Dungeon+Harem+Master

The quest, undertaken by the collectors from numerous requests, was the exorcism of bandits attacking the village of Tamara, located about five days on foot from outside the castle. Nearly northeast of the castle, the village was close to the dark elves' overhanging "woods”, with mountains at an altitude of about 2,000 to the east.

Uncle Andrew's soldiers had suffered significant wear and tear in the battle against the step elves, and security in the territory was only temporarily deteriorating. In the first place, this quest remained because the number of thieves was fifty and medium, and the remuneration that Tamara Village could pay was unusually low as 100,000 P (pounds sterling).

If the adventurers were to kill as many as fifty groups, the number would be at least one hundred. Even dragon extermination requires hundreds of people in the same clan, but spends so much personnel, weapons and supplies on bandit style that it doesn't fit very well in the order of 100,000 p (pounds).

At the dinner table, when the collector gave out this story, the first person to point out the area was Nelly, who no longer serves as the family's accountant. She has worked for a long time for the Adventurers' Union (Guild) and has extensive experience around it.

"But even though you are a bandit, you need combat personnel three times that, including a safety margin if fifty are your opponents. If you think of hiring a hauling husband (porter), you will exceed two hundred. I guess it's the necklace around where the quest was left in the light of the lack of work."

Nelly shook her blue eyes similar to the cold cut lake water and dropped her eyes on the cup of tea in her hand. The collector similarly turned his gaze to Artemisia, who as an adventurer would have far more experience than he had.

"Nelly's right, Klando. Regardless of the highly skilled adventurer who can survive, if we recruit extraordinary soldiers in the present circumstances, the expenses will probably be half a million or so unfavourable. To make matters worse, the value of mercenaries (Red Shanks) in the Territory has soared since then. Could it be, Klando?"

"Oh, no way. I'm alone in the crusade."

"No, no, no!!

"Mr. Klund is suddenly going to make me a widow!! You can't forgive such outrageous gods either. Yikes!!

"You're the same dumpling brain. What's in it? Are you in there?

"You're not Bacca, you're not Bacca!? Whoa, why would I decide to do anything by myself?"

The curse of my wives flew from the roundabout. Kuruku pulls his sleeve, and when he looks next to him to the right, Meryandale is waving his face left and right with his sad eyes.

In contrast, Sizka had calmly carried the cupcakes to her mouth with a fork and carefully chewed up the sweetness. Perhaps the option of letting her husband go alone and so on cannot exist in her from the outset.

Cold sweating collectors. The women's congregation was voted down. Of course, it's an all-arms operation.

"Humph. Your arms are ringing, you scoundrels."

It was Victoire who seemed to have the most fun. She carefully polishes the sheath of the Ten Kings sword in her hands with her eyes shimmering. The collector who saw it could not have ripped his mouth off that he was going to leave her at the voicemail.

Somehow, the air, as a slaughter, gave me an atmosphere that I couldn't imagine pulling out a single shot of sconce. Afterwards, while I was letting Lacey and Rudge deal with alcohol for about a few hours, it somehow dissolved. I plan to get ready in the morning and leave the castle in the afternoon.

The collector went out into the garden alone to wake up some drunkenness. A slight light of the moon emerges garden trees cared for. It is already the season when the voice of winter begins to be heard. The dead leaves piled up many times, and the thickness of the vanished trees was so frivolous.

"Speaking of which, you never saw it calmly, even though it was your own home garden"

The product coated with the drug solution is placed on the bench to prevent the cut down round thickness from rotting. Meriandale was also good at processing wood inside.

Gently, I lowered my back and tried to empty my head.

The voices of the orphans I saw during the day somehow kept me from thinking about it.

The treasurer scratches his head to get rid of the scratch.

I felt signs behind my back and rubbed my jaw.

"Sizka."

"Yeah."

As the collector looked what a hard bat to describe, Sizka turned her worryingly crushed eyes on the fluttering Marutai bench.

As the collector held Sizka's shoulder abusively, the soft feel and sweet smell of her crisp dark hair leaned her little head against her own cheek.

"Do you think of the daytime children?"

"You were wearing it."

"I'm sorry. But somehow, I'm worried."

"I'm not a kid, I'm fine."

"I'm extra worried because I'm not a kid. Damn, you don't know what to do when you look away."

"Also do something unsolicited..."

"Well, don't hug too much. I'm talking about Klando, and I'm sure this quest will come to a close. You are, for me and for all of us, one loving man, the only husband in the world."

"Damn, aren't you the one who's worried too much? But"

"But?"

"Thanks."

