Dungeon+Harem+Master

The village of Bisquez was a poor village with 44 houses and a population of one hundred and fifty-six.

It is more plain scarce than it used to be, and when it comes to produce, it is about wheat and several varieties of vegetables.

At one time, it flourished only a few moments after the discovery of several high-quality copper picking pits at the foot of Mount Dragon King.

But when it was all dug up, the people gathered from all over the country pulled like the tide and returned to the original lonely village.

When the young people were also of a certain age, it was a common perception to move to the large city of Silver Villago, at close range, to look for a job.

Currently, it was the old men who could not move and the children who were left behind to earn money, who accounted for most of the villagers.

"Brother, shall we take an inn somewhere tonight! Even so, there is no inn in this village that can accommodate strangers."

The zodiac looked melancholy when he saw Filippo jumping around him like a shag. If this was a crowded body, I might have used it to hold my baggage.

But naturally, you can't expect a dwarf Filippo to be a force of war, and there's no way he can carry a heavy load.

"Hey, Filippo. I can't believe I'm still taking you."

"That, brother. I don't think you can do anything about it. Sure, your body is fine, but instead, it's excellent as a scourge. I can't even think about it. I can get in there, and I'm extremely clever at my fingertips. I'm not very confident about chores and hard work, but I'll do my best to carry loads!

Filippo tried to carry Zach the treasurer. He stood still and showed him. The eyes that looked up at the collector looked at the obedience as if the dog were going to ask his husband if this was okay. The collector broke his knee, looked at him, and then asked.

"Hey, how old are you?"

"Heh, it's easy to be seventeen this year"

"Oh well, three less than me? Because, you know, I don't even know. You stuck with me and you wanted to get rid of dragons. After all, gold."

"I can't afford the money. But somehow, when I first saw my brother, I honestly thought, uh, If you ask me, I don't have the guts to bother coming all the way from the city to this place to exorcise dragons. And."

"And?"

"I don't know, I think you like it."

Filippo laughed at him with a nostalgic face.

"Damn. Anyway, I'm the biggest idiot you ever loved, you know. Still, you must have come with Maria originally. You can come out without a greeting."

"Once you get to the cash field, you won't be able to do anything particularly nasty. Besides, it's more or less yummy per se, the shop husband... oh, those bandits cut me off. I was brought here on the road by a jerk. Even the whore had a husband, so it was like having him put away for mercy..."

When Filippo spoke so far, he rubbed his nose with gossip as he made up his mind.

I guess I was originally a troublemaker.

Taoism, brought to the comfort of the woman's man's journey, lost demand as a tool at the time of the Lord's death.

In his eyes was a mixture of impeccable pity and loneliness.

"If they earn one in this village, they'll go back to the city and continue to do business, but there's probably no place there for them anymore. So at least I stuck with my brother, until I couldn't fight him, and if I stayed by the end of the day, when I got back to the city, I stepped on that one of my husbands in the muscle would buy it for me. Please. Give me my share of the money. I can't stop. I'll try anything to attract dragons. So let me show you my brother's legend!

Filippo asked desperately with a sad voice when he broke his childlike little body and sat down.

"... I don't know what to do with you. Whatever you want."

The collector decided to take a nap when he entered the nearby farmhouse storage shed with guidance from Filippo.

The hustle and bustle of adventurers and soldiers can be heard in the night breeze from distant camps.

It's not just the Marias, it's a bunch of targeted merchants and whores from all over the place who decide to make rough money.

I made an incendiary fire in the shed, broiled the dried meat I brought and stuffed it in the belly for both of us. Even in the middle of summer, it was even chilly at night in this village, which is far above sea level altitude than Silver Villago.

Filippo's story was that consideration had already been given to the nest-like place of dragons attacking the village. To get out of the clan “Golden Wolf," he went to bed early, coming to the conclusion that it was a good idea to attack the morning when he left in the middle of the night and the dragon was still asleep.

"Hey, Filippo. You know this village well enough."

"Brother, even if you hadn't met a swordsman with arms, I was going to get out of my husband and stick to an affordable adventurer and raise a flag. I'll do enough to find out where you're going in advance. My brother is out of details like that. But leave it to me. That kind of place is going to be perfect."

"Unplug."

When I closed my eyes and caught my coat, the muddy sleep wrapped my whole body.

Eventually, he woke up in the cold just before the bonfire went out.

The collector's body clock points to approximately three o'clock at night. Leaving the cabin and illuminated by the stars of the night sky, climb the hills high. From the rear, he felt signs of Filippo approaching as he rubbed his eyes, squeezing his jaw into the camp under his eyes without looking back.

