Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Apparently, this poison needle contains the same ingredients as Downer-based drugs."

As the collector picked up the poisonous needle of the chopped Wyburn, he stared down at the shivers.

Would the length be approximately forty centimeters?

There was no return on the tip of the needle and it had a beautiful conical shape.

It was the same color and hardness as tattoo stone.

There was a very small hole in the tip area from which it was designed to eject poison.

"Downer system?

Artemisia frowned between her eyebrows as to whether it was an unfamiliar word to hear.

"Something tells me that I feel weird, I want to die, and this feeling plummets, it doesn't make sense. You don't know your good boy Artemisia."

"Mm-hmm. Klund is making fun of me again. I don't know what to do with it, but in short, it would be about drugs. Speaking of which, I'd feel strangely depressed if I hit poison in the cave, too. I don't know if the poison came out because it's been a while."

"You wouldn't have been stabbed. Why, did you hit Wyburn's poison?

"I don't care if you...

When Artemisia suddenly turned her cheeks bright red like apples, she turned to her side.

Confused by her reaction, the collector began to pack the poison needles he had picked up and the urchins into a leather bag.

"What are you doing?

"No, it's a loot. You see, you might judge it as something valuable."

"I'm sorry about the hokuhoku face, but I think maybe Wyburn's scales are a bundle of three sentences. You didn't struggle so much when you fought."

"Sakura, you."

"This guy was close to lizards or something in the lowest category as a dragon species, but strong enough if you think about it in terms of the average of the monsters. Still, it's not worth it as material."

"Huh!? Seriously. I've had such a hard time."

"You were an unfit enemy. Poisonous needles and low intake. This is two reasons why adventurers hate me."

As the collector kicked Wyburn's carcass, he began beating the peeled urchin with half a cry.

Artemisia grinned like she had trouble with his attitude like a child who had eclampsia.

"Either way, the offensive request is complete. But I'll tell you what, as evil dragon king, it wasn't enough. Why don't we go back to the Tabernacle and get some rest?"

"Oh, that? Speaking of which, what about the others?

"Hmm. I'm a little concerned about that, too. I wonder what happened to the Dodo and Arnold and Socie you were taking with you. I hope you're safe back there."

"Oh, no, I see Filippo, yes!?

The body of the collector, who had been carcassed with the recovered cozilli of the long sword, collapsed.

Ugh, Artemisia extended her arms and hugged her.

"Nah, man. Suddenly I can't help myself."

"Because I used my full physical abilities in Enhanced Magic (Strength). I'm awesome at recoil. Most of all, it would have been a little hard to win without supporting magic."

"Nah, why are you okay?"

"I didn't do supportive magic. That would be the difference."

"Seriously?

"That's suspicious. It's true."

The collector looked at Artemisia's troubled, somewhat sauce-eyed eyes and was reminded of the difference in talent to make.

Pick up the long fallen sword and drop it on the leather belt on your hips.

It's like I can't help myself in an arm holding a sword pattern.

The tremor at my fingertips conveyed and my sheath rattled.

"This is bad, this is"

You perceived the fright of the treasurer, Artemisia became powerful.

"What, the job is done now. Besides, I'll protect you when I do."

"You didn't bewitch yourself in anticipation of this"

"If we can't both move, we'll have trouble when we do. Even if it isn't, it's not weird what vicious monsters come out around here. The dragon was knocked down, but he was hit on his way home, so how can you not dress up?

"Other than that, you're realistic."

"All women are realistic creatures. Unlike a man."

"I thought you were a dreaming maiden."

"Silly."

The collector traveled the road to the village in a slow stride with his shoulders borrowed.

The two had no obstacle to walking because they were almost unchanged tall.

The sun had just fallen, and the surrounding area could still read the surrounding terrain without complete darkness.

"Wait, there's someone here."

Artemisia crushes low. As the collector narrowed his eyes and looked forward, he found a small shadow in the last ascent of the Ground Beef Valley (Hamburger Valley).

