Dungeon+Harem+Master

Slave City venues were enthusiastic.

At one of the southernmost venues of Silver Villago were gathered more than five thousand men who awaited the day.

Day labourers and adventurers who drained sweat and collected scarce copper coins, slave brokers seconded by nearby stores to buy out business, women in whorehouses, small rich shopkeepers, aristocratic butlers who were ordered to buy large quantities for labor as youngest sons and gentlemen of unusual stature who came to buy themselves at the end of hiding their identities were gazing at the merchandise that ran their eyes blood up to the top of the center of the venue.

Competition began as soon as the sub-men, who seemed to be suited for a strong job, could be lined up.

A group of artisan guilds compete off one end for an inexpensive and user-friendly workforce.

Was the collusion done ourselves beforehand, and the first competition ended without much problem.

When the valued sub-men were taken to the refraining room, each was solemnly handed over with a burnt mark of the buyer's guild and family crest on a part of his body.

"Hey, next time, next time"

"I've kept my gambling and drinking for this day! 'Cause I'll definitely let you drop the excavation!

"Even Oyla was waiting for a day like today! Make it quick for me!

Blitz gradually grows larger and different heat waves propagate to the venue.

What they most wanted was, after all, a young and beautiful female slave.

The women, polished up all over their bodies for the day, were lined up in a row with the number tag lowered around their necks as they were pulled out onto the stage in a piece of cloth cut out of clump.

As soon as I saw my white skin like snow lit up by the lights, my big sticking chest, and a spotless ass protruding with a tung, the men quieted down with Singh, as if they had sent some promise.

A member of the slave union of MC progression will introduce the age and name of the female slave and a brief background.

The ladies had a full smile of flattery in the hope that there would be a slightly better buyer in the tuned street.

When the MC finished introducing everyone, he made them dress slutty one by one to prove that each product was free of scratches and STDs. When the female slave moved to what was known as the most eye-catching spot protruding from the stage, she let herself take an arbitrary and slutty stance.

Strike the auction hammer on the wooden pedestal as the MC man begins to compete one by one when all rituals are complete.

Instantly the venue turned into an anger crucible.

The moment you tell them the starting price, the men fish out the value as crazy as their gold allows.

Silver Villago's Greater Slave City maintains the highest quality in the kingdom.

In other words, young and beautiful female slaves can be purchased even at a fairly low price.

Some customers come to see the auction at the end of the summer once a year from all over the place, and if they put out the merchandise to this, they would surely get rid of everything.

People run mad at the treacherous act of redeeming a single human being with money and buy and fish women slaves with all the wealth they can have. The young and beautiful slave did not speak as loud as the ancient wife, but only sincerely to the Lord.

Most of them were occupied by what was bought and collected in remote rural areas, knowing that if they were bought by humans near large cities, even if they were slaves, they would not be fed all their lives. So much so that rural poverty in this world was extreme.

I can't eat anyway.

The farmer's daughter marries the farmer.

But what was there was a life without sweetness and other fine dust that was unthinkable to urban humans. The farmer was basically a large family of more than ten, and from the day of his daughter-in-law he was treated in that house as a cow horse.

In the morning, he woke up before sunrise to do his labor, and at night he returned to a place similar to the house at the same time as the sun set, where he lived under constant watch by his aunts and aunts.

Even the husband-and-wife business was livestock simplicity in farmers without room splitting.

There is also a laughable anecdote that when a certain king's knight speaks to an old woman who encourages her to do wild work and hears her age, she was only sixteen. The daily harsh labor, and the field work that lasted without rest, continued to burn in the sunlight, and all that wrinkles and stains were carved into his face, even in the years of the sixteenth daughter-in-law.

There is talk that in this slave city, a female slave bought by a middle-aged man who does small business divulged to her family the feeling that she felt like a princess who appeared in a fairy tale when she was given Sarah's change of clothes and an extremely common meal three times during the day.

Compared to rural life, which was below leftovers, and which never even went belly, the life of urban female slaves was close to heaven.