"Look. They were the White River Night Ship in yesterday's orgy. The sober you drink, the better the rice you eat, the more you hold the woman out of your hips, the less you'll be able to use the next day. Let's go."

"Oh, wait a minute, brother."

Guided by Filippo, we descend the hill and divide it into dark woods covering the mountain hem. Few humans acted without lights in the middle of the night in this world.

Like modern Japan, there are no easy walking paths paved anywhere. Walking the untouched path was a much harder task than usual. Natural irregularities, such as large stones, thick tree roots, and deep dark canals, block the traveler's path.

Furthermore, there was no shortage of examples of wildlife, monsters, bandits and other things that threatened people's lives.

For months, however, the collectors who had travelled in the wilderness were accustomed to such things.

Like today, if the moonlight is good enough, it's like a wildlife, with a good eye for the fine parts.

Eventually, as he went down the road to the bottom of the valley, he accidentally stopped his legs as Filippo feared.

"What's the matter, all of a sudden stop"

"No, this is a place where locals don't usually stop in for fear."

"What the hell is that for? I want to know, too."

"That one, wow!!

"Whoa, whoa, what the fuck? Aah!

"Ahhh!

When the collectors jumped up and took a distance, there was Artemisia, a long-time beauty belonging to the White Cross Knights as deputy captain of the Clan Golden Wolf, who remained parted in the guild (Adventurers Union).

"I don't know, screaming right now."

Artemisia coughed deliberately as she pulled down her helmet.

"Mm. The other day, excuse me. It's an odd encounter to meet in such a place, Lord Klund."

"No, no, no, no."

"Come on, you'll hear something wrong. There is no way I, the knight, can make such a pitiful voice as a woman. Nah!"

As Artemisia pressed toward the trees in the rear, about ten men appeared lurking in the shadows. I could deduce that everyone was a fairly skilled adventurer from their own disguise, spilling a bitter laugh at the sayings of the deputy captain, but without a single gap.

"Oh, my God, I thought we got through this."

"Thinking is the same. The ten of you here are the best I've ever chosen. Everyone is an arm's length user. We got the evil dragon king's neck."

"Hey, that barrel bastard..."

When the collector asked about Stefan, Artemisia turned away and swept her cheeks. One of the men approached him once as if he had been illuminated.

"Brother, did you say Klund or something? At that time, you used to do that shitty pig a lot. My chest is soaked. Mostly, that out-of-the-box fat guy's in too much shape. Not everyone hates outsiders. I just want you to know that."

"Heh. Didn't you guys do booze and women last night?"

When the collector spoke to the men, Artemisia spoke as if she had cut the weir as she struck the stone poke of the spear in her hand onto the ground.

"Ah, ah, ah, they say they're going to do a sacred cause, but alcohol drinks, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh- I've dived into a dungeon a few times before as a deputy captain, but that didn't happen then! It's incredible! You can make a big deal out of them!

Artemisia changed the color of her eyes with a reddish face and threw up.

Apparently, he couldn't accept the fact that a man buys a woman before the battle.

There, her over-cleanness biased spirituality was revealed.

"It's not easy for the whores to follow you into the dungeon."

Filippo struck his ear in front of Artemisia as he stood still.

"Hey, Artemisia. Are you new to the crusade?"

"Oh, I used to solemnly say that when I followed, everyone looked disgusted. I didn't know you were stealing my eyes and holding back such a godfearless vice..."

The collector looked at her face as she let her face catch on.

Artemisia lays down her face with her hands on her chest, sighing deeply. It was the wind that my heart was troubled.

Seriously, that cute trick just because it was long felt unbalanced and extra B-female. It is instinct that a man wants to hold a woman before risking his life or killing each other. Beyond being an unknown being tomorrow, I don't want to be intoxicated by alcohol even in the blink of an eye and leave the rest of my heart in this world with a taste of the hot feeling of a woman's soft skin.

Artemisia sent a begging gaze when she raised her face slightly as the collector circled her thoughts about the man's period.

"No way, Lord Klund isn't like them, is he? Last night, you didn't skip depression or anything like that on Mi, Mi, Mi, Mi, Mi, Mi sluts, etc., did you? Huh?"

"Oh, it's for granted. I don't drink, I don't eat, I don't hold a woman for today's showdown, I only want a simple meal in the barn.... Hey Filippo. Don't laugh. I'm not lying."

"Heh, heh. Last night, my brother was very sophisticated. Last night."

