named Donatello, who was a former adventurer.

We have all kinds of miscellaneous things and we also buy materials and minerals.

It looks old, but it was the oldest in Silver Villago.

"There you are, why are you, Temehe again, Klund? We basically refuse to leave you alone."

"Well, you know what? I'm going to buy a lot today. Be a little more loving."

"Bullshit. Isn't it just Zach and the water you bought at this store? At the end of the sentence, don't waste your sparkling potatoes on the service. What, you said you'd dive for the 10th, and you already came out? You have guts. I don't know where I am. Six months or so, once I dived, it was Zara who wouldn't go home."

"Uh, I don't care about that anymore. Today, I'm going out on a crusade, so I need you to look out for some weapons."

"Omei, I have this sword, so you didn't want anything else. I don't have more than a sword on my hip in this store. Unfortunately, it's a famous sword."

Donatello rubbed the “white beard” on the back of the collector as he gripped his white beard.

"I know you need a spare weapon for what if, but it changes as much as you want. Is he a goblin? Or a troll? No way, you don't mean an orga, do you? That's too much to rush out like a kid."

It's a dragon.

"To?"

The glasses on Donatello's nose slipped off.

"The next opponent is Vritra, the Evil Dragon King. I need the right special weapon."