"You're Filippo!

"Aww! Hey, that's terrible!

The collector ran over to Filippo, trying to shake his shoulders off Artemisia. On the clap she was pressed she poked her ass cake and raised her voice of protest.

"Hey, jerk off! Hang on, dude!!

"Heh, heh. Brother."

Filippo's whole body was badly hurt to see.

Still a bunch of costumes, by the way, have been pulled a thousand times and torn apart.

The green hat was dusty and the left arm was stained bright red with spilled blood.

Obviously, he had been severely assaulted.

"What a terrible thing. You have to be strong."

Artemisia exercised healing magic towards Filippo. As the pale blue light of the healing light (healing light) enveloped the entire body of the dogma, the redness gradually appeared on Filippo's expression, which was pale.

"That's right, even cleric knighthood. Brother, I want you to take care of this one. I can't believe you're offering this kind of blessing to Akane Mon. She's not just a face, she's beautiful by far."

"Words and such are good. Here, Dodo. Don't force it to happen."

"Yes, Filippo. Just stay asleep and talk to me. What the hell happened?"

"Come on. I never ran away. Here, take this."

When the collector received the vial offered by Filippo, he opened the lid and smelled it.

"Poison it out. Right, you, for me"

"I don't know, brother, you look fine. was an extra blame."

"Oh, hey! Earlier, the sting hurt so badly!

Filippo narrowed his eyes satisfactorily as the collector drank the contents of the vial all at once.

"Eh heh, my brother is gentle after all. Come on, it seemed worth the effort."

"Who did this to me!

"Hey, when you interrupt the adventurers' tent, find it easy. The one who can beat Lord Wan, the one who can throw stones. Doji trampled."

"It was an emergency. To be honest, even our people..."

"It's easy to make a difference, knight. It's normal for the public not to take any kind of emergency story seriously about half-bakers like you. Lower than the ex. Sometimes monsters like us who can't even live with human compassion have to act like rats, and we don't get what we really need. The knight is a real gentleman. Kenzo, it's rarer for a brother or a knight to be nice to someone like you."

"Oh, no."

Artemisia mumbles. The collector walked out silently as he carried Filippo.

"Hey, if you want to carry me, I'll take care of it"

"No, this guy is my disciple. Let me do this."

"Brother."

The collector forced his fluttering feet forward and climbed out the ramp. On my back, I can hear my nose rinsing up. Filippo, who was so impressed, cried out.

"Men don't cry so easily."

"Soo Soo Soo Soo Soo"

"Filippo, I have one thing to ask you."

"Heh."

"You could be a man with ties to this village."

"Hehe. Was it a prospect? You're right, you're born here."

Filippo broke his mouth lightly after a few rounds.

"Come on, I was born with this body. I can't even help Locke with his wild work. I was sold to buy people when I was ten years old to slack my mouth."

Somehow I had an imagination. Even if there are no lodgings to accommodate strangers, if we paid the people of the land to ask them, we would have managed about one night.

The way Filippo walked was an inexplicable and accustomed foothold when he headed for the storage shed away from the centre of the village, as well as the path to the dragon's nest.

"It's not like this village is poor because the dragons started attacking it. It's not like I can take a lot of monkeys. But at least it wasn't as bad as it was ten years before the rice was slapped and sold. I don't know if he's the Evil Dragon King, but I don't know how. If you hear about the Bakemon being rampaged around, you can't forgive him. There's still a lot of parents and brothers living here."

"You."

"It's a good thing to do, it's just something that's always missing between us, and even if it's not, it doesn't help anything. Hey half-baker. I don't know what I can do, but I ran without arrows or shields. The fact that your brother is safe means that you are a dragon."

"Oh, my God"

Listening to the words of the collector, Filippo's body, which had been carried, was strong and rigid.

"I'm sorry it seems to water your brother's efforts, but he's a bukemon I saw when he was a kid. Bye. The real Evil Dragon King will still live."

