Dungeon+Harem+Master

After a petty conquest of villains, he headed to the Adventurers Union (Alliance).

It is about a twenty minute walk from the room rented by the collector to the office on the main street, and the location is a bad place.

Ai was no different, passing in front of a guard who stood with a frivolous armour and headed to the reception. I see Nelly looking at the paperwork seriously at the counter. Nellie turns her gaze at the person who came in for a moment, but as soon as she finds out it was the treasurer, she lays down her face.

It is cancer ignored. I didn't hang up a bit.

"Nelly, it's been a while! Yo, I was fine! I wonder what color pants you have today."

"... die"

"Oh, my God. Look at me. It's a refreshing morning. Can't you do one of these cheeky faces?"

"Air, dirty. Me, offended."

"Oh, my God, you're a loving woman. Oh, I eat candy."

"I'll take that"

When Nellie puts the candy offered by the collector in her mouth, her eyes focus slowly.

"Is it hypotensive?"

"I know and I ask. People call it ruthless."

My gaze on the zodiac changed from the eye that sees the sputum on the side of the road to the stone.

"What can I do for you, stone? I'm busy with a lot of business steps in the morning. Normally, you fool me, and the adventurers don't speak up. Shameless."

"Oh, why are you so angry now..."

"I'm in the mood."

"It's your job to deal with customers, too. Suddenly, you abandoned the reception."

"If you're a customer, yes. Can you really give me a break?"

Nellie puts her eyebrows in eight letters with a look like she's in deep trouble and goes low.

But I'm not the kind of collector to consider that!

"No. I'll get it. As long as I exist on the ground and remain a member of the Adventurers' Union (Alliance), I'll leave you to it."

"This guy."

A collector and Nelly pinch the counter and hit a fiercely murderous gaze. The young woman adventurer from the Ranger position who came in through the entrance is frightened and turns right and returns.

It was the throbbing of a multitude of people heard through the entrance door that watered the two immediate-touch shots. After everything, the collector looked up and looked in the direction of his voice.

"This guy, well.... Long time no see"

From the doorway, numerous officials were sweating down their foreheads to bring in giant skeletal specimens of their heads.

"You're a specimen of a red dragon called the Evil Dragon King who was crusaded the other day. They have not had any loot (trophies) so far in the last few years so they will decorate the lobby. Let me tell you something from a personal point of view, what are you talking about? Decorate something cuter."

"Ho ho, tell me to decorate something sweeter. Mr. Nelly is a maiden."

"I'm a maiden. Will you stop speaking up even though you're so maiden that 10,000 people have to admit you're useless? My virginity gets dirty."

"What am I like in you?"

"If I were a glass of fresh water, you'd be ink."

"Is that it? Yeah, okay. Mr. Nelly, who is cold and tough on me like that, I'll give you confidential information that will hold him. Ooh, ears."

"No. You're going to whisper dirty words in my ear. That's what I always buy. Make it a cheap whore."

"He said he wasn't. Actually, that dragon. I'm the one who knocked him out."

I could lose my expression from Nelly's face. It's like an unwilling mannequin.

Behind you, the men of the staff carry the pedestal. Come on, the caller is brave, and the head of Vritra, who became a traveler on Yellow Springs Road, is set up. In the stirring of the people, the collector groaned in front of the frozen beauty.

"I'm the medal, Lady."

"Yeah. Right, Klund's a strong kid. Sister, I know, so don't mess with me outside anymore."

"What, that gentleness! Oh, oh, no one understands!

When the collector bursts his head, the color of mercy floats darkly in Nelly's eyes.

I don't believe this guy at all.

"Hey too. The world is always so blind."

"Yeah, yeah, so-called. I can't see the reality in your eyes."

"Don't grab people for fools."

"By and large, it was Artemisia the“ Golden Wolf ”who defeated the evil dragon king. I hear she's fallen out of the clan."

"Out, when!?

