Dungeon+Harem+Master

Pippy and mucus sounded slutty in the dark.

Associate Baron Joslan (Baronet) looked closely at the girl chewing her toes diligently as she sat in a chair covered in fine leather.

"Amy. How old are you this year?"

"Uh-huh... uh-huh... twelve, Associate Baron (Baronet) Well"

Joslan remained silent, placing his finger on Amy's white back in service. It is a meatloaf that is taking off a girl and putting one foot on an adult woman. The thick fingers of the hairy twitches move along the spine, flowing slowly. Amy reacted sensitively to the movement while keeping Joslan's toes in her mouth. It was a reflexive movement long used to caressing my husband. Amy was crawling under the Lord's knees and licking up a man's feet like a dog.

Joslan was slowly reflecting on an earlier meeting at the mansion in Silver Villago Castle.

In the back of his brain, Victoria's poor face, which draws her mouth into a single letter, still cries, remains clear. Honey colored shiny hair. Beautiful eyes like melted gold.

And a beautiful breast, whether discreet or not, with extra meat shredded off, that will never change.

Swallow sauce and spit. The eye lid crept into small pieces. Amy, who continued to serve, mistakenly thought her caress had done her job, sending a proud, up-and-coming glance. Joslan's thick eyebrows shook pickly.

Almost, at the same time, a figure stood in the corner of the room.

It covers its face with a black cloth. The all-body blackened figure suddenly emerged as if rising from the darkness. The only sickly eyes that gleamed, peeking from the cover, were cold and glowing.

"Griel."

"Call me."

Amy finally realizes the presence of a mysterious man who suddenly appears, interrupting his service and clinging to his knees.

Joslan bounced all the way to the wall when he kicked his slave in the face. Amy squashes on her leg again as she bleeds her nose. It's also troublesome to move your legs. As he rang his throat and called out his sputum, he threw up on Amy's poor side. Yellow-flavored sputum runs down his cheeks telling him to drool. Her eyes darkened in color of fright. When Amy spits out the Lord's toes, she removes them without leaving sputum with one hand, ringing her tongue and tucking them into her mouth. The sound of the kitten licking the milk continued uninterruptedly.

"Keep going. It's okay."

"Baronet."

Amy immerses herself in service again with a crying smile look. The move to get to know Joslan's bumps was sweet, but it was no longer boring for him.

"There's nothing else to talk about. It's about Karen, that elf princess. Why did you screw up?"

"In addition to my predictions, I had an awesome escort. Five men were killed: Dadrum, Connie, Enrico, Adoraba and Glenn."

"Oh! Um, give me five. Victoria also looks like she wore a medium handkerchief. Are you a member of Wu Yingjie?

Joslan stepped on Amy's face when he moaned without hiding his surprise. Keep barefoot and step on the face of the ghoulish and poor girl. Joslan's eyes were filled with an inverted flame. While the girl looked painful, she began to use her tongue rhythmically to bring out the pleasure of the Lord.

"No. It's like a no-mark man though. Next I'll clean it up directly."

"Mm-hmm. If you had two names for Yangtze, it wouldn't hurt you at all. Still, it's totally stupid. No, no, it's not about you. Me and the elves."

"What does that mean?"

"You don't have to hide it. The story is in my ear. The Elves must have asked for Princess Cullen's work."

The masked assassin known as Griel diluted his existence to assimilate into the shadows.

Joslan's inclusive laughter flowed long tailed.

"What. The greed caught me shooting the same target, but you killers doubled your money. Anyway, the elves who want to kill each other are good annoyances such as harmony. But thanks to the importance of faith, the covenant I made is not so easy to break. Best of all, if Karen, the messenger, was killed, it would be a good excuse to attack him. Even for me, if I can no longer shed munitions on the elves who are supposed to be enemies, the gold I get in words will instantly become fuzzy. Trouble is, it's me and the elves who get rid of it early. The longer this kill prolongs, the more huge profits roll in. Hehe, and one day, that one too. Hey, that's enough. Don't."

Joslan snapped his neck at the girl as he marked the end of his toe service.