The next morning, when the collector rarely woke up early, he moved his body for the first time in a long time. specifically running,. The ladies at the mansion suddenly saw the runaway treasurer wondering what was going on, and a few of them with leg strength followed them. Human beings of this age do not rush pointlessly unless they are in such a cornered situation. When it comes to wasting, if you are a knight of your stature, you travel on a horse. Speaking of training, spears, swords, bows, etc. predominated.

In that regard, Sizka Victoire Artemisia understood the meaning of the early morning marathon at the time she was explained why, but for others, it seems, it just seemed odd.

"Klund. It's not good for you if you run too much. It's poison."

As far as Lacey goes, she is looking at her sweaty husband, offering towels and tears. For her, the Foreman's workout was just an act of self-harm.

Running. Tired. It hurts my body when I get tired. Make youthful death. The old idea is that the human body is close to consumables. Even when they look like teenagers, the contents are like making a modern grandmother believe in Katchkachi superstition about a hundred times worse. The collector immediately ceased persuasion and enlightenment.

Humans, they shouldn't do much that they're unfamiliar with. By lunch, after finishing the outfits as one, a row loaded the four-headed standing carriage and headed towards the requested village of Tamara at a relaxing speed. The horse, which crossed the Slepnil species, had an abnormal force and gently pulled over ten vehicles. The original, rather noble species, this military horse was borrowed from the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights) to which Artemisia belongs.

"It's been tough. The captain will exchange terms to go out to dinner."

Artemisia boasted of her work to the other women, slightly up her nose, even though she was swollen. A few people are foolish about me, or if you talk to me, etc. Artemisia, who earned the point, was sitting in a seat next to the right of the collector in a place called Step Lead or with a natural face. At the time of boarding the carriage, the left neighbour of the seat was quickly occupied by Pordina.

"You! Damn, there. Get out of the way. Who do you think I am!!

Since Karen ate the reverse shrimp consolidation (Boston Club), who swung the power of her parents' home to stay high and insisted on vacating her seat against Pordina, there was no particular disagreement as to whether she and I had thought of exercising strength. A few of them were still persistently gazing at the gap, but they distorted their chills regrettably when they realized that the combination would not be a battle.

Each had a vocal discussion about whether they had given up a good position, had already exchanged confectionery brought with them in a picnic mood, or had recently bought in condiments and clothing. The collector was somewhat hungry as he watched Hilda and Hannah amicably carry baked sweets into each other's mouths.

"Your husband."

"Ooh."

You guessed with the breath of an abalone, and when Pordina took the wrap out of hand, he spread it on his knees.

Similar to strudel, its sweets are sandwiched with layers of elastic dough, apples and soft cheeses boiled in raw cream and sugar.

"Mucha mucha. Sweet and ugly."

As the collector swelled his cheeks like squirrels, he chewed the excessive amount of calorie sweets. Pordina looks at the joyful face of the Lord with her eyes lowering and looking at my child.

"Eat it, but see. Damn, you look like a baby."

Artemisia gives out a white handkerchief and wipes the mouth of the collector. In this way, the carriage, in a loose movement that also combines dalladara with the so-called honeymoon, proceeded more and more northeast from the castle, and four days later, it arrived in a canyon called the Old Valley in front of its destination.

When Loulou, who worked as a conductor, quickly placed the carriage on the ground facing the camp, each of them began to tent in an already tame move. In the meantime, the collector had caused the expensive release by Pordina's mouth pornography, as appropriate, but it had not changed to hold the women. They are all officially their own wives. I wouldn't shy away from anyone, but I was kind of embarrassed to carry a goodbye in the tent where more than ten people sleep in the miscellaneous fish.

(As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather play orgy, you daughters. shy)

I guess they also had a maiden tick part about the first night wanting to turn love over the beautiful sheets with the atmosphere. Harlem was antagonizing in a delicate balance and did not reach the point of destroying the existing boundaries inside.

"... so it's time for one shot, will you? Mr. Victoire."

"I don't know how you came to that conclusion, but if you touch me, I'll hold your sole."

"Chi."

I slept quietly that day as I laid a blanket in the tent.

According to an examination of Uncle Andrew's territory, the size of the village of Tamara is described as follows:

Population 525.

Ninety-seven houses.

Industrial agriculture.

There are no specialties that will capture your attention. If half of them were men, the number of workers between the teens and the forties was less than fifty, and eleven of them were in very distressed condition, dead or deeply at the mercy of step elves.

The wheat fields, which were in the harvest season, were trampled with military shoes and horseshoes, and if you think it was finally over, multiplied by the decline in security, the floaters, more influxed than outside the territory, were ravaging the villages. The day after the people who had been in the mountains avoiding the fighting had descended inside, a horde of bandits led by the head of a mercenary collapse had just avalanched here. Locke had no food, and in the ordinary people, the amateurs of the battle, he had no skill or strength to face the thieves.