If this happens, the female slave also tries to be sincere to the Lord, and if so, the Lord increasingly adores the female slave. Having tasted this kind of heavenly life, the female slaves gathered all the sisters of their homeland, and there was also a lord who was framed to have six convenient sisters female slaves.

Meanwhile, there were also many men who abused female slaves cheaply by sexual collapse and satisfied their abnormal sexuality. Depending on where they bought it, the human happiness on the selling side of the slave city, which turned into heaven and hell, was always gripped by currency.

In an underground special room away from the main venue housing thousands of people, there was a small room where about thirty people could enter. This room is not a place for anyone to enter, like a games hall, but is for extremely special guests who cannot enter without the spokesperson of some customers and slave trade unions.

The men sitting in the luxurious chairs adorned the small rooms were each occupied by the upper-class people with style. This was a special room for Shylock to compete for high-end slaves on hand salt.

In the corner occupied by the almost elderly gentlemen, there was the figure of the boy.

Soft golden curly hairs and a touch of pride. Those gray eyes kept waiting for the auction to start, keeping the unusual heat pregnant.

It is Heidal Burner.

Meanwhile, in the auction room, he was a subordinate of the Wolves of War (Wearwolf), sitting in a chair without being slight, surrounded by the seller, Shylock, and the head anton, a girl of cold beauty, Pordina.

Eyes staring into the universe were vain.

Cold, tight beauty was frozen to keep all things from coming.

Emotions are completely dead.

The look hardly moves when you come close and speak up.

If the Lord's Shylock spoke, he would respond, but his voice was inorganic as iron.

"Nevertheless, I am concerned about the late arrival of Sir Bradley"

Shylock took care to the point where it was possible for Pordina not to fall into the hands of a sexual fallen man named Heydal Burner, but he could not be completely eliminated from pushing his rights as a clan of lords.

As a measure of distress, I decided to ensure her safety by asking Sir Bradley, an acquaintance of the nobility, to bid for Pordina, but it was unnatural not to arrive yet, even at the scheduled time.

"No more accidents. Or…"

Anton, the head of the Shylock Chamber of Commerce, led Haidar's murder. Immediately Shylock overlaps words and denies them.

"It can't be anything at all. Marquis Bradley is royal. I don't know if Heydal's going to get that far."

"But I met him. If that happens, the competition will probably be won by one of the Haidal boys. If you look at the rash on your face today, even if you're tall, most of you don't have the money to eat cold food and spend your spare time hiding."

Pordina thought of one blurry man as she listened to the conversation between Shylock and Anton.

(After all, he didn't come...)

I was expecting that man somewhere.

That was unlikely hope.

(I'm sweet......)

We can no longer change our established destiny. Even though I know that won't happen, I'm still tied to my little girl's imaginary emotions.

That man may be a gentle man, but he won't be able to create the money to buy himself up after all. He was a strange man to apologize to himself, a slave, or to knit a boat to comfort him and float it in the river.

(It was a good dream)

That man seems to be close to a beautiful Sister. She would be an upper-class child, called a character or waist, who followed that rainy day and cared for her devotionally. You don't have to force yourself to make a lot of money, but there's a woman right next to you who thinks of a man. I feel sorry for you, but people can't hang their lives for just that.

You should have known, but you're dragging it uncompromising.

Still, Pordina had a strong chest when she imagined the sight of that man trying to comfort herself walking closer to someone else.

"... cannot be delayed any longer. All we can do is pray that Lord Bradley makes it in time."

"If you don't make it, you'll lose the death of that young man."

If you noticed, Pordina was up from her chair. Anton in front of me. It solidifies with a bitter, chewy look that it's gone.

Nature and ears pounded hard.

What did the man in front of you say now?

I feel like I've heard things that should not be heard down.

Turning his gaze to Shylock, the engraved face of the deep wrinkle was oddly distorted. My chest is pounding rapidly and hard.

