Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector and Meryandale were distracted by the whore that it was a thank you for their help and somehow decided to take a break in a near-field inn run by the whorehouse she serves with momentum on the spot.

(Ugh, a blatant room......)

The collector moved his gaze around as he pulled his face into the obvious “fuck room”. Conditioners, even one, are picked up in demonic and glossy shades. It was this cheep that unleashed a unique aura that was only allowed to exist in a room for the sole purpose of intercourse.

(Is this the rubber of this world?

Pull the prop on the pillow desk and stretch it out to the side. Ancients said they used sheep's intestines for contraceptives, but the material of the object they are currently holding is unknown. Place the rubber broom in its original place at will. Gently, I turned my gaze behind my back.

Meriandale sits on her sleeping table and doesn't try to look up nagging. That wasn't swallowed up by the atmosphere in the room, it seemed to stay purely about how to respond.

The collector is dull with his senses, but not a wood stone. On the contrary, they had a strong youth-like sensitivity that was more than a crowd. The words released during the parting of the Dungeon's seventh hierarchy filled just a few of the collectors.

I am a murderer. I'm not going to deny that either, and it's a fact. There is not a single piece of anger against Meryandale.

It's just that I don't know how to repair the two of us that took the form of a quarrel. Meryandale, whom I saw a long time ago, looked far more twisted than he remembered.

Never speak your mind.

Turning around and approaching, I could see her shrinking her body with Vik.

"Hey, Mary."

"Ha, ha!

"Have you lost weight? Are you eating properly? If you're not feeling well, well, you have to go to the doctor."

"...... Huh!!

Meriandale began to kill her voice and cry as she hid her face with both hands.

To this, the treasurer was also sincere.

I walked over to the bedroom and placed my hand on her thin shoulder in a natural motion.

"What's up! Does it hurt any more?!?

"Angry, don't you?"

"To? No"

"Because I, terrible thing, I've been to Klund a lot. So I really wanted to apologize. I was scared, I didn't have the courage. Earlier, when Cland came to help me, I was so happy."

"But why did you try to help that woman? You. I don't know you or anything."

"Because. Because! I thought Cland would! If I abandon her, I feel like I, I, something, will never see KLAND again......!!

The collector gently laid his hands on Meryandale's head, who wet tears on his face with both hands, like a toddler.

Meryandale squeezes her eyes so hard that she shrinks her body. Eventually when I felt my palms gently moved, I narrowed my eyes and relaxed my whole body.

"Why are you so..."

"You're an idiot, you are."

"Eh."

"But I'm the one who's really stupid. Forgive me, Mary. I had no idea you were in so much pain."

A collector hugs Meryandale from the front.

She cried like she had cut a weir, shaking her blue eyes when she understood that the powerful arm covering herself completely was the truth, not the dream.

"Oh, oh, because! 'Cause yeah!! Me, I totally... I thought I was annoyed. Ooh! Oh, my God... Klund... I knew it! Be gentle!! Ahhh... I thought if I met you face to face, you'd be pissed. Ahhh!! But, but, but, but whoa! No more, whoa!! If Klander hates me, he'll die!! I'm dying. Eh!! Sorry, sorry. No!! Forgive me, forgive me!

"Oh. Oh, hey, forgive me. So don't cry. Nah."

"Ah, gentle...... I like it...... I like it Oops!! Love it!! I love you, Klund!!

Mary clings to me with all her body strength as she cries.

The collector gently moved his face closer and took his lips as he gently stroked her back.

I fell into bed hugging her thin shoulder. The long, loose hair tickled my cheeks. A sweet scent similar to a flower tickles the nasal cavity. Her body, embraced, feels burning hot and quiet like a fireball, her chest beating faster. The collector abandoned any finer thoughts and just concentrated on becoming one with her.

The collector woke his body off the sleeping table and turned his neck. The body that was heavy is lighter.

It's not just about feelings. Physically, having a flurry drained something like the starch that had accumulated.

After holding a woman, she wants to take a dose, but happy or unhappy, the collector doesn't smoke. Keeping his hand shabby, he blurred, his hand gently mounted around his leg. It is Meriandale. She looks up with her lukewarm eyes with an earlier aftertaste. Her eyes narrowed as she gently stroked her hair.