As Amy stood up, her nakedness naturally entered her sight.

It has white, smooth ceramic skin. Nonetheless, Joslan's gaze was terribly cold as seeing a toy tired of playing.

"Sure, when were you bought out of eight? That was a long time ago."

"Yes. When I was first robbed by the Baronet, I first realized how awesome my lord was. Since then, four years. Thanks to Taprika for being so adorable. Here."

Amy took her hands off her chest as she leaked a giggling laugh. It was no longer a definite symbol of taking off the realm of a girl and stepping into the concept of a woman.

"Me, you'll be a solid lady in a little while. That way, I can make you feel better than ever before - of!?

"Ugly"

Joslan was poking a dagger into the center of Amy's swollen chest, defenseless with his hands behind his head.

The blade was sucked deep into the tuba.

The bright red brightens up and brightens the skin like snow.

It was a beautiful contrast.

"What - so?

"It's ugly. Hey, Griel. Why can't an angel be an angel forever!? How can you make your breasts swell up so ugly? Ahhh!?

Amy fell backwards as she glanced in tears. Red and black blood crept into one side of the carpet, creating a large pond.

"Amy, I want you to know how much money I've spent on you. I thought we'd finally be able to tour each other when I first saw you with the Earl at the Metropolitan Garden Club. Mine! To my only angel!! Since then, I've spent money like hot water to ruin your father! You know the joy of competing off you in a legal auction!! I was planning on giving birth to my child as an angel. That's what it is!! Oh, I'm connected to BattleSeek. Come on. He's going to use me, but that's a mistake. Even if we drop this castle well, it will not be the reinforcements the King's Capital has called for. What would I do then? It is decided. Protect and defend my Victoria and get his heart. Oh my god, we have a setup!! No tricks. After the barbarians are defeated, I'm gonna be his son-in-law and legally get Andrew State. The fabric stone for this is being struck steadily. In order to get an angel, you have to earn money. We need to prolong the killing more and make the vortex of chaos bigger. To do this, we need the power of the Assassination Order Godrum. Whoa!! You know what I mean?

"It's the Baronet. Can you trust us so blindly?

"Huh. I can't talk about secrets like this the other way around unless they're like you. Besides, I suppose it's called stomach sifting. Besides, we're lots of students. Why do you think he tore you to pieces in the king's capital? It's for today. Oh, my God, you can't be so bad. If I'm going to be Uncle Andrew, I can legally allow him to preach Godrum. Anyway, Romanticism is too rusty to be depressing. I will create my own kingdom of angels. Absolutely!!

"If that's true, we will spare no loyalty."

"Mm-hmm. To do that, I need a result that satisfies me. Don't get it."

"One more thing, a report."

"Oh, my God, go ahead"

"Wu Yingjie,“ The Brave Man, "has joined the target's escort."

"Oh my God. That's not good, that's not good!! His sword arm is extraordinary. Don't you have a heavy load?

"No, it's just not“ Holy Knight, "I thought it was better. That man, Otsum is weak. If you go from hand to hand. Nothing, you don't have to cut the front with Brave Man. I wish I only erased my goals. But it's crumbling."

Joslan unleashed a bag full of gold coins at Griel.

Then I kicked Amy's body up as she mumbled her nose song.

Approach the window and open the curtain.

Blinking light descends straight down to Amy's sad side.

The figure of killer Griel had scratched off the spot as if he had not been there.

"Princess, I don't know why."

Before Karen returned to the VIP room, Loulou, the samurai, had clearly shed tears on her white cheek.

The time was already past evening. Having made an inadvertent statement, Karen, who had trapped the elf side, and both the collector and Loulou had been placed under house arrest indoors.

"Shut up."

"Shut up. Oh, my God. Princess ha, princess ah!!

Loulou greeted the heroine of the tragedy, and when he cried down on the spot, he twisted himself and raised his high voice. The collector stuck his finger in both ears, glancing at her emotional expression, which was clearly going too far.

"Uh, you're totally hissing. Ah. What do we do?"

"Hey, Ningen. You think I'm wrong, too."

