Dungeon+Harem+Master

Through the east castle gate, loose, undulating streets were stretching straight south along flat terrain.

Periodically repaired by the Lord's hand, I guess, there was no noticeable damage on the cobblestone path, and a glimpse of the people going out to plow in the nearby fields.

If you turn your eyes away, a wave of highly irregular mountains paints a ridge in thin purple.

One of the most significant and remarkable of these is Mount Dragon King in the Romless Kingdom, which boasts an altitude of eight thousand meters.

On Earth, when it comes to the eight thousand metre peak, it falls into the Himalayas and the Karakorum Mountains.

This mountain, where many monsters jump, barely enters even the locals. The living areas of the surrounding inhabitants and the monsters were neatly separated from some areas, as if they had made a treaty with each other, and the two never came into contact with each other unless so much famine arose.

It was therefore a murderous event that a monster of the dragon species, known as the evil dragon king Vritra, began to appear in the out-of-the-moment summer.

"That Jizzy suddenly recommended life insurance. Forgive me."

The collector crushed low as he was rocked by a riding carriage heading in the direction of the village of Bisquez. Whether the subject of stupidity or not was against Donatello, the owner of the tool shop.

"If even one of the dragon's urchins is peeled off, I'll change it from store to store. Just kidding."

Dragon scales are classified as super luxury materials that can be processed into any product.

Most importantly, the price rises and falls dramatically depending on the type of dragon, but it was much more efficient than hunting chimatima for a coarse monster.

But the Zodiac did not understand, but Wyburn, known as the Evil Dragon King, was not worth that much in the lower classes though the dragon species.

In common sense, it was an impossible story from the beginning, such as when a collector pulled out a large clan and earned a huge prize.

Already, the whereabouts of the evil dragon king Vritra were known, and there was no one in the car that could be ridden by six, except a middle-aged man, a pedestrian around the village, with the exception of the zodiac.

"Nevertheless, if the store is for both of you, it's a long time no matter what. Yeah, and now you're not the one who sweats and jumps in the car under this heat."

A pedestrian about forty years past named Iago is riding with him from Silver Villago, the starting point, but when he did, he shut up to slap him in the mouth for nothing.

I was just sick and tired of being told extensively that the collector was not of an oligarchy nature, but that there was no point in this for four hours.

"Nevertheless, Mr. Klund. You went all the way to the village of Bisces to get rid of the monsters? Damn, the young one is brave, or ironless, or something. No, I'm not making fun of you. I'm impressed. Come on. In the first place, even I wouldn't want to sweat so much if I didn't have to be able to keep up with my parents to get to such a dangerous country at this time of year. But hey, I also have five kids, besides waiting for one that's not weird when they're born in the belly of , so I can't disobey Mon's instructions above. Anyway, I don't care what you do to make money. Yeah, well, it's a village I'm planning to go down to."

"Hey......"

"Yes?"

When the collector grabbed and fixed Iago's head with both hands, he made half a spin with all his might.

"Hogi no."

Iago screamed strangely, blowing a bright white bubble and falling to his forehead at the same time as the sound of the bones in his neck that must ring.

When the collector followed the tip of Iago's nose two or three times at the end of his boot, he saw the movement completely stopped and let his face down.

"Ugh. Now you're quiet."

As the collector turned his shoulder around feeling like he was done with his job, the man who was manipulating the horse peered from between his foreheads with a bright blue complexion.

"Him, Murderer"

"Shut up."

"Yes, because"

"You seemed annoying, too."

"Nothing to kill."

"If you keep your mouth shut, I don't know."

……

"Do you also want to remain silent forever?"

"Oh, shut up. Shut up!

"Don't worry, he's probably alive."

The man in charge kept his face stiff, gripping the reins hard, and no longer trying to turn around the passenger seat.

The collector looked at the wheat field across the window when he was released from the murmur.

The golden-dyed ocean continues to stretch. Closed his eyelids to the comfort of the wind blowing through, the carriage shook heavily and stopped abruptly.

"Not good, husband, a bandit!

The old man, who had just passed sixty, burned to the yang, and distorted his face full of red-and-black stained wrinkles into a shabby, squeezing his squeaky voice.

"I don't know, totally. No matter how relaxing it is."

The collector relaxed his body with his eyes closed and voiced a disinterested voice.

"... no, they pulled down the carriage they attacked and blocked the road. I am this year. It's not easy to run away. Damn, what is a Buddha in this place? The previous ones were unlucky, but the only difference is fast or slow."

"Who are the previous ones?"

"Who? It's just women. From the look of the outfit, I'll be tough. Bye. It's the ladies and the whores. With the same mouth as my husband, I almost earned one from a soldier gathered in the village of Bisquez. That's right. The bandits will grab you, shave you to the bones, and you'll die all the time. Oh, there are five bandits. Oh, God."

