Dungeon+Harem+Master

When the collector reached the Coffee Shop “Night Sparrow Pavilion” across from the Adventurers' Union (Guild), he lowered his back to the open terrace seat and rang the bell.

After a while, thirty beard-grown waiters there approach.

It is Biggs Jesmine, the manager of the store.

When the collector openly sighed loudly, he tipped his neck in dismay.

"Why are you Omei, Biggs? I was expecting a young gal in the morning, waiting naked."

"Place your order"

Is Biggs accustomed to the rude sayings of the collector, he rounded it off with bassari in an outfit he almost ignored.

"Yeah. Ignore it. Ignore me on a regular basis. In the meantime, a young lady and a cafe cappuccino."

"You know, Klando. You know, I'm always gonna take a seat with a cup of coffee, and I'm gonna stroke my girlfriend's ass from one end to the other. This one's a good annoyance. Sometimes you can ask for drinks and contribute to our sales before you say that."

"Oh, I'm scared. Okay, two more young ladies."

The collector held his own shoulders and pretended to be frightened.

Then he put his middle finger and index finger up in front of his face and let him shake it small.

There was a noise from the back of Biggs' throat like a beast.

"You're not going to change it at all. Besides, we're not that kind of store."

Biggs was screaming to get on, but his eyes opened and he stiffened.

He cuts a good call, as he suddenly remembers something.

Then I grinned a lot.

"Yes, sir. Two women's salaries for a cafe cappuccino, right? I don't know about you two, but I've had one new daughter come in these days, and if you don't mind changing practice, I'll give her a special service, okay?"

"Ooh. All of a sudden, I feel bad about changing my treatment. Could it be that girl, the second invisible monster?

"No. I don't know about this, but I left the store last week, and it looks better than the linary."

Linary was a popular and outstanding female wage boasting one or two beauties at the Night Sparrow Pavilion.

He had a bright and pleasant personality, but could not stand the obstinate sexual harassment of the collector, and the seemingly Biggs hung up on the manager and transferred him to the branch.

The collector was unaware of the fact. I won't even tell the store. It was a consideration that I would definitely go and touch my ass if I knew. There was no stalking law or anything in this world.

"Hey, I guess you're not lying. If it's Trinity Seven, we're gonna get busted."

"I was wondering if you would be satisfied. Hua is something we love and enjoy."

The collector stared jiggly at the back of Biggs, who disappeared into the back of the store with a skeptical look, biting and killing his laughter.

Whatever it is, we are meeting Artemisia today for a dungeon attack.

For example, there are athletes who can replenish the beauty even if ugly women show up on the street of concern.

"Now, do you want to be lucky or vicious?"

The collector crushed his time watching the people walking down the street, throwing both legs out of the chair and letting them bluff.

"Oh, thank you for waiting, hi. Ouch, sama."

"Hmm? Whoa!?

Turning to a low but oddly glossy voice, behind her was approaching with a fluffy foothold a woman's salary with a cup on a silver plate.

"What, its size. It's not true."

Notably, it was the size of the cup. Almost the size of a bucket, the liquid is soaked up to the edge.

The woman's pay face was invisible hidden in the cup, but the slurring long legs visible from the ultra-mini skirt and the glittering honey-colored blonde hair were beautiful and provided a glimpse of the signs of a hit.

But that wasn't the problem.

"Oh no!! Hey, come on!! Who told you to bring enough? Aah! Damn it, you Biggs bastard, you framed me! Return, return nnnnnn!!

"Heh, returns? Wow, okay. It's not, I get it."

"Hey, don't turn all of a sudden, because the cup is obviously leaning ahhh!!

"Huh? Ah."

I saw the woman's face from behind the leaning cup.

Large, beautiful green eyes on fluffy, long blonde hair.

It was as aristocratic as I saw it somewhere.

"Ahhhhh!! No, that flag absolutely NO!!

"I found it, I finally found it!! CLAND SIMON!!"