"Nothing. Besides, I agree, your decision wouldn't have changed."

"Mm-hmm. You just have to know."

"Good, good. What a fool. This is why it's called a man. Ha. The princess is ready to die!! Conclude that at such a low cost!! What an ungrateful affair!!

Of course, the collector understood that Karen's remarks were woven and pronounced to that extent. It is the abundance that occupies the floating sink of a single nation. That would be the same for the Romles and for the step elves.

Especially for the elves, whose bravery is of existential significance, it was impossible to pull the spear without gaining any fruit from the warfare they had set up. The King, Cliad Kang, also consumed a great deal of war money to set up a mentor, a place where the result involved his own existential significance, such as turning back awesomely without taking the other general's head.

The nomination given to the King by Karen is the surrender of Uncle Andrew's army. It should not be allowed to expand the main management's fingerprints 180 degrees.

"Loulou is right. I disobeyed my orders from the king and changed to harmony at my discretion. Often, the death penalty, worse, would be exposed to skin peeling all over your body."

"You, then. Why?"

"I wonder if I need to ask. Besides, I've been meaning to do this since I was chosen as a messenger. Sister Thea would have wanted to do this."

Karen bent her knees and stroked Loulou's head as she sat down. The beauty samurai clung to Karen, rounding up her usual chills. Like a toddler has regressed, he speaks out in full without worrying about the eyes of the collector. That was enough to corroborate that Karen's death was confirmed if he returned to the formation outside the castle.

"I was there to make sure it didn't happen. Princess's, I wish I could."

"I'm sorry. Haha, hey, Ningen. Well, that's the opposite of the usual position."

The collector quietly turned his face to the ceiling and distracted himself. There is no way that a confirmed death is not terrible.

Karen's expression was as clear as a white piece of paper, her eyes anxiously loose.

"We're leaving this castle tomorrow, at least for me. The frasers will pack the terms of harmony, but don't worry, it won't be relaxing. Because the elves keep their promises properly."

"I hope so."

Loulou is no longer raising his voice, he is rinsing his nose. She didn't even try to move the spot with her face stuck to Karen's shoulder.

"Now you'll be excused tomorrow morning.... I'm sorry about all that. You have someone waiting for you, too."

"Oh."

"Oh, yeah. Ha. Yes, you are! Ma'am, at best tell future generations what you did to help this Karen! I'm sure you won't be able to continue to experience serving the legendary elves that prevented you from doing so much. It's an honor!!

Karen laughed in a bright voice that she had obviously taken care of when she distorted her face with a crying smiley look. How pathetic was the faint end of the phrase.

"Hey, think about it. Hey, hey, eh. Hey, maybe it was annoying? About me."

The collector cut the carp out of his sword whenever he could lift his hips off the sleeping table without answering Karen's words. Seeing that, Karen also frightens her expression as to whether she has perceived the situation. Only Loulou still hadn't grasped the situation and was stunned with tears.

"Hey, what are you doing here?

"I don't know. But my instincts came all the way here. I need a poison wave."

"Starch?"

"But Alexei and the escorts should still be on alert. I can think of as many reasons to be targeted as I want, so it's bad at the end."

It would be inconvenient for Karen to live, both on the elf side and on the human side.

A thick killing spirit stood in the floor.

They prefer to fight if you don't have a lot of power.

Whatever that is at the individual level, it could extend to one country.

The harm is to fly over 10,000 and many innocent people will be hurt.

The collectors are not otherwise pacifists or pioneering jingoists.

One sword can be slashed, and so on.

Karen's arbitrariness is not a noise of disqualification as a messenger, but her impotence through the anomaly was sobering.

The windows facing the outer garden were unloaded with armor doors, which, due to their varying thickness, seemed impossible to destroy with man-made force, of course, to the extent of the handgun.

"Except for mortars. And then there's your fantasy magic."

"What were you doing earlier?"

When the collector was spinning his thoughts violently, the lights in the four corners of the room went out without being left.

The world was naturally anointed with darkness. Loulou finally regained his sanity and stood in front of Karen with a dagger in his hands.

