Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Don't you think Mr. Klund would like to go shopping with these beautiful girls?

Hilda twitched with a sad face as she lay her eyes down and shy herself.

"Huh. What?

The collector deliberately asked back when he put his hand on his ear in a neat manner.

Hilda swells her cheeks like a moth, opening her golden eyes wide and beginning to intimidate her.

"Ho. I didn't expect to hear it back there. - I can't have that attitude for a second. Yes."

"Hey, daughter. Stop pulling my sleeves."

"Look, we don't fight in the middle of nowhere."

Lacey pulled Hilda from the keeper and nodded. 'Cause I play her forehead with my index finger, which makes me dissatisfied. Hilda's eyes slightly teared.

On a well sunny afternoon, the three collectors were out buying out on Leasefield Street. The main purpose is to produce everyday products and foodstuffs served in silver carriage pavilions.

The main role of the collector is to carry the wheat, preserves, etc. purchased by Lacey on the O8. Again, when purchasing impossible quantities of goods from women, they were sometimes driven out in this way.

Let's just say that manpower still played the most important role in this world.

"I'm sorry, Klando. I always let you carry so many. Are you kidding? Tough? You want to stop doing this today?

"Ha. Give me this. - I don't mean any more. It's light. Besides, it's always the second time today. Lacey cares too much."

"Really? Don't push me. You know, all of a sudden, you're always in and out. I can't hear you anymore. I don't know what's going on."

"He's in trouble..."

"You must be in trouble. Lacey, listen carefully. It was this man who turned the butcher and grocer into Cotempan."

Hilda told him violently that he would put his palm on the forehead of the treasurer. The collector creases between his eyebrows like trouble scratching his cheeks. Hey, it's monkey-like.

"'Cause those kids use their eyes on Lacey"

"Eh! Were you!?

"It was. Or Lacey. Don't you have to blame Mr. Klund? My clean and just soul tells him to lay down his heavens."

"Don't say it's terrible that it's heavenly. Hey, I just stroked him."

"It was all a hospital send, wasn't it? I was swinging back to church."

"Huh? That old man, he wasn't born just for that."

"Seriously, I feel sorry for you, my bishop. More than that, sah! Lacey, we need to ghost and scold our hearts here. One day, this man will do it boggly. I'm sorry I didn't see you bury the body or mourn it anymore."

"Uh. You can't!... like this. Huh."

Lacey chopped lightly on the forehead of the keeper and hung up with a slightly red tongue.

When the collector is severely fattened, he loosens his cheeks without hesitation, pressing his forehead and pretending to work.

"Wow, I'm pissed off"

"No, these guys"

Hilda went to thrust it away in a cold tone. Get Lacey in the eye. There was a subtle inseparable female heart intricately tangled there. I naturally don't notice because the collector is an idiot.

"'Cause Cland must have done it for me. Well, it's certainly not a good thing about violence, but it is. That means Klander ended up baking me a jerk."

"Lacey."

"Klund"

In the middle of business, the collectors stare into each other's eyes as they were impressed and stagger their hot gazes. From the side, the collector pulling the O8 car ran out of hilarious two letters.

Hilda squeaked her throat, pointing her mouth cutely at the side of the road and spitting.

The old lady, walking along the side of the road, surprised too much, slipped her hips and poked her ass cake on the spot.

The old husband, like his husband, who was walking beside him, lost sight of the cane's place, he stuck it from his face to the ground and stopped making it microscopic.

It is a big problem in the eyes.

"Enough is enough. - Come on, you two, make the world. Me, that kind of air, when you're made someone other than yourself, comes to mind on the surface, right? So I'm going to actively break it from now on, so I intend to."

"Oh, no. I didn't mean to."

"Gyu."

Hilda cheeked as she suddenly hugged the collector like a toddler.

Lacey put her hands on her cheeks like she was in trouble and began to scowl her hair tip.

"Hey, I'm stuck without any context."

"Humph. Humph. I'm going to go into smelling work. Are you ready?"

"Hey, the weirdo broke more than that."

"I am not broken. Your heart is broken with those eyes."