"Right! After all, you are nothing like all the other men! That's what I thought. What a bearer of a clean mind. Compared to that..."

Artemisia stared straight at the collector with pure eyes, then moaned the ten men under her command. The men now laughed clearly as troubled and behaved badly. Maybe the woman and the liquor did it, but she restrained herself the next day to such an extent that she wouldn't stay. In the first place, the very existence of the adventurer is an out-of-society norm. So far, it would be cruel to tie him up with a strong morality, the collector thought.

"I can't help but keep talking about Gudagda any more. More than that, Filippo. That's the rest of what I was saying."

"Gu, Gudagda. My story is Gudagda."

Artemisia seems to be lightly shocked, but the keeper ignored it and turned the story around.

"Hey, if you go through this, you're going out somewhat wide. But the problem is in the valley. Even before, the lord has sent soldiers several times to pre-crusade the dragon that strikes the village several times, but it was too narrow to pass by only a few people at a time, so I heard that he was unconscious. Few soldiers or adventurers were killed by dragons attacking from the sky. I can't even get close to Locke to retrieve the wreckage, so they say the wild spirits wander around. The monster who came to claw the carcass, torn apart by flesh, scattered all over it. So this is called the Ground Beef Valley."

"It's the Ground Beef Valley. Well, suppose we hurry off to get caught in the vans and not be the breakfast of the evil dragon king at best"

"... I called you Gudagda"

Artemisia was somewhat childish and obstinate.

Apparently, he had a pretty dragging personality.

"That's enough."

As the collector flicks his coat, he cuts the lead and proceeds towards the narrow valley. After that, Filippo and the golden wolf adventurers, Artemisia, continued.

The light of the lamp in the hands of the adventurers allowed the area to be fully visible, thus increasing the speed of the march. Things changed when I stepped into the valley.

An indescribable gloomy air stands across the valley. In addition, a mild pain with a rotten smell that punched him in the nose struck the right back of the possessor's head.

"Damn, I can't stop. This rotten smell."

Filippo is completely frightened and leads to the collector's coat and walks. The adventurers were each up to pull out their weapons and put them into battle at any time.

"Be careful, Lord Klund. Here he comes."

Artemisia lined up next door smashed her ears. Put your gaze forward when you are told.

Near the rocky skin of the valley, blurred and illuminated by the light of the lamp, blurred and purple shadows made a sound and emerged.

"It's Larva. Perhaps those who died carelessly here became evil spirits"

"Seriously. That's right, fantasy."

The purple shadow, as it gradually solidified and formed closer to man, came toward slipping through the ground.

That number twenty.

"Hiya, brother, I'm here!

"Filippo, you stay hidden!

"Ma, wait! Lord Klund!"

As the collector swung off Artemisia's suppression and popped out, he took the first knife out of the leather bag and jumped straight towards Larva.

Of course, after this, the dragon that is at the heart of the dragon resists exorcism. I wanted to keep the longsword white on my lower back, which is the outline of a favor, as warm as possible.

"Buddha, you bastard!

The collector slaps the knife towards Larva.

The silver wire ran diagonally to amputate the evil spirit.

"Is that it?"

The collector looked up realizing that there was no response whatsoever to the swung knife.

Imminent in front of her, Larva opened her fallen eyes and mouth wide, raising her hands and attacking her.

"Ooh, what the heck!

"Lord Klund! Only sanctified weapons work for Larva, once you get back here!

"That's what I said first! Whoops!

The collector cleverly retreats as he scratches the drain touch that deprives Larva's opponent of his liveliness with a single piece of paper.

Artemisia's move out for cover was so quick that she didn't think she was wearing armor.

"Ahhh!

Artemisia rushed over with a silver spear about three meters long and burst out at the speed of the disease.

The sharpened tip pierces Larva's chest cheaply and she is pulled back to hand as fast as she stabbed. It was a skilled master's move.

Larva fogged her entire body and disappeared as she raised the elusive terminator that could be heard from the bottom of hell.

"This Holy Spear of the Virgin (Holy Lance) is a cathedral blessed property. It's a waste of time for you bastards to use it, but don't hesitate if you hold back our great good!

As the long-lasting Artemisia barked with her large spear up, the ten men who had subordinated it to the skins attacked the deceased abruptly.

"Brother Yi"

Filippo bites his lower lip and pulls the hem of his coat regrettably.

My brother and the collector who was being served also had mentions. As it is, I can't dress up in the future even if I'm pulling back quietly.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah"

When the collector removes the brown vial from the leather bag, he spreads the liquid inside into the knife saying goodbye.