When the collector pulls out the long sword, he slaps it against the chair and destroys it. You understood the act, and Loulou pulled the sheets on the bedside and put them on his feet and soaked the oil from the candlestick and set it on fire. It is a simple treat. I felt like the space upstairs waved. The close-fitting glass near the ceiling sounded strangely clear, shattered and scattered without a foretaste.

"Here they come! Watch out!!

"I don't have to tell you. I know!!

Something like black liquid slips through the gaps in the shattered windows and breaks into the room.

It swept and flourished when it reached the centre, turning into a single man.

"The chemistry!! Die!!

Loulou threw a dagger with or without him.

The blade released pierced the man's head and throat unwillingly.

But when it came to change, it just made me laugh that the man was coming with a low voice.

When the blade thrived with mud-like uncertainty, it fell into the sky without making a sound.

The man's head and throat produced a slight heck of a scratch, but the mucus material flowing around him repairs the missing area immediately. As if, only emptiness remained as if he had pierced a river of mud with a stick.

"A generous welcome. Painful. Do you see any difference there between you and Princess Karen, the son of the great king Cliad Kang?

"That's right. I don't know if you're a cheap killer who came to take my life."

"This is the wisdom eye. I am the black shadow rotosilt. I grabbed it because of it. If you give your life clean, you can go to hell without suffering. How about that?"

"- That's not true, you must have decided!! Wind Slash Magic (Aerocutter)!"

Karen waved up her arms to unleash the magic of the wind attribute. More than two meters of whirlwind increases and drives at a tremendous rate. The wind blade thrust into the back window when it struck decently straight into the rotocylt, not heavily hedging the sturdy iron armor door.

But that is all.

"This guy, my magic works!?

The blade of the wind certainly broke the body of the rotocylt into pieces.

In reality, however, the body of the man, amputated in two, glued again as if the magnet were to be pulled, and remained on the spot without any damage.

"It's like a thousand slices of clay stuck together."

"You don't have a chili, this is"

Loulou wiped the sweat off his forehead and pulled out his hip rapier. The collector hides it on his back by covering it when he pushes her over. As soon as I did, the curse flew.

"What are you going to do!! I'm much more skilled than you are."

"Just think about letting Karen get away. That's good."

Loulou bites his teeth remorsefully, going back behind his back with Jiriziri. It's not a rotocylt to miss that. The sticky voice made me talk fast.

"Oh, no, this is all of a sudden rambling. Then I'll have to give it back."

Rotosilt has thrown overflowing black matter when he lifted his right arm.

When the collector waved his long sword and broke it both ways, the dark mass, mutilated to the left and right, was slammed hard against the wall. As soon as possible, the chunks erode the lacquer as they raise the smoke. Coal rises from time to time with the stench of punching him in the nose. The collector coughed and covered his mouth with a coat.

"Ningen, be careful! He uses unattributed witchcraft!!

"You know, Thunderbolt! I don't know."

Normally, in addition to the four types of magic in this world: earth, water, fire, and wind, there was nothing left that did not apply to them, and it was defined as unattributable.

"My magic of state change Transformation is the crystal of creativity that the clan has invented from generation to generation. The souvenirs of the underworld will taste great."

Rotosilt approached crawling through the carpet as he degenerated his whole body into mucus.

The collector waves his sword down directly from the front as he leaps.

The mud chunks dispersed after a blow, but after the splash they begin to regroup again.

Then he roped his body and attacked me like there was nothing.

The zodiac quickly opened his body and sent off a blow of tentacles that grew.

The carpet burns after making a noise.

There was a big hole with a strong rotten odor.

As the collector sees it, the rotocylt's body is muddy but not in itself a poison. Only when attacking will a part have a strong heat and the part that comes into contact with it burns. The measures have been decided.

"You guys run away!!

I'm not letting you get away with this.

Rotosilt rolled out to spit out the tentacles of mud.

An elongated, stretched mud spear rushes past the back of the possessor and approaches Karen.

Roulou tossed himself out to push Karen.

Almost at the same time, a distressed voice echoes.