The woman's salary slammed her fingertips against the collector as she took her hand off the silver plate with a crisp face.

"Oh no!!

The collector's face stains with fear. The woman's salary turned her complexion bright blue when she realized what she was doing.

But it was too late.

The contents of the cup inclined to a grand extent, leaving a large amount of hot water down towards the collector.

Screaming like twisting a monkey to death echoed around the daytime boulevard.

"Well, how can you put it on me before I drop it?"

"... ugh. So, oh too. Sorry, didn't I?"

The collector was sitting on a terrace chair with the bandage wrapped around his face, with the woman's pay sitting at her feet.

Biggs said Kejime let the woman take it and disappeared into the back of the store with a good release.

Apparently, this woman was originally spared in the store.

"Did you come bumping into me knowing I was going to miss? What a ruse."

"Ugh, may I stand, Klund?"

"Hey, you know where you stand. You're seriously ill. Severe. Besides, you must be very brave to dump people's names when you first meet them."

"It's not the first time we've met."

The collector exaggerated Yakedo's wounds, even though he was healing with the power of the immortal crest Immortality Red.

Do women's salaries also understand their faults, once they stand up, but eventually reluctantly return to their original front seats.

By the women's pay, at some point, about thirteen or four maids nicked and refrained from wearing black outfits that were distinctly different from those in the store.

"Mmm, so, who's this maid?"

"Haha, brave man. I am Hannah, your maid of honor. See you later."

Hear words nostalgic for the words of the maid, and fly into the past while the time of the collector takes hold.

Brave man.

I feel like it was a word with a pretty important connotation.

The collector put his arms together as he frowned between his eyebrows.

"Hmm? He said he was brave. It's been a long phrase, but what was the setup?"

"So there's nothing to set up!! You forgot me!!

The woman's salary shook her rich breasts as she gained momentum and rose her golden hair.

The lukewarm green eyes are shining. It was releasing a kind of unusual aura.

The crowd and shop guests, who watched the interaction in half funny, turned away at once.

"Um, which store did you miss? I'm sorry, you're in trouble for being chased on purpose."

"No!! I'm Victoire de Barthelmy! I received a top secret life from the princess, looking for you, a few stars frost, finally, finally!!

Victoire protruded into heaven that he remembered the pain of his journey so far, trembling and gripping fists at the crying bollocks of his eyes. The crowd's twitch grew.

"Come on, maid. Would you excuse your daughter?"

A collector pulls Hannah's sleeve.

The maid cheered loosely to Victoire and whispered in a hissohisso voice.

"Haha, you sure are. Ladies and gentlemen, I think it would be a shame if we had a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a hustle and a

"Hmm!! Then, silly! Wouldn't you have told me that sooner!

"Haha, is it Hannah's fault again? - The inconvenient thing is, it's mostly Hannah's fault. Fine. - Shall I leave that to you? I'm tired, actually."

"Chichi, no! It's not that kind of thing, of course, I must be thankful to you in every way, but, you know, it's hard for me to notice, and it's the heel of true loyalty that tells me to softly anticipate the opportunity."

"Uh, yes, yes. Uh, it was an exercise in a play called! Come on, city folks, give the artists a big round of applause!!

A sparse applause arose from the crowd as the collector stood up and shouted.

It's a little sad that it's sparse.

"Damn, I didn't know you would treat people like artists. However, I would like to thank you for the fact that you were able to protect your secret life by driving. Klund. Keep it up with the royal family and me."

As Victoire flushed his hair back, he said from the top with his arms in an unusually stretched spine. Blue muscles float in the temples of the zodiac and Hannah.

"- Hey, can I do this guy?

"Haha, please don't rot afterwards -"

Hannah puts her hand on her mouth and agrees as if it were obvious.

"I can hear you. Ugh, my mouth just slipped a little. No."

Victoire was annoyed, quite a mess.