It quickly proved that Filippo's words were true. What the collectors saw as they trampled the mountain road to reach the village was a vortex of red lotus flames rising all over the area.

The army and the camp of the adventurers had a tent covered with bright red flames per side like countless roses blooming in the dark.

Mixed with the screams of men and whores fleeing, every thing was burning and winding up firepowder in heaven.

The damage is not confined to the camp alone, with more than half of the countryside that was adjacent being licked and burned by bright red flaming tongues.

The screams of a farmer running away mixed with the bouncing sound of wood and the crying of a child echoed his ears all deaf.

"Oh, I said I finally knocked him down"

Artemisia twinkles with a stunned look.

Running around the camp was of the same kind as Wyburn, who had just struggled to defeat him.

It is a total of four bodies.

The Wyburns were ravaging people in ways that depended on allowances and so on.

The array of soldiers of the Lords were forced to recruit peasants by military service, and from the outset the war was scarce. When the soldiers disturbed their calculations and crushed them, all that remained were merchants and whores from all over the place who came after the spill.

Wyburn blew the curtain like a piece of paper, stretched out his long neck and stuck the crowd.

The crushed flesh dyed the fabric of the collapsed tent red as it rained blood around.

It didn't even come with sunset. The burned fire is stirred by strong winds from the fold and propagates at a dizzying speed. The vortex of madness pruned no sober thoughts from the people.

Very few adventurers tried to stay on the spot and fight. From those who stand individually as if uncoupled, they lose their lives to Wyburn's fangs and poison needles one after another. Exactly an annoying cry. Hell in this world was reproduced in the village of Bisces.

The villagers gather in ghostly footsteps to the gatherers who moved to the hills avoiding confusion.

It's over.

When one of the farmers snapped like that, one collapsed from his waist on the spot. Chained, the villagers crouch on the spot.

The collector felt his back warm and wet.

Filippo is pressing his voice to kill him and crying.

He wants to do something about it, I think he's hung up.

But even defeating the whole Wyburn thing was at stake. Though the crest of immortality belongs to me, the intense fatigue after healing the wound is on the contrary becoming more and more healing.

The collector gently extended his right hand and swept it into a long sword. The tremor at my fingertips did not stop, and my tiredness was growing stronger. I creased between my eyebrows and squeezed the pattern. Artemisia, who looked over at it, was shaking her head silently beside her.

"Klund. I do regret it, but it is no longer within our grasp. All we can do is return to Silver Villago as soon as possible and request the Knights of the Phoenix to run."

One division of Uncle Andrew Tiger's son was permanently stationed in Silver Villago. No matter how vicious a monster Wyburn is, he is powerless in front of an army with the sharpest equipment.

If we were to summon soldiers dispersed throughout the largest city with a population of more than a million, the village of Bisquez would not know whether or not there would be any damage among the dozens of nearby villages.

In addition, the hostile dark elf movement was enlivened in the "unwanted forest” closest to Silver Villago, and there were also reasons why the soldiers could not move.

The reason I listed it is that anyone living in Silver Villago knows it. Artemisia lay down her face as she was ashamed to understand once again how empty the words she had spoken were.

"Hey, what's that, that one?"

The man watching the burning village under his eyes squeezed out a voice and groaned. As the collectors turned their gaze ahead, they all looked at each other as they had shown.

The monster had a much larger body than Wyburn, which had so far ravaged people in their minds.

The bright red scales of his whole body shined in the light of the burning flames and moon.

Whenever a large wing wings, the Wyburns raise their frightened voices.

The individual nails at his or her swinging fingertips were thick and vicious as sharp swords in themselves.

"That's it, that's the real evil dragon king Vritra. It's the bucket that killed your old man."

My emotions were completely out of Filippo's voice.

The identity of the evil dragon king.

It was the Red Dragon (Red Dragon), one of the four advanced species of dragon.

Red Dragon sparkled his white fangs into the dark with his mouth wide open as he pursued Wyburn.