"Klund? What's wrong?

"Oh, no. I was wondering what time it would be. Whew!"

When I glanced out the window, the day was already shaded.

As I stood up and tried to go to the window, I shook my face and eared, not letting go of the hand Meryandale was connected to.

"Hey, 'cause I'm just gonna see what's going on out there"

"I see it too"

The two watched the city as they wrapped their blankets around their nudity.

The time would be evening, and the world was surrounded by terrible silence.

Usually, this time should be overflowing with craftsmen who finish their work and head home, but only soldiers who stood at equal intervals with spears caught sight of them on the surface.

It's a slaughter. It is a sight to shy away from seeing right after there was love.

All over the street, the reds and burning fire created a different atmosphere. Sand bags are piled up at the main points of the alley and positions are constructed.

When I gazed, each one was praised with dozens of units of soldiers, but they did not squirm one, but were still lurking their breath.

Meryandale shudders and clings to her body all the time.

I turned my arm around my hips and squeezed an attractive kiss.

"Hey, Klando. I wonder what will happen to this city."

"Well, it'll just have to be"

"Yeah, right"

"You're so calm with your guide..."

"That's not true. But"

"But?"

"Me, because this is how I could be one with Klando. I don't have any more memories. I wish time would stop like this."

Meryandale exhaled in a feverish breath. She rubs her cheeks when she buries her face in the broad chest of the collector, as the jeans admire her mother dog. Gently stroking her light brown hair, she scratched her flank with a sweet bare gesture.

"Somehow, you seem to have gone pointlessly far"

"But this will keep you company forever. Right, Klando?

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Ah, oh. Yeah, we've been together forever."

"Oh, why are you joking like that at times like this? Whatever it takes is too much."

Meryandale began protesting with tears in her eyeballs immediately, wondering if she had swelled her cheeks a lot. He shakes his fist up pompous and slaps me in the chest.

When the collectors took it easy, they suggested that they evacuate to the Adventurers' Union (Guild) as a matter of policy for now.

While the collector soaked up the call and flirted with Meriandale, an emergency meeting was held on the castle side, but disputed as expected.

Firstly, Oreil, the castle general, was dramatically late at the time of the gathering of the tabernacle and city experts. Of course, because of his natural weakness, he had fled to booze as a result of two major defeats in the field. He sat beside himself in the middle of the floor and bought people's contempt by leaving the floor without even being able to talk to Locke.

The meeting then proceeded when Victoria, the eldest daughter of the Lords and chairman of the Adventurers Union Supervisory Board, Guildmaster, and a member of the City Council, would take over.

As for the operation, the House voted on the fact that it would await reinforcements from the Wang capital. Most importantly, there were important shortcomings in this policy, which were exposed in no time.

That is, most of the food that was supposed to feed millions of citizens for three months had been replaced by gold coins.

Silver Villago, a fortified city, basically stipulated that food for the castle was always stored for six months. Yet, with the years it was morphed, and reserved food itself was regarded as useless since Oreil came to rule. It is a matter of how little there has been in a hundred years, such as such interracial raids.

Oreil was a man savvy of liquor, and he lent food, which was public, to millionaires and merchants in exchange for gold, and habitually devoured his interests.

Anyway, he was a dictator in this city in that he was the brother of the lord.

Once a year, neither the inspector sent by Wang Du could be ostensibly controlled if the mastermind was known as Oreil, and Uncle Andrew himself, known for his dislike of the countryside, rarely returned to the territory, blaming those private uses in any way in that they were cumbersome.

"Oh, my God, I didn't know you were going to flush food"

"I can't believe it. Impossible, not at all."

"I know, and you pushed the cage measure? Does he really understand the duties of the castle general"

"Are you really the lord's brother!? Send it to the capital and it depends, and make sure the law court judges...!

Most human beings should have received spills, but once the top fell to a high fall, they blamed him.

When one strangled the orail and pressed the blame, the next person to rise to the jade was General Douglas, who was defeated in the field. The executives continued to wait for Douglas, the main dish, as the next sacrifice nodded his tongue just wondering if it was still there.