"When I caught him, he said he was wandering around all over the place looking for me. Eventually, the Road Bank ran out and couldn't achieve anything for slapping a big mouth, not to mention asking the Royal Palace for additional funds. so with penniless food and drink at the tea shop in Silver Villago, which is consequently the father's territory. If you don't have any money, you can pay with your body! I tried to impress you, but you couldn't possibly be able to serve Victoire, the knight of your daughter, and you said you found me in a pseudo-state."

"You're right, brave man."

When Hannah agreed with the collector's words, Victoire, sitting quietly, suddenly stood up, shaking her hair and denying it.

"Chicken!! Not at all. Don't briefly abbreviate my months of struggle. No!

"It fits more or less."

"Let's not."

"No!"

Victoire held his hands against the table and roughly raised and lowered his shoulders to rough his breathing.

The collector quietly places the teacup when he drinks up the cold tea.

Hannah was serving in a natural motion with both hands on the pot with an elegant hand.

"You're not the usual lady."

Hannah pinched her little neck like she had trouble hitting her index finger creasing when she frowned.

"Ha, you're so happy to see me. I almost forgot my face."

"... why is it so soothing? Especially Hannah, you're too natural. I'm the main one."

"haha"

"Wait, why did you laugh now? Hey, why?

"Well, that's nice."

"Isn't that nice?"

"Not good, not good at all. What the hell do you think the princess summoned you for?

"I don't know. Tourism?"

Cuttlefish and hard noises rang as the collector played Victoire's headdress at his fingertips.

Victoire barks small as he peels his teeth off.

The way he protested was like a graceful big dog.

"Not at all!! Anyway, we met here, but it's our centenary! Klund, I want you to go back to the princess. I will not tolerate objections!!

"Hey, what about the store? Don't you have an important mission as a cafe lady?

"I don't care about that stuff. Who's in the middle of something important right now?"

Victoire was slapped on the shoulder and looked back, where Biggs with the bill was royal with a face that looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

"As far as I'm concerned, if you pay me, I won't hold you back."

Victoire shook his shoulders and when he received the bill, he eventually stumbled onto the table in dismay.

Hannah glanced at the bill from the side with the chocolate chocolate and invited the collector with her eyes round.

"How much?"

"Amazing low prices. Fifty thousand pounds."

"What have you eaten so much?"

Victoire slammed against the table again, thinking he was about to raise his face, causing a low whimper.

"Well, it's mostly a liability since I worked at the store. Lady, Hannah was also serving customers who were cheaply cracking up store condiments and plates and making rough looks like they were after all the customers wearing expensive food, but she couldn't recover at last."

"I don't know, you're dodgy"

"Your daughter is a dodgy child."

Victoire's whimper echoed louder and higher when he was desperate not to cover his child's maid either. A troublesome princess Dodger knight, it was a blast here.

"Damn, I ate extra time"

At the end of the day, the liabilities were paid in bulk by the depositors.

They said there was no place to sleep tonight, so they rushed to Artemisia's waiting Adventurers' Union (Guild) as they headed to the Princess's Mansion. The sight changed as I proceeded to the entrance looking at the familiar red brick wall.

"What the hell?

It is buried tightly with people from the staircase part that enters the lobby. The collector moved to the reception, drawing the crowd to swim. He poked his cheek wand on the table and spoke to Nelly, who was wrinkling between his brows with a fed up face.

"Hey, what's going on with this guy?"

"Oh, Klando. Were you still alive? That's it, that. They found the Virgin."

"Holy Virgin?

"You're confused anyway. That way, I can survive this... is it hard? See, Artemisia, the dragon-killer saint of the example, descended long after the prolonged cloud cover. In the morning, the lobby is in festive condition. Not at all, even though we're usually behind on business."

"Awesome, almost idle"

"Sounds like there's a lot of people out there trying to pull into their own clan, or even offer to marry them."