There is a trachea in the mouth of the red dragon that produces special flammable gases, which can optionally produce high heat flames.

As the Red Dragon raised its roar higher than ever, the fire was blown straight towards the current Wyburn. Wyburn falls lightly to the ground like a feather worm slapped down when it's on fire.

The red dragon descended to the ground with fangs raised in the hollow on Wyburn's torso, and then proceeded to eat slowly.

"What a guy. Is Wyburn his bait?"

Originally the Red Dragon is an organism that lives only in an area far south of the Romeless kingdom.

This red dragon was all responsible for Wyburn's frequent appearance, which should not normally be visible to the public in the summer.

The Red Dragon has tormented all the intermediate monsters that are Wyburn's staple foods.

And it was Wyburn, a lower species, who was the target of an appetite that didn't know where the Red Dragon was staying.

When Red Dragon finished eating his first halibut, he turned his neck perpendicular to heaven and kicked the earth and jumped up.

In the distance it was one red bullet.

Striking toward Wyburn swirling over the sky, he swung a huge tail like a giant tree and slammed the two off to the ground like flies.

One Wyburn finally understood that death was imminent at the present time, showing his back and leaving the scene. As crowned Feilong, Wyburn's speed was like a disease wind.

But when the Red Dragon zeroed that difference in an instant, like a comet, it chewed off a thousand wings in an instant and took Wyburn's ability to fly.

When Red Dragon saw the three men who had fallen to the ground crouched, he opened his mouth and threw up the red lotus flame, unable to move.

A spineless adventurer beside him set a bow, but the Red Dragon made a tail blow to pay for the fly.

The man was instantly devastated by a huge shock that shattered bones all over his body.

In front of the most powerful creature, the dragon species, humans were too helpless.

"As it is, all nearby villages will be wiped out by the time reinforcements arrive"

Artemis sifted out. The villagers had already given up everything or watched the sight in front of them as if they had frozen with little reaction to their voices.

"Brother, grate me here"

Filippo stepped off the back of the treasurer, standing on his own feet, although he could.

"Hey, wait. Taoism. What are you thinking? Don't."

Knight, don't stop me.

"Stupid, miserable. How can I let what I know is going to die go like that?"

"Even if it was, you can't let that bucket thing go its own way! Sure, you may be half human, but you can't watch your birth village get messed up any more silently! I'll at least cut a knife into that stupid thing that killed my favorite old man. Oh, you can't float to the afterlife!

"No, don't go!!

Filippo ignored the voice of restraint and ran down the hill at once. As the collectors rode themselves out to bring them back, a tall woman's voice showered against its back.

"Wait, wait, Klando!

When the collector looked back to his familiar voice, there was at some point the figure of Maria with a group of whores who had escaped difficulties.

"Let him go. That's what she wants to do."

"What do you want to do! I know you guys have been with Filippo a lot more than me! If I let him go like this, he'll just fuck off for sure! I can't believe he's dead!!

"There's no way you wouldn't think! Filippo is my real brother who split my blood!!

The sawdust stared at Maria's face in dismay. Her face remained oddly distorted and tearful.

"Yes, when I was fourteen and Filippo was ten, he was sold off by his real mother! But, you know, there's no resentment. Because I knew how hard my mother had been struggling since the jerk was eaten by that bucket. I have seven brothers and sisters, and I have to sell someone out to buy people, because I couldn't even pay for the year! Uncle Andrew here shouldn't come back to Locke without going to the capital. The deputy can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't even hate people to blame. Can I work in the city? I'm not kidding, I can't even read the letters, I don't have a job where people who can only plow fields can go to the city. We people can't live without sticking to the fields. I'm a whore. As long as there are men in this world, they can make as much money as they want. So he ate his teeth saying he'd rinsed any muddy water, saved money, and kept sending it for his family. Hey, Klando. Did you know that? According to the deputy, the worst thing in the world is not to give the lord an annual contribution. What would happen if I didn't? It's settled, isn't it? Tied up. I've been trying so hard to keep my mother and brothers from tied up until today. Yet your lord's soldiers and adventurers fled. Nobody protects me, nobody protects me! The village was also screwed up. This is almost Buddha's harvest this year. What Filippo and I have been working together to protect has almost gone bad. So don't stop me, please. At least let him have no remorse in his life. Please."