"Now, my God, what did you say"

Anton turned away. Pordina gazed jizzily into his eyes as she walked over to Shylock to clog. I saw my moustache tremble slightly.

"I can't help but hide it. I feel like there's no point in knowing this. Still want to hear it?"

"I have to know that."

"Right. Then let's be clear. Mr. Klund tried to make some money to buy you away, and he tried an impossible quest."

It's a lie.

"The opponent is Vritra, the evil dragon king. The result is..."

I want it to be a lie.

"He said he lost."

Such is too little salvation, if not a lie.

After that, Pordina didn't remember how she got up and reached the auction floor.

The men at the venue stood colored in Russia as soon as they saw Pordina's worried eyes and their excellent appearance.

"What a beautiful subhuman girl"

"This is the hidden sphere of the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce."

"No, no, I'm getting excited for not being old enough."

"This isn't about chilling."

The subject of the competition is Pordina alone. The limited auction was launched when the MC progressing man strictly told the million P (pounds sterling) of the starting bid amount.

"A million!

"One million two hundred thousand!

"1.35 million!

"One hundred and forty!

"Fourteen hundred and eleven thousand!

"One and a half million!

"One and a half million!

Thirty men wither their voices one after the other to catch the winning price.

But for violating expectations, Heydal keeps his back deeply sinking in his seat, his eyes closed. The enthusiasm of the venue became particularly unusual as the voice grew.

"A million and a half!

"1,650,000!

"1,660,000!!

"Seven hundred thousand!

"Eight hundred thousand!

"Eight hundred and eleven thousand!

"Two million!

"Twenty-one million!!

"Who are you, the guy who's putting 10,000 sequoias on top of each other!

It's me.

"It's me, not you, you jerk! Poor man, stay calm!

"Meh, that's bullshit. I'm not spending my money on this!!

"Yan, oh!?

"Silence to those there. I'll force you to leave."

Possessed by Pordina's abundant body charm, the men returned to their respective seats with tongue-beating. When the auction began again, Haidar moved.

"Three million."

"Sabi... three million!

"Two and a half million!

"Three million two hundred and eleven thousand!

"Three and a half million!

"Three million, four hundred thousand!

"Four million."

When Heydal told him four million P (pounds), the area shrugged.

Four million P (pounds sterling) is about 40 million yen in Japanese yen.

After all, it was not the amount I would pay a slave.

He is also a beast, albeit a war-wolf of rare value (Wearwolf).

I said this was an abnormal enough amount.

"Hey, that's just it, you don't have any more"

"Oh. That young nobleman is Sir Heydar Burner."

"A clan of lords? I don't care if you have to strain with him. I'm scared of the rest."

A kind of relaxed air flowed through the venue. It is only natural that competition will not thrive when this happens. Haidal tided her cheeks as she pointed her grey eyes at Pordina.

"Oh, my dear Pordina. Soon, you'll be mine."

"It's four million, four million! Don't you have one! Without..."

"Four million!

Earlier 10,000 men raced up in anticipation of when the MC man tried to strike down an auction hammer on the wooden platform.

Ten thousand men were desperate to see how untrained Pordina would remain, and the Haidar in desperate shape. When Haidal lightly flushes 10,000 men's cursed gaze, he races up the price with a voice that often goes through.

"Four million."

"Four million and eleven thousand!

"Four million two hundred thousand."

"Four million two hundred and eleven thousand!

"Four and a half million!

"Four million five hundred and eleven thousand!!

"Four million six hundred thousand!

Ten thousand men shocked and sweated across their faces, rubbing their unhealthy protruding bellies, sighing roughly.

"Sir Burner, four and a half million p (pounds)! No more!!

10,000 men, when they didn't ring, let their gaze wander around and lay down their faces. A victorious smile floats firmly in Haidal's face. The victory or loss seemed decided.

"Four and a half million!!

A rough voice wooded indoors, along with a door-opening roar.

Pordina stood up trying to kick the chair as she turned her gaze to the person who came in.