"Brother, what is he talking about?

"Oh, that's the holy water I got for a Sister I know. Now, we win!

- Mr. Klund. This is, thank you - holy water. Use it in the morning and evening, when you pray to God. Holy water is not the golden water I manufactured in my body. Is that it? Did I expect anything? What vice did you intend to encourage after expecting it? Ugh, Mr. Klund's, heh-heh-heh.... Wait a minute, why are you taking the distance? No, it's not really Hilda's best squeeze. But oh, if Mr. Krund wants it, I'm ashamed, but I'm working on Hilda!... er, ha. It's a joke, right? Uh, seriously, you're hurting me, so don't pull it off, okay? Hey, far away. The distance between the two I loved is going away. Hey, Mydarlene. Hey, let's just calm down and discuss this!

The collector remembered the crappiest exchange in the world when he received the holy water, and it became a distant sight.

Seriously, it wouldn't be his golden water.

If I did, I guess I'd cut off the edge.

When the collector put up a wet knife in holy water (unconfirmed), it struck the herd of Larva again.

"Torah! You did it!

When the collector cut the whole thing with half a yak of shit, the evil spirit fogged as he raised his vague voice.

"That's Hilda juice! It works great!

"Do it, Lord Klund! All right, you guys, show me what the golden wolf means!

In response to the cry of Artemisia, a powerful voice gushed and resonated from the warriors who were fighting all over the valley, wooden spirits all around the area all cracked.

Ten minutes later, without losing his life as one of them, the battle of the Ground Beef Valley marked an end.

It was a victory for the living.

After the battle, the golden wolves led by the collectors and Artemisia, who recognized each other's power, proceeded in distance without becoming a sinister mood. Summer sunrise is out and fast and the world is stained with water. He spoke with a voice played by Artemisia, who was walking shoulder to shoulder with the zodiac.

"Nevertheless, Lord Klund's sword arm is inside. Even though we worked such disrespectful behavior, a refreshing temper that didn't seem to care. Besides, the cleanliness that, unlike the other lords, donates no fu, fu, fu, unclean whores. What a wonderful man you are."

"Aha, haha"

The collector had a thin make-up laugh as he opened up a bit to a real image and a distant fantasy kind of existence that rose on its own in Artemisia.

No matter how blunt the collector to the woman's heart, the obvious attitude of her was understandable.

Because I'm different, because I'm not what you think I am!

I mean, maybe that's not me!

"Ah, Lord Klund. Where are you going to leave the line? I still want to talk to you."

"No...... haha. Small."

"Mmm, well. All right, it's a whole little pause!

Artemisia blushed her cheeks, suddenly stopping the team from moving.

- Didn't you forget he's competing with me!?

The collector hiked his mouth, and as he left the group he moved toward the bush and began urinating.

"Ugh, piss"

"Then, take the shooting with you"

"Whoa, Klando! Hey, you're hanging some pretty good stuff inside! Ugh!"

"Hey, why are you pointing your tip at me? Oh! Stop it. Whoa! Ahhh!? In my pants, in my boots!

"Brothers, don't fly so much. Eh, Shizuku on your yummy heads, it's raining!

The collector spoke to the man next door as he swayed the tip of his penis into small pieces and dropped Shizuku.

"Well, are you and this deputy captain always so friendly?

"No, I don't talk to Locke, except I always do. It's the first time we've ever seen a face that looks so hazy and looks like a mule. Nah."

When the man asked his colleagues for their consent, it was time for them to shake their heads vertically.

"Well, why not?"

"... well, sometimes there was simply a deputy captain and your horse. Besides, you have a very good physique. Most of us may have been shorter than the deputy captain and not seen as men. Besides, did you see the lieutenant's spear judgment? The arms stand, but the back length is extraordinary and the big guy is, and I guess most guys haven't grabbed me by now. You're all that beautiful, but you're pathetic."

"Something like that."

The average height of humans in this other world was unusually low compared to modern Japanese.

Perhaps it was also due to the poor nutritional status of the common people without a loco meal.

Racially, the human race was mostly occupied by white people, but surprisingly tall people never saw it first, even as they walked around the city.

The height of the collector is one hundred eighty-three and high as a Japanese.

In that regard, the one hundred and seventy-eight, which had been treated almost as the eldest woman, were fished out from the back-length Artemisia. It is comfortable for her to walk next to a keeper who has more back length and thickness than herself. That would have seemed even more preferable if it had been someone you didn't hate.