A few tears streamed down Maria's cheek. A strawy roof broke down with a fire column raised in the eyes of the collector. The villages under my eyes are licked up by red flames.

It was no longer possible in a place where people could live.

Pordina's frozen pathetic eyes revived in the back of her brain.

Maria and Pordina.

Different races. They were the same.

The sailor saw it that day, trying to imagine a scene where a green sailboat crosses a glittering creek.

However, no matter how many times it was portrayed in the back of his brain, Sabaku was shattered and scattered unbroken by a large, white vortex.

I can't cross.

It is so fated.

Then I'll give him the boat.

Squeeze the long sword.

The tremor was already gone.

Artemisia's expression paled as the collector sat back and reached for the grassy Great Sword.

"No way, you're stupid."

"Don't worry. Not without thinking about it. By the way, the Evil Dragon King bounty. Let me ask you something for your information. It's a good idea. About how long were we supposed to be out?"

"Huh? Yeah, the bounty on the offensive request depends on the amount, but it'll take more than a month. But why ask me that? I knew it!"

"Yes, I knew it. I won't be able to make it in a month. Sweepstakes for the Evil Dragon King crusade, give me my share, Maria."

When the collector grabbed the sword on his back, he ran out toward the village at the foot like a breeze as he flipped his coat. Artemisia's voice grows smaller and smaller screaming in the rear.

I know, that I'm doing something stupid myself.

I really thought it was time to take my life this time.

Red Dragon, who quickly slaughtered as many as four of those Wyburns, was a monster in a true sense.

I can't imagine myself cutting down that bucket of stuff.

I can't win. I'm not sure about fine dust either.

The collector, frightened by fear, realized that the invisible giant kept pushing his back.

It is anger.

It was anger at irrational violence, anger at helpless self, and above all anger at one's soul that seemed to succumb to such evil.

As we went down the slope and reached the camp, there were still runaway soldiers and adventurers around the area.

The reason they came to this village should have been for adventure, merit, and the enormous profits that came with it.

But before the presence of an unimaginably gigantic red dragon, all the thin vanity was stripped down, and the last thing that remained was the survival instinct, the most primitive desire as an organism.

"Give it back, give it back. Ooh! That's because of me. Whoa!

"Uuch eh!!

When the collector looked back at the woman's scream, there was a figure of Stefan, a heavy knight, trying to take the necklace away from one farmer and four men surrounding it.

"Hey, that one there! That necklace was sent for my wife by me! Take it back, please. Oh!

"Heh, what the hell. Well, that's when you lost your back."

Stefan, the heavy knight of the giant, threw up at the collector as he thrust the farmer as he distorted his fat face.

"What's up! Yeah, I thought you said you had complaints. Shit, I said there was only one Wyburn, so I came all the way to this country. The lord's army is a loser, and the breathtaking bastards of Artemisia won't listen. So, chest shit would be too bad! So give me a golden-eyed monkey and one or two women for the cost of going home. Take them home. Uh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Oh, yeah? You dirt bitch! I'm going to make you a meat hole slave, so why don't you say thank you and spit out the golden-eyed monkey!

"I asked for that. Don't you remember! Idiot! Bump!!

"N and the fucking people ahhh!!

Stefan waved his hand axe at the farmer.

As soon as the collector tried to run out, a small shadow quickly rushed out of the tent and thrust the farmer woman.

When the hand axe flashed sassy, a small shadow rolled along with the dull sound.

A splashed blood splash made a dodgy noise at the crate beside the tent.

"... lying. to."