"Marriage? Well, there's no context again"

"No, she said her stock was nagging up, and she kept talking from the great nobles, merchants, and the city's leading men. What is it, a dragon killer saint, young and beautiful? Besides, it's that fine body. For those who want a strong successor, she's a female chicken state laying golden eggs, isn't she? It's sad."

"Even though my long length was marginal with my neck. What a palm return"

"If you're just a big girl, there's no demand, but before the dragon killer, you're coveted by nobles and soldiers who want strong kids."

"You mean shoot Al and prosper your offspring? What a bunch of cash people."

"Nasty! You do agree. Don't you just think it's a tool to make a woman have children? At the moment, no one has succeeded in holding the Virgin. Ahhh."

The collector thought with his hands on his chin, listening to Nelly's noisy desire to destroy that Behemoth might not come at about a hundred together.

"Not good."

"What's so bad about it. That face will be born."

"Leave me alone. First of all, I'm a man, so I can't slander you like that."

"There are a lot of geeky people in the world."

"Nelly looks horny, doesn't she? My lips are fucked."

The collector sang the declaration of victory high in his heart as Nelly became silent.

"Okay! I thought I'd join the fight!

"Yeah, imitation like jumping on a cliff yourself like that. Go. And show me how superbly hectic you are. 'Cause I'll point you in the finger and laugh at you."

"Horrible."

The collector jumped to the center of the crowd as he rushed out of momentum.

From the rear, I heard Nelly snapping that, oh, seriously, I went.

"Artemisia!

"Holy Virgin!

Out of the way, Oyla's gonna shoot you in the heart.

"Russell, you coarse dick bastard. Your little filthy thing will satisfy the Virgin!

"Oh, Holy Virgin, whatever, just your face, whatever!

"Thank you, thank you"

The collector moves forward by trying to swim in the midst of anger and screams flying.

Obviously it was more than the capacity of the lobby.

It was the young men who accounted for most of the adventurers, and some of them saw the young husbands of the merchants who were able to follow the inflexible men who were clearly known as mercenaries.

"Damn it, they'll mince you before you get there."

"Hey, there you are. Keep it in order."

"Ahhh?

He grabs his shoulder and looks back. There, a forty too many men, divided into seventy and three parts, had their eyes turned bright red, and they had a gaze to devour the possessor.

"I waited until today for her to show up. And that's when I came. Sorry about your elephants, but her heart is already mine. [M] Sorry."

"What the hell, you"

"I'm Jerry Anderson. The man who attacks all this dungeon. From this moment on today, Artemisia and I are deeply bound and the strongest clan is born. The legend begins! Remember that too. [M] My name!! The name of the man who will be the Dungeon Master, huh!?

The collector moved on when he punched Jerry in the nose with his fist bone.

A lot of idiots are gushing.

What else? Nobody. He's just those guys who are sensitive to the smell of money making.

In the first place, the adventurer itself is a gathering of predators. No one is holding hands knowing they can move from their current location to the next.

"Because there's nothing more untouchable than an up-and-conscious fool."

Things shift with mercilessness, while the collector is rubbing against the crowd.

Of course, for the two young men who were eager to rendezvous, the current situation was nothing but a disaster.

I was finally able to move forward to a position where I could see the bewildered Artemisia on the other side of the hedge.

She wore silver armor as before, not monastic clothes when she met in church, lowering a wide range of long swords with platinum-made sheaths.

The adventurers, in turn before her, each have a gift to offer and wholeheartedly repeat their self-appeal. Artemisia's slightly drooping green eyes were moving fine as if they were troubled.

(Though Artemisia is cute. It's time to help you. Hey, you poor thing)

"Whoa, whoa, get out of the way. Eh?"

Unexpectedly a faint cloud echoed from the rear.

One man appeared as he burst into russell, not even as a hedge surrounding the Virgin in a dozen dozen ways.

It is a giant body nearly three meters long.

The stretched long hair was tied behind me and draped down to my back.

The upper body is half naked.