"Jii, isn't it too early to pray to God?"

"That's right. In the meantime, let's decide on the order of escape. I'm the fattest. Next, you're Mr. Klund. The lower back sword won't be a decoration. Hold on at most. Jii said... well, it's like he stuck one foot in a coffin half the time, so let's give it up."

Suddenly, Iago, breathing back, left his neck twisted.

The zodiac distracted his gaze in fear of a different sight.

"Old man, you have a tough neck."

"I don't care about that! I, and the five kids are hungry and waiting. You have to survive anyway."

Iago theorizes forcefully with his pork neck shrugged and waterfall-like sweat on his forehead.

Angry shock or the bent neck back in the positive position was a roll.

The old man was shaking his fingertips as he giggled his fallen eyes.

"Uh, already. I'll take care of it. You two, sit there."

The collector clenched the pattern of the sword and took the leather bag out of Zach and grabbed it on his shoulder, jumping out of the carriage.

The five bandits turned their utmost attention to the laissez-passer who got off, poking their swords at about four women they thought were prostitutes.

According to the old man, in the middle of a narrow cobblestone road, a carriage of carriages was overturned, in the form of a blockade of passages.

The women dragged out of the car are sitting in front of the carriage and leaning over.

In front of them, the truncated body of a feminine man was rolling.

Brand new bright red blood flowing out was widely polluting the gray cobblestone.

"Totally defiled public roads. Those are outrageous bastards."

The collector stupidly crawled his gaze around.

If you are a human, you can put on a fallen carriage and go by your side.

However, a low stone fence continues to extend on the edge of the street, so if at least we had to retreat somewhat and get the carriage out of the streets surrounded by fences into the unpaved zone outside, we would not have been able to move ahead.

"Hey, young builder there. If you spare your life, take off your carriage luggage and everything you're wearing and lay low on the spot!

"Thanks for the line without originality. But I say no."

The bandit's eyes narrow more and more in the words of the collector.

A man with a sword in his face peeled out his yellowish pile teeth and stood up.

"Funny, I'm gonna smash you in the stomach."

"What's wrong with you?" Don't apologize!

The oldest of whores, twenty. The woman there barked.

"Ugh, shut up whore!

"Ugh."

A man suddenly kicks up a woman's belly. The woman who advised the treasurer lay down her face holding her belly down. The screams of the whores wooded the neighborhood.

"A rotten bandit. You guys, I'm the one who's gonna succeed."

When the collector stuck his hand in the leather bag, he took out a hammer with a pattern of about sixty centimeters.

"What are you going to do? So, you're gonna do it with us?

"Hehe. Listen and be surprised. This is a legendary weapon that was excavated in the labyrinth of the abyss (Last Elusion), called the hammer of the Thunder God (Thor). Jizzy, the tool shop, gave me a cheap ride out of town. It's a shame you use it every time, but if it's slash dyed, it's slap dyed."

The bandits drank their breath and lagged behind in the confident expression of the collector. The eyes of the whores light the fire of hope. It was only natural to expect that a man with such a good fortune would have a fair share of arms. On the other hand it is the men who carry out their work only for the weak who look blue.

You understood that even if you were staring at each other, the most ferocious looking facial man like the head stock moves forward. Naturally, it was suitable for collectors.

"What? I! By the way, how much did you do?"

"Ichiku (* one hundred ninety-eight P (pounds)). It would be a great deal."

"Well, you're definitely fooling me."

One of the whores crushing became the werewolf smoke of the war.

"Whoa, whoa!

The tallest man rushes over with a twister. As the collector caught his right leg and let him fall, he stretched his right arm and slapped a hammer on the man's immediate head.

Boggo, with the sound of the skull falling, the hammer of Thunder God (Tor) blew his head off. It stops just at the feet of Iago, who was hiding in the carriage. When Iago picked up the head of the hammer, he read the letters on the side and raised his face.

"Oh, this is the bargain we beat up and sold last week."

"Just kidding!

"Kill him!"

The furious men raised their anger. My anger fades as I glance through the faces of the whores.

"Another bad product?"

The collector sheathed the long sword of his hips as he crushed it into his cleavage. I stuck my sword horizontally in the men's circle. The silver wire ran diagonally. When the man was cut in half his face, he splashed the blood tide over the cobblestone and fell from the front.

As the collector continued to wave his sword, he deeply doubled the chest plate of the man in front of him. When the man was double-breasted by the leather, he fell backwards.

"Wow!

The man, who was right behind him, stabbed his fallen companion in the back with the sword he had, wolfing and arming him. The treasurer buried his long sword deep into the belly of the man who had become defenseless with his bare hands.