"And, Klando. Earlier, when the deputy captain could say hello, he would have reached out and held his hips. No, I thought you weren't gonna watch that. I know she was born a nobleman and has a lot to dream about, but she's totally up to you now, that's..."

"No way, that's about it"

It was an intense time of male esteem and inferiority; rather, it was a world where men were considered weak, such as caring for women. Even if it didn't mean so much to reach out to a woman who was good to the collector, for Artemisia, there would have been another different way to receive it.

"Mind your own business and ask for a lieutenant."

"Yo, you're hot! Both of you!"

"You guys would have a sturdy baby!

The men left the scene with a mouthful of unsolicited things.

Without even hiding the Niyaniya laugh, I have eyes for Filippo, who put his hands together with his head.

"Brother, don't you like it, just hold it gently! That lady knight may be a little bigger, but she's a beauty, and she seems to feel good. Or don't you like women who eat?

"That's not what I'm saying, but you can't just take it easy on Pelo. Something seems like a strong conjecture. I'll think about it after I kill the dragon. Anyway, I'll see you back in the city."

Back to Artemisia, the night had already begun to dawn white.

For a while, as we proceeded, we reached the open slope of the valley bottom, which we opened. Beyond the open space, the shoreline was peering along Mount Dragon King, and about ten meters overhead a large dark canal floated like a flat independent.

Green bushes dotted all over the rock skin and the slope was not so steep.

It looked like anyone who was somewhat light could climb, even without using tools in particular.

"Brother, there must be a dragon in the cave."

"Uhm."

The collector puts his arms around his face. At the side, he seemed worried about how to set it up, but was actually thinking something completely different.

As for the true intent of the collector, I wanted to make a decision on Artemisia.

It has a long upper aesthetic shape. He has a body that is plentiful enough to tell right from the armor and the surcoat on it. However, as a neck, it has a character that is likely to drag the rest abnormally.

In some cases, she was pregnant with the risk of a setback in the harem plan of the collector.

"Do it, so, fuck it"

"What is it, Lord Klund?"

"No, there's a lot to look forward to."

"Uhm. I'll work out some abdominal proposals before I meet my enemies. Great mindset as a warrior."

In front of the elegantly mouth-watering beauty, the possessor was delusional about stripping her naked in the back of her brain and laying her together on the bed. Artemisia was too unremunerated.

"Come on, how do we attack that cave?"

"Wait!

"Nmugu"

When the collector blocked Artemisia's mouth, he put his index finger on his chimp.

The men also noticed the unusual atmosphere, and when each took the gain, they saw it still in the overhead space.

"Apparently, he noticed this one as well as his enemies"

I felt the intense wind move.

The treasurer waved the sword pulled out as he cuddled it to Artemisia's waist.

Gah, and I dared to let go of my sword to prevent it from breaking when I felt a strong tooth on the blade.

Screams similar to screams rose from around me one after the other.

"That's Vritra, the evil dragon king! You were still Wyburn!

Artemisia crushes low.

The entire length of the wings spread was well over ten meters in size.

The whole body had a green colour and was surprisingly covered by a fine urchin.

From the head, two pointed white horns grew so that they turned around, and the eyes could only see the ferocity that did not make them feel intelligent.

Gray turbulent pile teeth glimmer violently in his open mouth.

The three-finger nail was somewhat visionary reminiscent of a giant hen.

The collector nearly woke himself up to pick up the flying sword.

At the same time, the world lost equilibrium and flipped.

"Lord Klund. Its breasts......"

Pointed out in a sifting voice, I finally realized.

On the chest of the collector, he had his mouth open like a hole in the softball.

"Ah."

As Wyburn in front of him boasts, he shows off his long, pointed tail as if the snake were bringing a sickle.

At the end of its tail, a sharp protrusion, like a dark bee's toge, was smudging red and black mucus.

Speaking of which, I've heard of it. At the end of Wyburn's tail, there's poison.

"Lord Klund! Klund oh!!

I heard Artemisia in the distance.

The collector feels an odd vibrancy in his groin from his chest and drops his gaze.

- Oh, this is my blood.

My whole body suddenly got hot or cold.

I heard brighter red blood pouring out of my eyes, not just from my mouth, but from my ears, as I cut my nostrils and weir.

I can see the dragon in front of me stretching his neck with big wings.

The collector sent the signal of evasion from his brain to his entire body with all his might.

But the hand on the ground sucks on the spot instead of aiding in getting up and not leaving.

When the eyes of a bright red monster approached the present, there was not one last thing that came to mind.