It was precisely a fattening method such as a chunk of meat, but a muscle bone with uninterrupted power was caught in the depths of the buried body.

He carries a large cobbled stick.

The turbulent pile teeth, presumably remnants of the subhuman, were sharp and pointed, with a reddish brown colour.

"Hey, look. Half oak Napomuk."

"Of that namesake warrior!?

Naepomuk jumped first when he pushed the men in line in front of Artemisia from one end.

Then when I looked at her body from top to bottom with a ruthless gaze, I had a majestic grin as I glimpsed the mistletoe.

"What, you?"

Artemisia just made me feel worse, too, and she stuck out loud.

"Nice. I prefer my body. I like it."

"So what the hell are you talking about?"

"Nice! That strength of mind is really good too!! Let's just name it. I'm a proud Orc warrior, Napomuk. You must be Artemisia, famous for killing dragons."

"... no one or him since just now. The call is clearly annoying. I want you to stop. Then, I'm just waiting for people here. What the hell do you want?"

Naepomk tapped lightly with a ton of fingers showing the male genitalia in the rising groin, which is also clear and shaped from the leather pants.

"Yeah? That's decided. Artemisia and I did. I liked you. You should be able to have my strong baby! Thank you, I will give you my strong child!! Those here too, I guess that's what you want!!

"Ha? Well, then, you're an idiot! What a mess to show up all of a sudden!

Artemisia, who instantly perceived the meaning, blushed and embarrassed her face as she pulled herself away from Naepomuk.

At the same time, a strong protest was raised by the group's sympathizers, who view her as sacred.

"Fuck you! You fucking fat fuck!!

"What's a child! Pigs go back to the pig farm!!

"What a thing to say to our Virgin! Shame on you, shame on you!!

One of the adventurers on track reached out to poke his chest as he approached Naepomk.

His hand clutched up unconstitutionally with the thick fingertips of Naepomk with a critical line of touching or not touching the thick chest plate.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Hey, let's do it, let's do it!?

cockroaches, at the same time the adventurer's wrist was lightly broken like a dead tree.

As the men stood on the spot exposed their white bones as they cried, the men who were unleashing their anger remained silent.

"I don't know about love, I don't know about the clan, they're still sneaky. I'm not like you weak Ningens. The market has decided that it is the strongest male to get an excellent female! Come on, if you want my woman, don't put your arms around me! This isn't a personal fight, it's a feat between historical warriors!!

When Naepomuk raised his grand voice that sounded to the ceiling, the men, located in the front of the hedge, looked down without remaining.

"Too well, you fucking fat bastard"

A treasurer with blue temples jumped out to Naepomuk.

At the same time, a glimmer of white wind suddenly boiled in the vortex of contention.

"That's it, Oak warrior, it's Napomuk!!

Jumping slightly over the crowd, the man descended gracefully to the ground.

He wore the same silver armor as Artemisia.

A surcoat stained with a white cross is flickering on the red ground.

The missed bounce-out collector opened his mouth gently like a thin one and went his blink hard.

Back length is over one hundred and ninety. She had cut her grey hair short and was wearing skinny glasses.

Beyond the thin lens lies the intelligent grey eyes quietly.

It was more of a nod like a scholar than a knight.

He wears a beautiful sword with an even waist.

Antoine Bodwan, the young Knights of the White Cross (Sanctus Knights), was this princess with a cool appearance.

"What themee!!

As Antoine extended his long and powerful arm to control Naepomuk, he made a hard shoe sound and approached Artemisia, standing in front of him.

"Long time no see, Al. Why didn't you send me one of your contacts?"

"Captain"

"Look, I can't believe you're the captain again. Damn, when are you gonna stop being such a dictator to me?

"No. I apologize for disappearing without a word. I went through the“ golden wolves ”in that way and even bothered the Knights. We're ready to remove you."

"See, again"

Antoine sighed, holding her hand and wrinkling between her eyebrows.