However, at the heart of the matter, Teng himself never showed up on the floor, and soon people squirmed with suspicious faces. Not surprisingly, one barked like a roar.

"Lord Victoria! When will the other person at the heart show up?"

"General Douglas. He was beheaded by a barbarian."

Victoria threw up like she chewed up a bitter bug. Douglas, who fled home abandoning his soldiers with his life, could not bear the scorn of the soldiers and officers, and ran out of the castle early in the morning.

As a result, although I tried to bring my family to the front line of Cliad Kang and surrender, there is no way the honorable king would allow it either. The clan royalist party was executed on the spot. It was worthless not to be a general who had abandoned the castle soldiers and begged for their lives, if we had made them step elves who scorned cowardice and made savage courage.

Sigh leaked from all of us who heard the end of it, but still the scolding of pursuit never endured by letting General O'Rail follow the blame for the defeat. Victoria, who could no longer tolerate any more senselessness, left the floor early when she struck down the meeting on the way.

"Meaningless!! Meaningless!! Meaningless!! What a fool!! It's very unlikely that we'll be able to protect or cut the castle."

Victoria tore the night air apart, calling it an inspection, causing the horses to run, climbing the walls and watching the enemy formations spread over the earth.

Radek and Leopardo, the offerings, were silently obedient to the Lord's actions and served left and right as shadows.

On the far side of the horizon, innumerable fires extend infinitely like the sea.

No matter what famous general, it seemed like a tough line to beat.

"Father, I tried. But with all this stupidity, this castle is unlikely to be protected..."

Victoria counted twenty-six this year, even when she looked young. I only married her once, but she was preceded by her husband, and since then she has continued to pass through celibacy. The deceased husband was a stubborn body, but got pneumonia from a slight cold and entered the registry. The couple were close, but at last no child was born, and she blamed herself for everything because of her poor physical condition. Thin breasts, thin hips and small glutes were a strong complex for her and a symbol of disgust.

"This, my princess. If you're in a place like this, you'll touch your body."

"Bastian, don't worry about me. More than that, you should have already passed seventy this year. Let such military endure. Love yourself."

"This is excessive care. But this old bone. After the princess picks it up, she finally dedicates everything. Never mind."

"I'll take a hard time"

Victoria loosened her usual harsh expression and looked at the old general with a soft gaze that looked at her grandfather.

Bastian Belz is a former mercenary, flowing from neighbouring Etria. He has been a warlord of different colors serving his uncle Oreil at Victoria's mouth since he was helped to fall in front of the Adventurers' Union (Guild) office three years ago.

"Hey, Bastian. I want you to be honest with me about what's inside your chest. How much can you win?"

"Now, this is another thing that sarcastically asks me about difficult issues. I don't think you can do that. This is what I'm gonna eat."

Bastian laughed boldly as he loosened his short mowed gray hair.

"But let me make a personal point, this castle is terribly conditioned to lose."

"Will you let me hear it?

"If the organization loses, the six culprits, the castle side is brilliantly equipped with everything:" escape, "“ relaxation, "“ fall, "“ collapse, "“ confusion, "and" back to back. ”Now, even a famous general won't be able to keep the castle."

"Go on."

"One thing I would call an act of escape, of falling into a large army in a handful that remains helpless. This means General Douglas' loss. Two, the soldier's momentum is too strong for an officer to stop the rampage. This is how relaxed General Chester came to be pushed off by the voice of a soldier. Mitsu, these days officers have been pointlessly hard on corporals and soldiers in two defeats. This atrophies the tissue and greatly damages the morale of the soldiers. This is called a state of immersion. As a result, executive officers disobey orders while dissatisfied with their leaders, and each assault is carried out and defeated. General Douglas' subordination weighs him down, taking this form in the final phase. Tissue collapse. And when. I think this would be understandable if you looked at the earlier meeting, but in that, in terms of the qualities of the mentor…"

"It's okay. I don't have to fix it. My uncle is not a vessel that stands above people."

"I call it a state of confusion that leaders have problems with their personalities, lack decisiveness, and do not wield morale without the authority to follow people. And when Douglas, the general, was uncomfortable with Castle Oreil, he went down to the barbarians on his own. The castle general kept only his comfortable words beside him, and turned away the truthful man who spoke in fear of the city. Douglas, too, probably because he thought he would be sorry if he stayed in the castle, but the responsibility still rests with the mentor. This is called treason. From the above six points, it must be only a matter of time before this castle is dropped."