Hiccups, and my throat cramps and I can't get a word out of my mouth.

The man looked as if he had simmered a borough rag. The coat covering the upper body is burnt and carbide everywhere. The rift in the empty hole made me wonder how much fierce the fight was going on. The right face is messily wrapped with a thin dirty bandage. Wasn't the wound healed or so awesome that the stinging reddish bodily fluids made me want to stain and cover my eyes. I'm pulling the trigger that moved my right leg. He was wearing a heavy leather bag, and every step he took, he heard money rubbing against each other.

"Four and a half million. What's the matter, you can't possibly hear me."

The venue became noisy with a sudden intruder. I can't help it. The man's appearance was worse than that of a vagrant roaming the city.

"What, that man? Can't you see I'm in the wrong place to come"

"It's a terrible outfit. And that wound. You can't even see a scratch like that in a garrison."

"What are the guards doing?"

"Daimyo, you must have strayed from a cheap general venue. Sometimes we have this kind of arrangement."

A voice cursing at the wrong place boils down to my mouth.

A werewolf MC man stared at Shylock, a heavy town in the union, like he was in trouble.

"I don't mind. Go on."

"Yeah, but..."

"I told you to keep going."

When Shylock states in a resolute tone, the MC man stretches his spine to raise his voice.

Haidal struck his tongue hard.

"Uh, so it's from the jumping in participants. It's 4,7 million!

"Come on, four million and eight hundred thousand!

"Four hundred and ninety"

When Heydal raced up, the man did not exchange feelings and went on top.

"Four hundred and ninety-five."

"Five million. Ahhh!!

Five million of the big ones.

At best, I reached the amount that Shylock planned. No longer did those around them have a strong interest in where this auction would settle, killing their breath to keep an eye on the mysterious man and Lord Burner's one-strike.

Five hundred and ten.

"Five hundred twenty!

"Five hundred thirty."

"Five hundred forty. Ugh!!

"Five hundred and fifty"

From Haidal's expression, the laid-back atmosphere was scratchy and exfoliating emotions popped out. He glances open his eyes cuttingly and shivers his thin crease into a mess.

"Young lady, calm down"

"Shut up. Ah! What the hell? Oh, what the hell is going on out there all of a sudden? Whoa! I've got everything I ever wanted. Ah! Pordina's gonna be mine. Oh! Get your hands off my toy! Six million pounds. Ah! What do you say? Ahhh! Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Haidal's crazy roar echoed. The man pressed his head into silence as it wore a bolt.

You saw that gesture admitted to losing, and the MC man put it high over his head to shake down the auction hammer. From Haidal's mouth, which disturbed her hair and breathed roughly on her shoulders, hiccups, and a humble voice leaked.

"Waited."

When the man controlled the MC's hammer, he unwrapped and crushed a strand of leather bags as he grabbed onto the stage.

"Ten million."

"What?"

The MC man took some time to chew the word out in his head. Then, when I understood the meaning of the word, I asked him again, pulling his face back like he was shrugged.

"Well, $10 million."

"Ten Million P (Pounds) in Romless Kingdom Currency. Together, on this occasion, I'll pay you!!

When the man turned the contents of the leather bag upside down, a glittering gold coin poured out.

The host man glanced and opened his eyes, where he picked up the merchant, the quick fallen gold coin, and piled it up ten pieces at a time.

"Exactly. This is one, two, six for 100,000 P (pounds) gold coins. There are at least ten, two and a half million p (pounds). But why all this money?"

"Hey, seriously, you can sell it, upside down. What's a urchin? But Donatello's dick is worth more than that, because he pays for it instantly."

The MC man looked suspiciously at the man's twinkle but eventually regained his mind and looked around again back to his original position.

"Ten million P (pounds) is out. Don't you have any more? - Okay, bidder. Uh, may I have your name?"

"It's Klund."

"Then the Wolf of War (Wearwolf) female slave Pordina won the bid for 10 million p (pounds)!!