"Uh, it must have been the day before yesterday. Because Sir Binlich, the leader of the clan, has screwed into the secretariat with a bright blue face. She says she's completely disappeared. It's a shame. No, the Virgin or something, and the conversation's jumping like a mountain."

"Damn, the public is just a bunch of scheming ones. You haven't even caught my nose."

"Good luck getting a little attention from the public, too, Klund."

"Oh, my God, I did that! Oh, that's okay. Anyway, I'm a human being who won't be dealt with by anyone. It's scumbag. He's a person who doesn't have to be here or not."

"That's not true, if all of a sudden you disappear, you care!

"Really? Specifically?

"Look, you're always looking at wall stains and all of a sudden you're worried about it when it's gone"

"Oh, come on! Is that what I'm worth, in you?!?

"It's quite a thing. Hola, I'm commuting from the dorm."

"I don't know, no."

"So, it's about a sufficient walk to the office here. Along the way, I follow the fence of the Chamber of Commerce and come straight ahead, but the fence in front of me inevitably enters my sight at the corner, but I'm always concerned about the brown stains there.... Well, I'll forget about it in three seconds."

"Don't forget! Don't forget about me. No, he said he was here today on a proper errand. Well, maybe you know, but I'm stuck in a dungeon offense here. So."

"Here and there, didn't you dive once? Plus, slap me in the mouth, fast retreat. I'm talking about how much safety margin you're taking. Hurting is frightening, adventurers and so on! Die!"

"Well, it is. But the last part has nothing to do with my predisposition."

It's a revelation of truth.

"How much do you want to kill me? So, I figured soloing was the limit, so I was wondering if someone could introduce me to an affordable adventurer. This hope is a woman who is familiar with the dungeon, who can read the map, is intelligent, supports my adventures accurately, is tolerant of my ladies play without ever being emotional, has big tits, is clear system during the day, but is eloping and seductive on her bed at night, is about her age in her late teens and realizes everything, her ass is huge and tight, she unconditionally clings to me, she feels pure cultured in a box with big tits Co"

"Will you stop drooling your delusions at the sacred reception"

"I don't know, I knew it"

"If you're looking around the world and walking, you might be alone."

"Seriously!

"Well, a convenient woman would be well secured by someone somewhere."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Don't spill your blood tears on your paranoid rivals."

"This is the sweat of my heart"

"If you're that eager, why don't you go to a place called Louise's Tavern? There's always solo adventurers out there looking for someone to party with."

"Louise's Tavern? Hey, why didn't you tell me there was such a handy thing? I just found out!

"I just taught you."

"Hey, this guy's been busy!

When the collector slapped his forehead with his own palm, he thanked Nelly and ran away like a disease.

Nellie bluffed softly after the back of the collector, who burst out and left Oraola and the adventurer at the front door, instantly disappeared.

"Oh, speaking of which, I forgot to tell you that the drinker lady used to come looking for Klando every day"

Lacey woke up with the unpleasant sound of Giggy and her brain shaking.

Unlike what is unique to Japan, the Romless Cicada doesn't like the signs of the basic people and stays away from the whole city, but this morning one of them is snarling downstairs, wondering what caused it.

It's even unpleasant.

My throat is crunchy. When Lacey woke herself up from her bedroom, she gently held her drunken, gun-painful head with her hands. Flaky, sandy hair (Sandy Blonde) flows in front of the buckwheat.

"Oh, it sucks"

Since the collector disappeared, Lacey continued her double life with the search during the day and the Silver Carriage Pavilion at night.

When I head to the washroom without even dressing, I wash my face with the raw, lukewarm water I put away. The woman's face in the mirror was badly fucked, as if looking at a stranger.

"Terrible face"

Lacey inadvertently felt a strong nausea as she stared at herself in the mirror. Put your hands on the sink, Ezuku. The spitting liquid only slightly wetted the table with light yellow stomach fluid.

I hadn't taken solids all day yesterday either. Lacey easily broke the drinking in the store, which she had forbidden to herself too much of a rustle. Only when I was singing and drunk could I forget everything.

But if you wake up drunk in the morning, the inevitable reality will push you.