The Holy Sword "White Spine” stabbed the man's torso in the field, destroying his shin, adrenal glands, and spine by the time he had no complete skin.

The last remaining head holds a sword with a blue-white face. He was quickly killed four of his men and had lost his peace.

He rushes over loudly to inspire himself.

The treasurer slapped the long sword against the man's face.

When the head raised his interrupter with a face like a crushed red eggplant after losing his nose and nose, he tried to lean against the wheel of a rolling carriage and was doomed.

As the collector wipes the blood and fat on his long sword, one of the whores approaches him as he covers his mouth with his hands.

"Liar."

Five to one. Naturally, it was up to the collectors to lose.

But looking at the results, it was overwhelming.

Yet they slaughtered the fierce beasts because they were young and beautiful (* at Lacey's behest), hunting the little rabbits.

A collector puts his long sword in his sheath and laughs happily and shows it.

A group of whores finally relieved themselves, rushing over like they cut a weir and hugging it to the collector.

"Do it!

"Yay, yay!

"Awesome, brother!

"I was scared."

The treasurer was jumped by as many as four women, his eyes blackened and white as he was wrapped in the scent of fat powder. The women, instinctively, let it rain of kisses all over the face of the treasurer, competing and pressing their breasts and bodies. The old man and Iago are taking their hands and dancing. Unexpectedly, I tried not to lose the storm of cheer, and my high voice sounded.

"Oh, what a strong man you are. Come on, I've never seen you up to this point in your life!

As the collector turned his eyes in the direction of his voice, he saw a strange figure approaching from the shadow of the overthrown carriage so that he could dance.

Back length would be less than the lower back of a collector. He was wearing a costume when he dabbed on his green hat. He is painting his entire face bright white and wearing a bright red crop dough nose. However, it also took strange action to walk, giving it a different atmosphere.

"It's easy to see first. Come on, Filippo of the Dodo. Together, I would like to thank you very much."

Taoism, named Filippo, was looking up at the collector with his eyes sparkling. I'm not sure how old I am from my white painted face, but my voice belonged to a slightly higher boy. His low height could be inferred to be a dwarf caused by abnormal hormone secretion.

Wow, that's Freaks. It could be much more realistic than the monsters around there.

The zodiac remembered the dwarf prowler who was in the front seat of the women's pro that his grandfather took him to see, and puzzled him with emotion.

At the same time, he felt intense urination, pushed in multiple directions at the same time by the prostitutes.

"Husband, no, let me call you brother. I'm sorry. Where are your brothers going?"

"Before that."

"Before that?

"Shoben, can I come?"

And the treasurers and the whores, a line, when they were joined, went into the camp at a time when the sun was set.

It is a feast that all surrounds the burning fire.

We had a simple meal made by the hookers and a laughing time together as the booze progressed. In particular, the prostitutes remarkably entertained the collectors.

I give you the low-dimensional bottom story that the collector dropped on the level of the whores. Losers and Filippo put their own stories on it. Fatigue and drunkenness double-charged and the feast didn't know where it was going to run out.

A few hours later, the banquet hall surrounding the burning fire was in a sight that made the good sense man want to turn away.

"Mm-hmm."

"Beard, gold, gold."

"Soot."

The old man and Iago are completely unconscious and flipped over by the alcohol they have consumed. Around, liquor bottles, glasses and knob dishes were scattered, as was the case with the bomber's crossfire.

In wilderness openings, the first thing is to keep the fire on fire. Despite the summer months, temperatures drop sharply if the sun goes down.

Also, most of the monsters walking wide across the place tended to be relatively afraid of flames.

"Ha-ha-ha, uh-huh"

When the collector finished pissing away from the line, he cleverly shook Shizuku and dropped it. Looking up at the night sky, the stars, scattered with fragments of gemstone, were shining white and cold.

"Brother, brother."

"Oh, my God."

When the collector looks in the direction of his voice, Filippo is making a gesture with a grin. Moving his drunkenly lit face together in front of his jacket, next to Filippo was Maria, who was the oldest of hookers, to be twenty-three this year.

As the collector stood still on the spot, Filippo approached as he jumped the grass whether he had boiled the business or not. The collector asked, rubbing his nose tip, focusing on his intoxicated and cloudy eyes.

"Is she for me?"

"My brother is a nigga. This is how you keep your eyes peeled because you can talk in front of everyone. Well, then, it's wild weather moves that do this forever. Don't be rude here."

Filippo told him so, trying to jump and leaving the scene.

"I don't know."

As the collector slowly walked over to Maria, she moved her crease with a tense face.

"Haha, that's bad. Imitate me like I'm gonna call you like this on purpose."