"Bastian, are you against Cage Castle?

"No, it has to be said that a caged castle without reinforcements would be pointless, but the King's capital still has, at least, the local power to hold 300,000 soldiers. That much, let's see if we can hold out."

"Yeah. But you're not happy for that."

"It just doesn't mean you can win if you hold on. There are still measures you can take."

"Bastian. Could it be you..."

The old general carved a wild grin and showed it as he stroked the old wound on his cheek. There was a glimpse of firm confidence and the trust of technology backed by experience.

"Here, why don't you bet one. To this, old life."

Bastian, allowed to march at Victoria's discretion, led the child's sergeant Thousand Horsemen to dispatch Pai Dawn, Castle.

"Wrap cloth around the tip. Let the horses bite."

A "bubble" is a dish-like thing made of wood that suppresses horse wasting.

It was absolutely essential for covert action.

Bastian himself is an elite workout he has worked out in the last three years. Soldiers march in an undisturbed motion when lined up with precise movements like machines. Such a familiar move was also greeted by a large number of corporals who were familiar with how much they had been called from their homeland by an army led by the Bastians.

That's right, step elves also felt better about two victories, and all armies were White River Night Ships.

It was also disastrous that it was a great army of more than half a million. If the numbers are high, we ask for each other, and the tension is eased by itself. Humans are flowing in the atmosphere around them. Elves and that's no exception. There are no night raids. The enemy is bluffing in the castle. Victory is most dangerous when one's five bodies are filled with unfounded confidence that it is the present.

Kofi's famous general Shingen Takeda positioned the six- and seven-minute victory as the best. A complete victory would diminish any superior human being's ability to save himself. If you win too much, you create a chronic mind, and that can lead to death in the next war. At all times, it is nearly impossible to see oneself as insufficient and to continue to make self-modifications. Victory and defeat are always back-to-back. The old warlord knew about it by his own skin.

Bastian was more familiar with the terrain around the castle than anyone else, and as he approached the enemy formation by eliminating the exact scourge, he lit the oil kettle he had and threw it into formation at best. Fire hands rise from all over the faction that was de-alerting.

That was the beginning of the ambush.

"It's a betrayal!! The Canoto and Blue Bari have betrayed us!!

Bastian ran around the formation, letting his men, who could express themselves fluently to the stirrups of the step elves, scream at him.

The barbarians, too, are a collection of old tribes.

It wasn't the perfect single rock.

Bastian soldiers, dressed in step elf ethnic costumes, accurately killed their enemies and continued to scream rebellion. People instinctively show fright and ferocity if they smell blood and see fire. Doubt aroused suspicion and began to strike at each other everywhere. In the fold, a strong breeze gushed from the east, and flames burned everywhere in the front line.

"Let the fire go, not left in the armoury food!! Keep your voice high and scream until your throat avoids!!

The confusion was rampant, so much so that Elbredo, the real brother of the great king Cliad Kang, embarked on it to clean things up.

Few soldiers were defeated by the Bastians themselves, but the elves lost more than 10,000 troops by striking against each other with flames. It is not a place where we lose a lot of food and do not clear up the suspicions between tribes.

No way, even a commander wouldn't expect to be riding just a thousand horsemen into hundreds of thousands of factions. He succeeded in taking the impossible gap backwards, in such a danger that the oddity would pass through the hole in the needle. A licking fire and a bucket of suspicion took the step elves like waves. The damage was extremely severe.

In the great army of step elves, there were many tribes that returned to the meadows of the territory on their own, and the soldiers, who had exceeded half a million, instantly reduced their numbers to nearly 300,000 at once.

The old general Bastian, who turned and became a hero, returned with a full grin, greeted by the cheering voices of the citizens.

At the same time, this was Bastian's feared enough win.

Most importantly, there is no loosening of the face of the Bastian who named the Grand Medal.

For he knew more deeply than anyone that the future was a real battle.

The early autumn winds blowing across the earth continued to increase the coldness and wander through the lonely castle.