"Oh, good smile"

As the three of them spoke in vain, it was bad for Shitsuji.

People traveled sparsely because they didn't like the heat on the road.

"It's on. Hey, why don't you have some tea? Mr. Klund will follow you, too."

"Well, let's get some rest."

"Then get out of the car..."

Hilda sat down a bit on a loaded O8 car.

The body leans when the collector stops his leg and takes his hand off the kaji stick.

Hilda succeeded in landing in a light motion like a cat screaming "Ugh."

"Heh heh. I seem to have poked my surprise, but to that extent, my robust balancing performance cannot be broken.

... Is that it? What is it? "

Turning his gaze to Hilda's words, there he saw about three men surrounding the little girl in shade. I wonder if there are any spectacular people or the energy to flock in this heat, and if I turn my gaze toward the passage, I leave early enough. Sometimes the man's tall voice sounds, but it was something that fell out while still lacking urgency.

The men involved are also somewhat too small to feel intimidated.

"Oh, you're all Norm tribes. Hmm."

Hilda nods with her hands on her face. Sure, there's not so much urgency when back-length men like kids are calling. There is no momentum, no stopping, no sight to see. Together, they were not the kind of people who stirred up feelings of watching and chest leaps.

"It is not courageous to have to look at righteousness. Let me stop it in the name of absolute justice - eh. Come on, let's not, let's not fool around with a pretty girl."

"What is absolute justice? You're looking down completely."

Hilda ran into the center of the commotion with a rough nose. Men as short as one fist than her look up a little.

A woman who was surrounded raised her face in a slightly cracked space.

When she saw the Zao's face, she grew more pale.

"Ricotte......!

Of course she is the official wife of Martha, a friend who resumed a few days ago.

Ricotte hid his face with something to wear as the collector embarked on his journey.

But his protruding belly and his familiar face were very hidden.

"Huh? Huh? Do you know this pregnant woman?"

When Hilda made a stuck voice, a young man who was grabbing Ricotte's hand took a step forward.

"Whoa, hey, Ni. I was just standing there. That's too much of a decision to make!

Is the man in his mid-twenties or so? Long blonde hair is well combed and left alone in the back. His face was relatively neat, and his thin nose beams and long cut eyes were darkly drifting in the color of a decadent man like a starch.

"Stop, Ricardo!

"Hehe, you shut up!

"Ugh."

The man, called Ricardo, thrust his weight Ricotte with a tall voice.

Lacey jumped out faster than that as the collector rode himself over.

Get out of the way.

Lacey leaned against Ricotte, who was stunned when she pressed Ricardo's shoulder.

"Oh, my God. You still need God's punishment."

Hilda set up the white wand with both hands and scorned the men. In contrast, the men sent their gaze to lick Hilda's body line with a lowly smile.

"Hehe. Beautiful Ni. How dare you punish us?

"It's a better deal for an irrelevant person to pull in."

"Still, unless you're playing with us. I'm going to ask you a crumb in a cool place. See?"

Hilda has plenty of room for the Norm outlaws. The reason, of course, is that they are more subtle than themselves. What an understandable character. Hilda strong against the weak. She doesn't know she was defined that way in the treasurer.

"Huh. Still, I'm a rogue wand technique exemption. Everyone tells me that. If it's about the three of you, I'll make you a cotempan guitchon."

"That's troubling. Hey, buddy."

One of the men spoke to the store behind him.

First, a strong odor poked the nose of the collectors.

Appearing from the end of the house, it was a wildling man with a giant body that crossed two meters.

He is stretching his long hair so long that it is likely to drag him to the ground. Did the rich jaw beard not take care of it at all? It solidified with gouache to remind me of the fur of the beast. Uplifted upper body muscles are not the standard for building up and what happens. There was a stick in his hand like a broken giant tree.

Auga, is a monster called.

They usually lived deep in the labyrinth and were considered infinitely less intelligent. It is assumed that some humanities can be accommodated by training, but it is not possible to tame them per sex, crude. The roots of the Norms' spare time were here.