From what I can see, she should have drank quite a bit too, but her hair and outfit were not disturbed and her face was loosened with firm makeup. My eyes looking up at the collector are somewhat moist. Dark dark hair blending into the darkness was twinkled by the moon and the stars.

"Hey, why don't you two take your time and re-drink?

The collector nodded silently, walking slowly after Maria. A short distance from a row of camp was a snug burning fire, and right next to it was a fallen tree just right for the two of them to keep their backs.

Maria sat right next to the blanket in front of the fire as the collector silently lowered his hips.

As she moaned, she gently deposited her body on the shoulder of the treasurer, sifting her large eyes without words.

"You shouldn't. Hey, just ask me to stay away from myself and shut up. Whatever it is, give it to me."

The collector unconsciously pulled his hips slightly back, remembering the precursor to the gradual stiffness of his groin due to the smell of blushing fat powder on his nose as he contained the liquor on his mouth.

"So, what are you talking about? I already got enough for you."

"I can't believe it's enough, it's not that cold. How can you not know that I wanted to be alone?"

"Come on, not at all"

"Mmm. I don't have sex with deception. Crand, I fell in love with you."

Maria jerked off her hair tip when she saw the keeper with a grumpy look.

"Well, that's tough."

"Maybe you don't believe me at all. It doesn't suck."

"Unfortunately, I've never thought that my face was good-looking. Even if they say they fell in love with the woman they just met today, yes, it's not an easy nod."

"Klando, you're mistaken. A woman doesn't fall in love with a man. It's a man's heart that a woman falls in love with. Seeing those bandits cut down with bulimia, my chest seemed softened. We may be whores buying and selling our bodies, but it's not as cheap as opening a crotch for everyone. If you get caught by those bandits who have no brain but to roll around like this, that's not how much they treat you like a boring piece of crap and beat you to death by a cheap whorehouse. As much as I thought I'd bite my tongue to death if I could be nice to those geezers. That's what Klund cleaned me up like a fairytale brave man. You can't help but think that my missing head is up. Hey, believe me."

"Believe it or not, hey."

"Are you wandering around?

"How dare a beauty be nice to me when she's trying to take me down like a good person?"

"You know, you've been seeing a lot worse on women. But don't worry. I want to use it as a good thing, because I want Clando to hold it. Or wouldn't such a thin, dirty whore care to hold it?"

"You're not dirty."

"It sounds like a lie"

"It's not a lie"

A collector took Maria's hand and led her to her own thing.

She rolled off to roll, letting the kicker crawl her fingers, dyeing her eyes red and lowering her mouth.

"Wow, I'm fine"

"Right."

Maria closed her eyes and raised her face as she jumped into the momentum that hit the chest of the zodiac.

The collector was indulgent in the softness of the woman's meat he hugged for a long time, but to get here, he stopped thinking about the mess and sucked his lips.

"Hmmm... ahhh"

The collector interrupted the kiss and stared into Maria's eyes, holding both shoulders.

"Is that okay? I'm pretty messed up."

"That's okay. Being held without business means I want you to break it. Ask this body if I'm serious."

Maria, when she did so, took off her clothes and appeared as she was born, laying her body in front of the collector's eyes.

Regardless, there's no way the collector would hesitate.

There was no place left but to flatten the abundant flesh of Maria.

A line that left before dawn arrived at the village of Bisquez, which was the destination that evening.

When Maria parted in a much more rusty manner than the zodiac thought, she waved to the adventurers and soldiers who had come for the Evil Dragon King crusade.

I guess it's just the right time to make one from now on.

But last night it wasn't a hearty snack when I thought it would open my body to other men, even though it was for the livelihood of a skinned woman.

"Well, how about that? Well, I don't know what to do now."

The treasurer stood from the top of a small high hill and gazed at the condition of the village. Countless tents stretched by the soldiers and adventurers of the Lords could be seen all over the open square at the hem of Mount Dragon King. Maybe there in the tent, the cooking smoke for dinner is rising. My stomach screamed reflexively.

"I don't want to meet the Army of Chicken Two Sick Clans face to face."

The face of a heavy knight named Stefan, who met him in an guild on the back of the zodiac's brain, surfaced.

That fucking fat guy. Next time I see you, I'll kill you first.

As I glanced at the bright red sunset falling, I noticed the feeling of pulling my coat.

When the collector dropped his gaze, there Filippo, who should have broken up earlier, was strongly pulling and tying the crease with a hard look.

"What. Didn't you go with Maria?"

"Brother, please do me a favor and I left it on purpose."

"Oh, my God, go ahead."

"Take me to the dragon exorcism, too!

The collector sighed deeply as he looked at the frizzy white painted face with nervousness and wept another piece of luggage.