The pointy tentacles of the rotocylt deeply dictated Loulou's right ankle.

"Whoa, whoa!!

As the collector lifted his sleeping table with full force, he kicked the carpet and pressed it straight against the chemical assassin. It is a monstrous force beyond people's knowledge.

The crest on his chest began to glow blue and white.

The rotocylt, sandwiched in an iron armor door, immediately began to boil its entire body as it raised its voice. The wood and cloth catch fire and the door starts to deflect due to heat.

"Ohhhhhhh!!

I make a blunt noise with the mistletoe and the armor snaps. As the collector stepped back, he slammed his right foot into the raised central part of the sleeping area. A tremendous shock sounds indoors.

"Don't push with this one. Ahhh!!

The collector weighed his shoulders as he pressed them against the belly of the bedroom.

Mississippi and a fine sound rang and a crack ran between the walls.

"Damn, imitate the joke...!

Rotosilt happened to liquefy his entire body and try to take it off the spot, but the pressure the collector pressed was faster. The bedside finally leaped into the void and began to fall as he pushed through the roto silt on every window frame.

The collector starts descending as well as clinging to the bedroom. The abyss was open to the front. There are potpouts and orange lights on in it. It would be a bargain for the escorts. Vision clouds with flotation. A shock ran all over my body. Her body stopped breathing as she was thrown outside like a rubber patch. The back of the eye lid blew out violently. Don't interrupt your consciousness. The battle hasn't even begun yet.

When the collector stood up quickly, he crawled out of the garden tree tree with a long sword in his grip. There were several men around who were throwing their limbs out and falling. I can't see any trauma. Unilaterally, it was impressive that he was desperate while spitting blood out of his mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"You're all dressed up."

"Hmm! Oh, Alexei!!

When I turned around in response to a familiar voice, I saw Alexei crouching in the bush behind me. He is roaring with his butt rounded out, with a blue and white face. A fine sweat rose on his forehead, how spicy it seemed.

"By plugging it in... Miss Menkoi... to the booze I got... the poison, the poison. Ooh, kita, kita, kita!!

"Did you drink poisoned liquor too?!?

The scuttle smell drifts at the tip of my nose with a bumpy, dull cloudy sound. When the light water sounded flowing, Alexei wrinkled between her eyebrows.

"I've been drinking too. Then. No other mon left...... Ugh! Fuck you, but what a... whoa!! Knock, knock!!

Alexei snorted like embarrassed when she noticed the chilly gaze of the zodiac. It was thanks to the stomach of his speciality that there was life, but it was no longer likely to be expected from the battle.

"I'm so sorry. Hey, too. I'll take care of him. You stay down here as long as you like."

"Whoa, thanks...... whoa!! This is crazy!! The second wave!!

The collector slowly moved forward as he took his gaze off Alexei, who continues to fight hard in his belly.

In front of me is scattered with wood from the bedroom crushed by the impact of the fall.

It solidifies to one point as splashed black muddy matter gathers together in the light of the flames that burn red.

In an instant, a black-crushed man was shaped with a swinging sword in his hand.

"I thought you'd do it."

"Shouldn't you just say what you got from someone you don't know? You know, there's a lot of underprivileged people out there."

Rotosilt laughed spirally with his nose, trying to stick out his sword, moving his right foot forward and taking the stand.

"Don't say that to me. We're all innocent."

"Purity makes us lose sight of what matters as time. Yes, like a princess in an elf."

"If you're talking about harmony, you don't know anything."

"We've had too much chat. I'm going to get rid of you and get the job done."

"That's not how it works. Karen, I won't let you touch a finger!!

The collector leans against Jirijiri with his long sword in one hand on the upper stage.

It was the rotocylt that set it up earlier.

When he liquefied only his upper body, he had rolled out his sword as he stretched his body like rubber. The collector waves down his long sword with momentum from the upper level. The hard sound of the blade meeting echoed. Rotosilt, seen as unfavourable, rips the tentacles off his left arm.

The collector managed to avoid rolling down the ground when he folded himself and threw him out. You were blushing your forehead. The smell of burning drifts through your nose.