It was an extreme nightmare of being alone.

"Ugh, ugly."

When Lacey knelt on the spot, she burst into tears.

No, Klander's gone.

On the morning of love, when I went to register with the Adventurers' Union (Guild), since I left the store, the presence of Klan has disappeared as if there had been no such person from the beginning.

Did you not like the fact that you baked a sticky look after your wife?

Or was there something wrong with my body?

Has any other woman you like gone somewhere far?

Or did something happen to Klund?

"Oh, oh, no, no, no, no!

If any other woman could have done it, she would be prepared to use any hand to get it back herself.

But what am I supposed to do in case of this?

Lacey looked into the hallway without a sound and hugged her shoulder with both hands.

My father is gone. And the look of a man like you staying by your side.

It's summer, but it's terribly cold.

There is no one here.

It's like a graveyard.

The guests who come to the silver carriage pavilion realize that the shadow of a man has disappeared from Lacey, or they make a motion with those hands.

The rhetoric of the men treating him like a celebration that he was gone was also annoying, but he couldn't close the store for no reason.

Hilda doesn't seem to be looking for me independently either, but I didn't hear from her in particular.

Lacey, forced to stand up on her fluttering knees, returned to her room and made her way to the Adventurers Union (Guild) office. I can't even look for anything else.

It seemed to stand in a swirl of glittering light on a sunny summer morning.

The sunset vale sticks on my forehead with sweat. There was a slight disturbance in the makeup I made in my dark eyes to hide my complexion and the area around my eyes. I didn't care.

Come to think of it, Lacey knew very little about the treasurer but his name and body.

No, I was pretending not to know. Presence of stitching that was on the lining of the coat.

He had a wife. And then we went back to where we were supposed to go.

"Ugh."

I don't know, I got a voice of jealousy. The people on the road stare at Lacey with a slight face and distance herself as if she had indicated. That, too, doesn't matter.

Lacey was furiously jealous of the wife of a collector who didn't even know her face.

No, if I only knew what he looked like, at least here I won, and here I might have been able to console myself by making some sort of standard that I lost.

But the conceptual opponent, who doesn't even know his face, only intensely stirred up jealousy in Lacey, swelling up more and more, without form.

Nature and her legs reached the office while Lacey was distressed.

I could see the guard at the entrance looking at himself with a giddy and inferior eye.

"Hmm. Sorry about your nasty makeup."

Anyway, you must be mistaken for something whore about me.

Hate.

I don't give myself up to a man other than Klund when I'm dead.

Lacey turned to the receptionist as she scoffed at the guard, squeaking on the golden carpet. It was only at first that I was frightened by this dirty building, but I got used to it day and night after day, as I took many trips.

I didn't even like the strangely sophisticated woman sitting at the reception.

She was an urban beauty with beautiful dark hair and cold eyes when it came to Nelly.

(Anyway, I'm a wild city girl. Come on!

She has no sin whatsoever.

On the contrary, he listens to me without a single disgusting face, even if he only tells me a grumpy matter that I almost like to take to my feet many times a day.

Perhaps she was also cordial and polite when the collector came for the adventurer registration. There's no way that that collector wouldn't stretch under his nose to a beautiful, gentle woman.

Her kindness was also asexually disturbed. Nelly lowered her head as if she had noticed before Lacey approached the reception.

"Oh, you're the dame at the silver carriage pavilion. Sorry about the noise today. They'll decorate the lobby with skeleton specimens of the crusading dragons."

"I'm not interested in that."

Words that I would give back were tight. Nellie apologized for stating the extra topic when she smiled like she was in trouble, without looking angry.

Terrible soft waist.

Lacey got a little embarrassed.

"Um, I'm sorry about yesterday today. Did Klund show his face here?"

"Oh. Is that him? He saw you about an hour ago."

"Huh."

Lacey's head was instantly filled with blanks.

"Ho, ho, ho. Is it true! Oh, uh, I wanted to see how he was! How have you been!

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you very much. You've been chatting with me for a while and you're home."