Ricardo slaps his hand on Auga's thigh, which came out before him when he squeaked his tongue properly. The insecurity was the same hand-familiar thing my husband would do to his domesticated dog.

Hilda hid on the back of the collector in a quick move as she watched the Auga. That early, the momentum was an unexpectedly mild move from an earlier rough nose.

"Hey, Rogue, what happened to the cane technique?"

"I have no choice. I'm transferring the handles to Mr. Klund this time."

"Huh. Come on."

"... so to Ni, my brother there. Why don't you just walk away from this place before you really piss us off? Nothing, I don't like the rough stuff. If I talk to Ricotte, I'll say goodbye."

"You little shit! How can you not even apologize for doing such a terrible thing to a pregnant woman!

But there was just one woman who wouldn't give in to this level of threat.

It's Lacey.

She protested in a fierce manner as she distracted her chest by Ricotte.

"Whoa. This sister, she's like she's blind. I wonder if I've gone too crazy about fear. Heb......!?

Lacey stretched out a man who approached her with a laugh of Herahela flat hands. The little man falls on his back on the spot like a dead frog with the momentum of a punched down flat hand. How frightened the faces of the men who were grinning niggardly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. And by the way, I don't care. It's women. He needs to be punished."

"Yes, they do! It doesn't matter. I said lose them!

A black whirlwind suddenly stood up as the Gnomes suddenly tried to grab Lacey.

"I know the woman. It's Lord Dachi's wife. I don't know why, I don't know why."

The collector held Hilda aside as he pulled Lacey's arm with him stuck to his waist.

Flipping the coat at the same time, he puts his hands on the long sword on his hips.

The men also sensibly perceived that they were no longer talking about dimensions they were already joking about, they became uniformly true and raised a fine sweat on their foreheads with potpouts.

"Wait! It's really, really nothing! Mr. Klund, please don't do this. I'll be home as soon as I talk to Ricardo."

Ricotte, who was grumpy, shouted as she floated her hips. The man, called Ricardo, regained some leeway and let him open the fist he was holding and swing it in front of his face.

"That's why. You mean Klund, you know. I don't know if you know her, but Ricotte is my woman. Let's not get in the way."

"Hey... what do you mean by woman"

"That's a lie! It's a lie!! Ricardo's not like that with my childhood training!

"Hehe, I hope you don't make it so bad. This belly boy is up to me anyway. Ricotte, you can't deny the fact that we were close."

"It was a long time ago! I can't believe I brought that up."

"... I'm not sure what the situation is, but I can't talk to Ricotte properly in this situation. We don't know everything either. I'm with a woman, too. I don't want to waste my life. Anyway, just let her go home. I have a husband who has a history. He's a brave man. I'm not complaining."

Ricardo stiffened his entire body and nailed it to the spot as the collector radiated killing air from his entire body.

Only the Auga, when it went wild and crazy with its wild habits, but the tuning seemed pretty perfect and never hit me on its own.

When the collector entrusted Ricotte to Lacey and let him leave the scene, he stayed with Ricardo and the others.

At the penetration of the alley, there was a little vacant space, which served as a material yard for putting logged lumber to sleep.

The collectors turned to each other with a flashing look when they took the right distance.

"Well, if there's a good one, I'll ask. Briefly, please. Well. Most of the three stories are boring, and the market is set."

Ricardo, who was completely barometric, talked in the guise of losing and calm.

"Heh. That's a lot of courage, brother. I don't have a hobby for sticking around with bad chest shit like you either. I'm not lying. I'm not lying. Ricotte and I were in front of each other. It's not a lie."

"Even so, she now has a husband who has a history. Besides weight. Just now, it makes sense to imitate a girl on the side of the road."

"Heh. I owe you one! Not to him, not to his dick. You said something about Klund. By Lord Dachi, you mean that big fat ass?

"Oh, if it's about Martha."

"Then I'll go! Me and Ricotte are childhood friends. We were in love! Until recently, I worked at Smith's Jizzy's! Ever since I was a kid! Seven years! Look, I've been doing this for seven years. That's because that pompous bastard showed up."

Ricardo tried to bite down the humiliation and nagged with trembling on both shoulders.