It's a thousand hands, then.

Slashing or poking won't do any damage. There was a need to connect thoughts from the ground up.

Even though they can use indeterminate sorcery, they are human beings.

There must have been a weakness somewhere.

It can't be fought while thinking long in action.

I need to poke the gap in critical condition and decide on the battle at once.

"What's up? You stopped moving, didn't you? Have you given up yet?

"Yikes!!

The treasurer throws a piece of wood from the sleeping table that was falling in remorse. The fragments of wood sank with Zubuzub as they drew a parabola and buried in the body of the rotocylt.

"Damn, how about this guy!!

Pick up the near-drinking bottle and throw it.

This is one of the most frequent dishes that I've gambled off the shelves in my VIP room for evening fun.

Rotosilt stretched countless thin tentacles out of his arm as he sighed, and the liquor bottle snapped. The black mud created fine air bubbles and swallowed the tiny bottle.

"I'm in trouble, don't ask me to weigh my body any heavier. But you can take it in here, too."

The tentacles of the rotocylt seemed to extend indefinitely and were not. He cannot stretch his whole body beyond his volume. The tip was the only way to watch out for an arm stretching and shrinking like rubber, but it also had an odd adhesion added to it. There is hesitation in inadvertently sending slaughter. The fright was inhibiting a delicious attack and turning the possessor behind.

"It's time for me to settle!! I can catch up with you later!!

The Zodiac sent a tentacle attack from his enemies, driven in agony, and boiled his brain. Thoughts were eventually shaped together in one.

The collector set his sword horizontally as he moved vigorously to the left.

Rotosilt moves at the same speed. Each other became outfits facing each other from the front.

"Don't die."

Rotosilt flexed his arms backwards, shooting out two tentacles at a time.

A long sword in one hand ripped open the air. Blade winds wildly wild in my ears. The collector swung his sword fine as he threw himself to fall forward.

The Holy Sword “Black Lion” launched the assassin's blade upwards.

Two tentacles stretched out. When they intertwined with each other in their original orbit, they wrapped around the backward burning platform and burned up heavily.

"Whoa, whoa!? Arms up, my arms ahhh!!

As I imagined, the rootsilt originated in mud. His state change Transformation was subtle, but it was not easy to release an object once captured from its attributes outside. The flames burned more and more whether the pieces of wood touched the swallowed liquor bottle of the rotocylt.

"I won't forgive you. Whoa!!! Cunt oh!!

When the rotocylt opened its large mouth, it rolled out a single tentacle to spit out from the back of its throat.

The Builder's reaction is delayed by one step. Sweat erupts all over your body. I managed to turn myself around and try to avoid the attack. The sweat flowing into my left eye, my vision blurs. My whole body grew gross.

"Wind King's Spear (Aerojavelin)!!"

There was a roar that tore the sky apart violently at the same time as a fierce chanting voice.

Shoot, and brought a sharp wood-withered sound, and a wind-wrapped arrow flew in like a meteor. The arrow, protected by the magic of the wind, pulled the tentacles of the rotocylt without aiming, and cut a thousand pieces, made a wind hole in the earth. You don't have to look up. Karen on the fourth floor fired backup fire.

The collector ran past the side of the rotocylt at an awesome rate when he grabbed the sword back deep.

The blade drew a silver trajectory horizontally. Double-cutted from the waist to the top by stunning, Rotosilt twisted himself in an attempt to distort his eyes and repair his collapsing torso.

But he was unconsciously covering himself and sending his gaze to the center of his belly. Nakatanda slightly above the lower abdomen when it comes to the area.

The collector was rolling out trying to throw himself out when he gripped the long sword with both hands.

It is a thrust of all hands.

When the long sword was buried halfway from the man's back, it protruded toward his belly as it slipped.

The tip of the blade pierced and destroyed the nucleus of the rotocylt. It was a definite response.

"To Godlam, glory be to you"

Rotosilt threw up blood so hard that it stained out of the mask that it fell to collapse.

The collector had probably left the assassins of the Assassination Order.