The farmer was relieved to hold her blood-stained green hat with her buttocks on.

In front of the collector was the figure of Filippo, whose back was broken deep.

It hit Filippo's face as Stefan sputtered a lot.

In an instant, the reasoning of the treasurer was misty.

"Whoa, whoa!!

The collector threw the great sword he had once held against Stefan's belly as he raised a bark close to screaming.

The thick Great Sword drew an arc as he made a different sound and swirled.

Zun, and the sound of cutting off the meat, halfway through the great sword's body buried deep in Stefan's belly.

"Oh, huh? Huh?"

Stefan fell on his knees on the spot as he slipped the hand axe he had off his fingertips.

At the same time, the collector was pulling out the long sword of his hips.

The long sword makes a sharp noise and is waved down into a single letter.

"Oh, my God!!

The fountain's long sword cut Stefan's face in two straight from the front.

Stefan was desperate when his face was amputated, spasmoding his entire body with red and black blood splashes and splashed and fragmented frontal lobes.

When the four remaining men threw the box they had, they laid up their swords.

The collector lowered himself and ran his sword toward the man's waist.

The silver wire slammed a splash of firepowder and tore the void apart.

The scream rose high.

The man falls forward to swim when his flank is broken deep.

The collector jumped high toward the man who fled frightened.

A white blade carved a semicircle into the dark night.

When a man is swept down his throat, he removes his sword and covers his wound with both hands.

The blood that runs out of my cuffs gets soaked up.

The last time I groaned low, I flipped my eyeballs around and I was exhaled.

One of the men pokes at me with his sword swinging back and forth like crazy.

The collector caught the man's leg and let him fall, waving the long sword he had replaced in his left hand horizontally with his opposite hand. The white blade broke the built-in when it fully engulfed the man's belly to extinguish the man.

The last one turns his back and runs away screaming like a woman.

The collector gained momentum and threw when he picked up the hand axe that was falling.

Make a light noise and swirl.

The hand axe stood on the right immediate head of the man who escaped.

"Stay."

A peasant woman is picking up on a small filippo and crying. The collector narrowed his eyes and bit his crease as he poked one knee. Filippo's wounds were deep and could no longer be applied with his hands.

"... Carol. Don't cry. This is what your brother was destined for.... hehe, brother. It's not tight at all for being cool and popping out. hehe."

When Filippo wore the blood bubbles, he stood up.

"No, you can't. Oh, stay! Go back to sleep.

"Brother, I didn't even show you one of the arts that sounded like a clown to me.... take a look at one last thing."

So I laughed thinly, and I took out the balls of cotton from where I had taken them and started juggling.

"One, two, michi, ooh, whenever. What's up, Carol! Why don't you shut up and watch?

Carol lowered her face and raised her cry even higher.

The pain of punching me in the chest lingered in my ear.

Filippo, including the art, threw balls at the universe as if there had been no pain, and he showed a quick finger judgment. Occasionally, he weaved mimes imitating animals and behaved funny.

"It's good, it's good, Filippo! You're the best in the world!

The collector shouted to hide his emotions. Carol's scream went on and covered her.

"Aaaaah!

The balls thrown into the universe land on the right arm stretched in turn.

The fifth ball lined up nicely, while Filippo collapsed on the spot.

"... brother. Come on, I always thought I was halfway through myself. I couldn't wait to hate this body when I was born. But... it's easy for me to feel like I'm going to like you now. Take this..."

The collector gave him a deep nod when he received the dagger he had been handed.

"You're not half-baked. I've protected my sister, she's already a fine servant."

"... eheh. Glad to hear it,... Come on, it's not half a serving anymore.... just for one day, but with my brother... I'm so glad you're here. Hey... when this injury heals, will you take me on an adventure, brother"

"Oh, I'll take you. Everywhere."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! You're dead!!

Carol cried and rocked her body.

With recoil, the bright red tipped nose drops polarized.

Filippo never woke up again, with his face as peaceful as he was dreaming.