As the host man forcefully struck the auction hammer onto the wooden platform, a mild sound of victory rang. In this vibrant reversal play, the indoor aristocrats also forgot their obsession with the pain and boiled with great cheer.

"Come on, man, I got it. I'm gonna lose? It can't be, it can't be."

Heydal was struck with a ghostly look on both knees about the floor. The collector dragged his foot past the side of the loser and advanced to Pordina, who stood with a flashing face.

"Super Cool Savior"

"Huh."

"Big and Big"

"Ah......!!

Pordina's eyes staggered with the gaze of the zodiac. She shuddered her whole body with an emotional look as she laid her overhead ears behind her back when she looked like a crier.

Large tears thrive.

As the collector wiped her eyes with his fingertips, he extended his long and powerful hands and hugged her.

Pordina's body fits perfectly in the chest of a large collector. She has also put her arms around her, as is normal to do so.

Pordina lowers her eyes gently and lifts her thin jaw.

The collector kissed her to softly stack her own on her crease and stumble. Her warm tears poured out on her cheeks.

"You fall in love, this is"

The moment Pordina snapped with her hot eyes, her anger ran.

"Whoa, whoa!!

Haidar, who pulled out his sword toward the two of them as they held each other, jumped. The collector even flew backwards as he kicked Haidal's hips with Pordina in his arms. As the people around them screamed frightened by the sudden assault, a united giant revealed himself as he destroyed the exit door.

It is a giggle of cyclops.

Geeg roared in excitement as he threw the man he was about to hug into the center of the room.

An old gentleman of character thrown out in the center was already desperate as he twisted his neck oddly.

"Sir Bradley!! Sir Burner, are you insane! No matter how much you are in Uncle Andrew's family, you will not be condemned to death if you stop being royal!!

When Shylock revealed his anger and yelled, Heydal took the sword of the stripper on his shoulder and no longer showed the lunatic himself the gold. Let him go.

"Shut up. Oh, Shylock! I knew you'd bother calling this jizzy to get in my way. So I went out of my way to let go of my men and try to make it easier for me to compete off the format alone, but I was embarrassed. [M] Hey, too. Keep it up, I'll get a Pordina. Isn't that good? I do not accept objections. I'm a family of famous Uncle Andrew, and I'm a very bloodthirsty person, so I'm allowed to do anything."

"Thought I could really do something stupid like that."

"I can. It's just, come on, it's hard to have someone who knows about this. So let's all die on the spot. He's dead. Then come on ahhh!! Dirty bastard there!

You're the only one who won't let you die easily! You've defiled my Pordina. You'll take the time to crucify her!

Six men who had originally been indoors with the men who had broken in with Geeg surrounded the Cavemen. The collector retreats jizzily as he covers Pordina.

"Oh, my God. Ah."

The treasurer was in a pinch. In fact, he forgot to procure a replacement score after being broken by the evil dragon king in the battle ahead.

Unexpectedly, there was an eye with one man who watched things change at the wall.

That was 10,000 men competing with Haidal before the collectors arrived.

The man threw the waist fee high as he made a kime face toward Pordina on the back of the zodiac.

The sword stunningly fitted into the hands of the collector drawing beautiful parabolas.

"What!

"What are you doing, you bastard!!

"Chop him up from Temehe. Yup, you fat fuck!!

10,000 men shouted to sing in a surprisingly beautiful baritone as they recieved the men's curse with a cool face.

"Lord Klund saw you as a true knight protecting a weak woman. That sword is one of the Romless Three Holy Swords passed down to my Banks family, named Black Lion! Cut me loose!!

The sword was laid on a guttering pitch-black steel sheath. The length is superior to one meter. Straight knife without sleigh. When it releases, it shines like a black crystal. I couldn't help pulling what I saw. I had a suspicious twinkle.

"Cooch no!! Hurt him as much as you can before you carry him to the mansion!

"Young lady's orders. Ahhhh, die!!