It was a truly imminent look.

"You were also a disciple of Smith..."

"Hehe. From that guy's point of view, don't mean brother. I didn't have any problems until that bastard Martha and the others rolled in this spring. But everything has changed since that Ururo arrived! Jizzy got all Martha's stuff, and I lost my eye. If that's all, that big fat ass is starting to use color on my bitch! Hey, imagine that. Look at this nari of ours. There's no way a body like this could be such a big one with an arm. This, even the Auga, just happens to be the one in the city who gave it to me. Even today you're taking it like it's bad, but if you don't take a big one like this, even Ricotte won't listen to you insulting me! I'm not taking you around like that. I'm scared, me too. Big, tough guys like you!

"But you can't justify pushing her. What would you do if your belly was flowing?"

"Oh. I think that's bad. You know, I'm kind of fucked, too."

"By the way, what the hell is he loaning?"

"... I served with Smith's Jizzy for seven years. I promised I'd be with Ricotte. I think he's the one who adopted my son-in-law. I can't wait to be taunted like a disposable tool because it's a little rough. But it seems like seven years of stubborn jizzy money will accommodate me. That's why I called Ricotte and asked him to help me with some pretty good money. I'm twenty-four. I'm too old to saddle for another job. You know what I mean! I have money to live with. Especially for guys like me who don't have any parents or brothers! Sure, I started playing Ricotte earlier, but I need you to give me a break there. A woman from Temé, suddenly she fell asleep, conceived by a strange man. Every grudge makes me want to. Heh, the Ricotte one. It's been a long time since I've seen an old man. It's terribly cold. Daikanya, it must be because you're so adored by Martha's bastards that you're hi-hi-hi-hi and crazy every night! You did a good job! Damn you!!

The collector roared low with his arms together. Indeed, if Ricardo's words are true, it is not a matter that can be cleaned up overnight. Not to mention the collectors were completely outsiders on this matter. True or false judgments are not of the kind that can be made, at least with the current information alone.

"There's only one thing I ask of you. Don't stick your neck in this thing any more. This is between me and that house. At least, Smith's Jizzy should be responsible for dropping off a little bit of the deposit. For my seven years."

Ricardo seemed frightened, worried about the area all the time while he was talking.

Does that mean his life is also being hunted down?

I saw an unnatural rush.

When the collector broke up with Ricardo and the others, he was on his way to the silver carriage pavilion as he pulled the O8.

Heavy.

Of course, it weighs a lot of baggage, but that's not all.

It was the weight of an intertwined and complex relationship.

"Employment issues are the domain of social security workers."

There is also no Labour Standards Supervisory Authority in this world. If he is sent to his brother, all the rights to life and death are vested in his parents. Any job, if you are thrown out in the middle of nowhere to lose your mood, then there is no other tough world left to fall for robbers or floaters. It is a cynical game balance that is not allowed to be sweet, delayed or defiant when it comes to work.

If Ricardo's words are true, he has to be somewhat sympathetic as a collector.

He was a loose child generation who grew up in such a big sweet Japan.

As I silently pulled the O8 loaded with luggage, I saw a small figure under the linen bridge.

It is Ricotte.

When she admitted to the zodiac, she stared into her eyes with a dark expression. The swelling from the top of the loose robe was slightly eyeled.

Anything under the bridge is too much for the eye.

The two began their conversation by descending on the river plain and sitting on a driftwood. Ricotte immediately denied that he would finish listening to every good portion of Ricardo that the collector had heard.

"No, it's a lie!

"A lie..."

"Well, it's true that Ricardo and I are childhood friendly. But it's not true at all, except for what used to be."

"So the story is that I knocked Ricardo out and switched to Martha..."

"It's such a misunderstanding. Ricardo left for a reason, quitting his blacksmith apprenticeship. But that's about Martha and getting in the wrong place, and neither of you should know each other in the first place. Besides, my father is giving Ricardo adequate attention when he leaves. I manage the money in the house. If you're looking for a new job, I've given you enough money to stay for a few years. And spare me any further reason."