"I'm not blaming you for that. What makes me angry is why didn't you talk to me when I was in trouble. I knew you were working in the guild because you wanted to be of service to someone. You seemed like you were gonna hide it well. I just want you to remember this. Whatever clan you're in, we're fighting each other for the same faith. It's only when you know what's painful and hard."

Antoine leans her body against Artemisia with her hot eyes.

The moment the short firing line of the collector caught fire, Naepomuk, left outside the mosquito net, barked with deafening voices.

"Whoa! There is this poor kid!! Don't ignore me!

Naepomk shook down the oak stick he gripped as he sputtered bubbles from his mouth towards Antoine.

The cobbled stick cleaves the sky and squeaks a different sound.

Everyone visioned Antoine's death.

That distance, speaking of the weight of the blow being struck down, is often and severely ill.

Death was at such a time that it seemed a natural consequence.

As Antoine reached for the sword pattern, the light noise was reduced.

The twinkle was momentary, but surely the silver wire had the stick strung straight beside it.

"Oh man. I can't even make it easy to talk about piling up"

Antoine had a twinkle when he put his index finger on the eyeglass tool and adjusted his position.

It was a magical stunning sword judgment.

Antoine's blade was destroying enemy gains when he splendidly doubled the stick directly beside him.

"Oh, oh."

Naepomuk sat naked on the spot squeezing the stick with both hands that only left the pattern.

The wildlings of the giant body dampened the less groin of fear at once. incontinence.

It is only with some strength that the horror of the White Swordsman can be understood.

So much so that the forces of Antoine and Naepomuk were isolated.

Get lost, Shiro.

"Hih, hih!!

As Antoine glanced, the Orc warrior fled at a fluttering foothold. The adventurers, who lowered their drinks to the brilliant knight captain's sword moves, eventually left as they were convinced to cheer.

The Virgin Artemisia returns to the White Cross Knights and, at the same time, Antoine deserves a seat as her companion. When such a common perception emerged, most humans left the spot clean.

Correctly, the crowd's reasoning had been obtaining positive results.

Antoine herself had a strong fondness for Artemisia.

General Triumph The beautiful man on the white side walks over to the Virgin as he tides his cheeks.

When he opened his thin eyes, he saw a long-length beauty running over in a way that impressed him.

Antoine shouted her chest as she hugged her hands wide apart, delaying her emotions that her thoughts had finally made sense.

"Klund! I'm tired of waiting for you. Whoa!

"Oh, Wally, Wally. Hey, forget the laundry."

"... Huh?

The Virgin Artemisia, dressed to ignore the white knight who defeated the oak, hugged him to the man behind her. The two arms floating in the universe are quite vain. One of the wild horses watching the change farted laughingly.

"You won't do your chores, but it would be nice to keep me waiting."

Artemisia rubs her nose tip so that when she turns both arms around the man's neck she is sweet.

Tong, and a melting eye revealed the intimacy of the two friends.

"Whoa, okay, okay. Then I'll chew you on for making me wait."

"Mmm, no, here's the thing. Ugh, already."

Antoine solidified as frozen on the spot with a few adventurers who remained to see the smiling interactions of beautiful men and women.

Nowadays, the noble and beautiful lips of the Virgin are devoured by men such as the specimen of a thin and dirty adventurer, who put together a worn coat. The contrast between the two aroused a disloyal image on the beholder.

"Am I right? No, I said no."

"Not good or not"

The man clutches his uncrafted rich glutes as he draws the Virgin's hips.

Antoine cramped her eyeballs fine with anger and shame, her knees gushing up and down as if she had been boned out.

I don't know, he was chewing off his upper lip, and warm, raw blood was invading his mouth.

Moving his tongue tip, the smell of raw iron rust poked his nose. It seemed fitting to call it a dogma.

As Antoine struggled to move her powerless fingertips, she managed to peel off the white gloves and slap them against the man's hips. A moaning scream popped out of my throat.

"Duel!! You bastard!!