"Kinki, oh. I'm fine, him. Good."

Lacey sighed relieved at the same time as the relief.

The treasurer has not returned to his wife. I'm in this city. We'll see his face today.

"Yeah, I was fine. I was healthy enough to kill him and not die."

Hearing its capable weather words, Lacey's inexorable anger made her easily abandon her reason.

Killing him won't kill you?

I know how worried I was about him!

I don't know anything about Klund!

Why, I can't see the receptionist and I miss him so much!

I can't forgive, I can't forgive, I can't forgive.

"Why didn't you hold me back! You knew I'd come looking everyday!! Why, hey, why not!?

Lacey fisted and slapped the counter. A slightly intense numbness is transmitted throughout the body. I found Nellie's faint face oddly distorted. I can't stop it even though I know I'm pushing a messed up logic.

"Why, whoa!! Oops too!!

"Mr. Lacey, that calm down!!

"There's no way you can calm down!

Lacey raised her voice still as she exhilarated in her own words. It's my throat I worked out singing at the silver carriage pavilion every night. The sound of a man's anger can be quenched. Officials around and adventurers who had time to watch the dragon's specimen skeleton are winding the counter away.

"Ugh, why, hey, why..."

"Hey!"

Once again, there were pounding and tears, and hot things stuck on his cheeks. A werewolf Nellie's hand put his own arm down.

Lacey was taken by Nelly to the office. Then the moment I lay down on the couch, I lost consciousness. The dreams I dream of in a muddy sleep, held by the vain arms of a collector, were uninterruptedly sweet and uncut.

"Overworked."

Normad, a specialist physician in the Adventurers' Union (Guild), immediately decided when he saw Lacey fall and stood up with a nutrient. When he walked and stood in front of the door, he rested. He had something to worry about.

Normad tapped his fist suddenly as he fingertipped the blue magnet that was decorated by the entrance.

It was a blow with an inside hips.

The bumps made a hard noise and when crushed, the fragments fell apart and surrounded them.

"It's a bad taste bump. Tell that bald guy to replace it."

"Who do you think cleans"

I showed it at the end of a cane that had Nelly when I laughed at him for ripping it off.

"And don't show me anything but dying. You're gonna want to kill me."

On leaving, the alien doctor, wearing a Tsuba wide hat and a strange mouth mask, threw up boringly.

"Perverted Bird Jizzy"

Nellie turned her gaze to Lacey, who had fallen. Tired she was falling into such a deep sleep with a peaceful face like a girl.

It is all the responsibility of the cland. The girl in front of her was an amazingly eye-catching, though deliberately dressed in dark eye makeup and lotus leaves.

There's no way that so many beautiful women and that locudenasi can make a connection other than money.

Daimyo, you must have been kicked out against a collector who accumulated drinker's arse.

"Damn, there's nothing that guy can do about it. Chief."

"Trouble, Nelly."

The middle-aged man who would virtually head the office, Goldman, who was Nelly's boss, was about to wipe the sweat from his forehead like Dallas Falls. Bald golden citrus head divine. Nelly's blinded. And you're poisoned in the heart.

"Look, there would have been a meeting this morning. You heard about Gilmouth here, Uncle Andrew's uppermost Victorian lady, coming to inspect you with a pluck. It just so happens, I didn't see you today, but I'm in trouble, and I'm not gonna let this kind of crap happen."

"What is it, that? I was just doing my job normally. Out of heart."

"And anyway, come on, the drinker's sister there, she's an associate of an adventurer named that kland? It seems that Gotagota is in trouble at this important time. Look, even though the clerk says he's narrow-shouldered. I think I can lower my rating any further. I need you to think about my position and act on it. Come on, Nelly. Knock it off!

Goldman left the scene when he made a fool of himself by making everything Nelly's responsibility on the scene.

It's not like I weigh in as a human being.

"Don't die, bye."

Nellie's vengeance on the collector was boiled down when she gently fixed the flakes of Lacey's sleeping hair with her hands.