Ricotte laid her eyes sadly down that way. Long eyelashes blow across the river in a cool breeze, trembling fine. She doesn't want others to hear a word that disparages the man she once loved, even though she broke up. Even if he knew how to use the gold, he would not have done so because he understood that Ricardo had squandered the money he had received. or rusty Ricardo is already specific to a man running down the back street because of the atmosphere emanating from his whole body. In that regard, should she be able to say that she had a little eye for a man?

At least to the point of spotting the garbage.

"Then it all ends up being a good thing about that Ricardo guy. The question is what to do after this. Call the vigilante, or declare it to the Knights of Phoenix and have it tried by the law court."

"Please don't just report me! Ricardo's not a bad person, either. I have an arm. So I'm sure one day, one day, you'll wake up and get back on the right track. Until then, please, please, miss him. Please!

"Hey, wait a minute! Face up, Ricotte. Why are you covering that one up? No, I don't have to tell you why. Because it's childhood friendly."

"Yes......"

Ricotte was lowering. Lifting his head, he looks up at the river surface, which has strong silver lighting back with eyes that look far away. Is it repulsive of the memory of childhood tampering we once spent together? I don't see her heart.

No, originally the one with no color or shape is the mind.

It is easily transformed in time and in some cases.

Swallow by the atmosphere of even Ricotte's giving up, he loses his word. Her young face overlapped someone she had seen at a young age and her chest hurt sharply. She's trying to be the mother of a child, too. Then the first thing you have to think about is the most recent Martha than the connection that has already gone far. When the collector stood up with a crease between his eyebrows, Ricotte's crease moved quietly.

"My belly child is definitely Martha's child. That's all, please. Please, don't doubt it."

"Sounds like a tough thing to say, but if it is, I have to separate a guy named Ricardo more and more. It's Ricotte. I can swear. The more you spoil, the more harm that man does to you. Surely it doesn't seem like this is any more about my getting in. The decision is left to Martha."

"Wait! Don't tell him, don't tell him!!

Ricotte was grabbed by the collector in a desperate phase. It was amazingly tough to see where it was in such a small body.

The collector made a surprisingly cold noise himself as he carefully pulled off one of her fingers clinging to his coat.

"... This could be a mistake. So I'll apologize in advance. You slept with Martha even after she had her baby."

Ricotte burst into tears when she covered her face with both hands. I twist myself into a writing and force my back to shake.

The reason shall be given to the belly child. That was just it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that. I don't think your personality would have liked to have drawn you in. Forced, was it?"

"Because! Because, Ricardo, you look scared, so what! I need to get my belly kid down. Shut up!! Dad and I suddenly broke in on the day Martha wasn't here! Um, letting the ogre shake a tiny stick in his ear. Every time that cunt roars in my ear. So I just had to give up. I can't tell Martha about this. And even the baby never wants to let me down. If you ask me, I'll shut Martha up! Those three are so cute!

"Today, then."

"He said bring the money on a regular basis. But if I find out I can't pay you anymore, as usual.... to take customers. Even if you can't use it down there, you can make a lot of money with your mouth."

The blood caught my attention.

When the collector chewed his lips sharply, it was best not to scream. The little man tries to squeeze it out to gold without getting tired of just toying with his body, clinging to Ricotte's weakness.

But the other one, calm among the collectors, holds me down.

Ricardo and Ricotte, what is the difference of opinion between the two?

How far is the truth?

A cold sweat conveyed over his temples and belly.

"And even Ricardo regrets it. After all I've done, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... but I was wondering if you could figure it out someday."

"Come on, Ricotte! That's the convenience of that guy who's a geezer. He's got the guts to shave to the bones on your weaknesses. There's no way you'll ever find out! I'll take care of this. I'm not gonna make it bad."

"Oh no, you're going to tell that guy!

"Hey, wait a minute! Stop imitating me stupid!!

Ricotte climbed up from the driftwood and stomped to the edge of the river.

Her robe gets wet deep down to her hips.

I remember what Lacey once told me. It seems that even in the center of the city, the abyss runs deep and fast, leaving several dead every year. I don't know what to say to Martha in case anything happens to her of weight.