Cooch poked directly from the front when he shouted like crazy.

The collector waved the black lion horizontally as he crouched to cover his injured right leg.

Oops, the strong wind sounded a strange roar. The long sword, wielded at a whimpering speed by the haughty arm of the treasurer, broke easily up and down when the torso of the cooch that had poked at him was fully dispelled. At the same time as the odd interrupter exploded, Cooch blew his upper body apart. A huge amount of blood and built-in were scattered and what was a couch rolled to slip down the floor and clashed at the wall.

"Please, Octavia!!

My whole body scratched out wrapped in enormous amounts of light when the collector screamed like that. The men who were surrounded unravel the siege to the excess glare and distance themselves.

At the next moment, the collector ran out tearing the bandage off his face with his left hand as he stood completely on the spot like he had no right foot injury or anything.

"It's a totally flawed product to not be able to send magic only that day! I'm sorry about the recall!!

"What the fuck!!

"Knock it off!"

"Kill him!"

The collector broke in front of his worn coat and jumped high like a bat.

I shook my long sword left and right violently. A sharp silver wire ran like lightning.

The men were slashed in the throat the moment the collectors ran through, spitting blood reflexes and dying.

All of a sudden a giggle of cyclops excited to see his buddies trumpeted up steps on the floor toward the treasurer and progresses. The three meters were giant, but from the collectors who had already destroyed the dragon, they often looked the same size as normal humans.

Geeg is waving a huge hand axe with an unpleasant voice similar to electronic audio.

The collector slipped his long sword in a low position as he gently deflected the blade wind that raised his temples.

The silver wire ran like a meteor as it broke Geeg's knee deep.

I can't even stand satisfied anymore if they destroy my legs supporting it just because I'm a giant.

"Temehe is just a big fat ass!!

The collector poked his long sword with both hands deep into Geeg's belly.

The black lion's cut pierced the giant's body without any resistance to break the melted butter.

Half of his body was pulled out of Geeg's back about as fast as the moment he stabbed him.

Geeg slowly falls to the front as he shivers his giant.

The collector slammed the blade he had pulled out into Geeg's face to slap him on the side.

When Geeg was dusted to dust his face enough not to stop the prototype, he splashed his brains and dyed the floor to the vermilion.

A man who sees Gigg fall advances in panic and waves his sword unscrupulously.

The collector went for it. He stuck his long sword in it all at once.

The silver wire pierced the man's defenseless heart.

Pull out the long sword buried to the point of Tsuba.

Then he set his aim on the face of the man who was groaning next door.

When I wondered if the long sword had drawn a semi-circle in the void, the sound of beating and breaking the meat bitterly rang.

When a bright red straight line ran diagonally to the man's face, it got big and fat.

The other one throws his weapon, sits grounded and begs for his life. The collector responded with a blood splash when he mercilessly slapped the back of the man's head with his expression off.

"Dumb, dumb. Is it okay to end up like this? Who are you, and why are you interrupting my fun? I just want to keep buying a lot of slaves, dragging the built-in out, and enjoying that face dyeing in despair. Whoa! Even you, if you hadn't shown up in front of me, my paradise would have lasted forever. Ah!!

"That's why. I'm here to finish your paradise."

Haidal jumped with a hateful, burning look when he clenched his sword with an unfamiliar hand.

The collector wielded his long sword horizontally with all his might. The silver wire deeply broke Haidal's shoulder.

Haidal crawled down the floor like a child crying.

"I am ah ah ah!! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"I'm a doctor, hey!

The collector waved down his sword head-on as he stood in front of Haidal with an angry look.

"Ngi!!

Heydal raised a severed demon like a crushed frog when his face was severed in two, and he was desperate as he gave his hands high.

When the collector kicked what was Haidal, he slashed his neck off. The neck hit and flipped as it rolled up to the wall. My eyeballs popped up. My face was distorted resentfully. I threw up at my face not knowing if I was looking at Nabe.

"Find as much as you like in hell"