I get more nasty sweat coming out of a pore called a pore all over my body.

My tongue tingles and the surface of my eyes stings.

"That guy was always talking about Mr. Klund! That silent guy, happy, always! I'm sure you'll believe anything you say about Mr. Klund! If it does, if it does. I can't live anymore!! I'm not getting out of here anymore until Mr. Klund promises me!!

"Oh, and whoa. What a day, today."

The collector tried so hard to persuade Ricotte to let him go home that day. She's probably no offense.

But it was also true that it had indirectly created a gap that would be penetrated by maggots like Ricardo.

She is the so-called woman who is vulnerable to pushing on the surface.

The feeling of still trying to cover Ricardo over this period was not understandable to the collectors. As it is, I am not going to fall asleep when I return to the Princess Mansion.

When the collector pointed his foot at the silver carriage pavilion, he rested his ass and drank. Worried Lacey and Hilda lay on both sides of the counter, but even with the exaggeration of the two beautiful women, they didn't seem to get drunk inside.

"Hey, Lacey. How many years do craftsmen usually go on?"

"Yeah, I don't know why you ask me that."

"Oh. Bad. There's a difference between my hometown and this city."

"Um, probably depending on your job title, but if you're over ten, it's normal for you to be served to your parents. I've been helping this store ever since I was a kid."

"Right. Hmm. There's, uh, an unnatural blank. He's been doing something for ten years. It's too unnatural a missing link."

"Ah. Mr. Klund, are you drunk already? Well, upstairs, I'm not gonna do a good job with me. Upp."

Hilda slightly dyes the Zhu to the eye area and pulls the sleeve. Lacey, who looked like a young man, pounded the liquor bottle vigorously on the counter.

"Hilda. Hey, whoa, I was wondering if I was too drunk. Do you have any water? You're here."

"Well, then, Lacey's not here either, is she?"

"Oops too. Idiot!"

"Buah, open it. And Kuraku's stuck together. Lacey Tan."

"Geez. also, you drunk"

The collector rubbed Lacey's chest before laughing lightly.

Shake the alcoholic bottle upside down and order Lacey an extra roasted cow. It was just then that the story of a drunk drinking across the street jumped into my ear without even asking.

"... by the way, have you heard the example"

"Um, example story. Could you be talking about Givago?"

"Oh. Whatever, there's a bastard who stepped down Zibago's debt more scared than a ghost, and that story makes it all the same today."

"Huh. Um, I can't believe Manuke was in this city trying to step down from a debtor. Pretty big or just dumb."

"No, but he's amateur. I've been a newcomer to the Iron Fire since about this spring. He didn't know how scared Zibago was."

"Well, in the end, how could the world be so dumb with that ass on fire?"

"Ha, he's been chased around by Zibago's hired caution stick for everything. Well, the baton's swinging again. He's an amazing former adventurer called Icarus."

"Heh, that Icarus. I heard a lot about you at one point, but are you still alive? One of the dungeon's former Wuyingjie, who crusaded that griffon single-handedly. Ha, that manuke is dead. Icarus' power was said to be comparable to that of a battalion of Romless Nationals, sure. So, what's the name of that manukee?"

"Sure, Rica, Rica, what the hell? Yes, Ricardo."

"Who's that?

"I know."

When the two drunks laughed more and more, they moved on to a different topic and started sending cups.

"Heh. Icarus. You know how Lacey is Icarus?

"Yeah. Everyone used to say it until about the day before yesterday, but it's been a long time lately...... hey Klund! Where are you going!!

"... bad, looks like we're ready for the wild"

When the collector put the cup down, he snagged his jacket and played the swing door and popped out onto the surface.

- Ricardo, take the debt, and. If you hear so many familiar pieces, even an old dog's coarse dick would be awesome.

Oh, chest shit. No. I'm pissed off at Themé's hell ear.

Besides, I had a bad feeling about this.

"Nah, why are you jumping at pinpoint all the crap? Damn!"

The zodiac flew away as he danced like a leaf of trees blown by the wind.

His loneliness breaks through the darkness and keeps moving away from the silver carriage pavilion.