"From today on, this village has become the gas pearl of this“ Spotted Cat "!! People, if you don't want to die, you're going to give away all the food, booze and money!!

The head of the thief, named after the two names of the “Spotted Cat", so close to two meters old, did not take this cold season for granted, and his upper body was stripped of its moronic skin, exposing his tight muscles to the public.

When I was old, I would have just passed forty. He stretches out a fine jaw that reaches his chest into a burning redhead. Thick lips seemed to favor the color, with blue-black spotty bruises spread sparsely across his face.

With a great barbaric knife on his back, he slaughtered and killed about three young men who looked unhappy at the beginning of the day when he formed into the most splendid chief's mansion in the village. Showing his full strength, Gaspar gathered young women in the village to begin a grand banquet.

Particularly tragic was the farmer Hans, who had to offer his own wife to the despicable thieves. Twenty this year, he survived not being recruited for how much this time because of his relatively small body, but instead began to be deprived of his new wife, Juli, who was just a childhood friend this spring.

Juli was the most beautiful girl in the village and a gentle daughter with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes.

The age was eighteen and the flowers were also in platters, and her beauty was so familiar to the neighborhood that the merchants of the city who stopped by for her use worshipped her face at first sight.

"Ho. Isn't this a rare beauty for chicks too? Are you Juli?"

When Gaspar called the trembling Juli to the banquet, he let himself exhort and crawled a favorable gaze at Girosilo and his body.

This man, unlike what he seemed, had no words different from those of the land. It seems to be the crude barbarian himself, but it is called the carriage of a delicate cup that does not suit a thick arm like Marutai, and sophistication that is a metropolitan was asked for the action.

Imagine a person who has lived in a city long and cultured. When his men ate up the food they had robbed, they began to crawl on the spot with the civilian daughter they had robbed.

But Gaspar even heard the wind enjoying it in the dishes as he leaned his cup toward his youth.

Taking away a woman should mean hungry for lust.

But I can afford not to even give it a bite.

In the whirlpool of women's screams and thieves' screams, Gaspar narrowed his eyes and moaned his long jaw.

"How old are you?"

"Ju, it's eighteen."

Is the pavilion owner here?

"Yes."

"The wild work is tight. Which, more. Fill such white fishy hands with beans. With the amount of equipment like you, you can get as much luxury out of the city as you want."

"Why... ugh"

Juli was originally energetic, and when she bit her lips, she stuck her face forward and looked straight into Gas Pearl's eyes.

"Why do you do such terrible things, so awesome! What evil did we do? Awesome!!

To Juli's outright and fierce accusations, the thieves holding the woman stopped moving and lost their complexion. He will know by staining himself with the horror of his head. One hurried away from the woman's waist when she couldn't wait to eat a little. I get up in a hurry, but I miss my toes through my legs and flip them off my back.

"Hmm. I don't care why. Juli, you're the first person I've been questioned about this operation."

Contrary to his men's wolves, Gaspar began to conceive on the spot with his arms together when he placed the cup.

"Right. In short, it'll be fun."

"Oh, my God."

"I enjoy waving my sword and killing innocent people. I enjoy watching the sad tumult of men who paint themselves on humiliation and offer their wives and daughters without even fighting them. I enjoy lighting the precious things that people have built up and doing a cup of crying in their dishes. And sometimes it's fun to stir up those who come to their teeth with a rash. In conclusion, I guess we enjoy destroying the clean, honest ones and the things they've built with cotton, who are walking straight down the road like you. Yes. By analogy, fallen, no footprints, first snow. Nature, I think its whiteness and sobriety is beautiful, but it makes you feel comfortable trampling through all of its filth and rubbing it into mud."

It is an unusual theory. But the man's words had power.

Juli chewed up the crease as she snubbed. Gaspar's words belonged to an unknown world to a woman who grew up in a peaceful rural area.

From an early age, Juli grew up teaching her parents the minimum norms to follow as a human being.

Don't be jealous of people, don't hurt them, don't deceive them, don't disparage them.

The teachings of his parents were so important to Juli that they were equal to God's prayer, but the thief in front of him denied all of them by force.

"You look disgusted."

Juli revealed her attitude by not responding, at least as a disobedience. Gas Pearl rubbed his chin on his own men looking even more pleasant. After a while, Juli's husband, Hans, tended to look nagging as he was tightened up on both sides.

"Hans!"

"Yes, it's your husband. Absolutely unbelievable. A beauty owner like you who serves this little man is just a treasure rotter. Therefore, from today on, you will be my property."

"Julie!!

"Damn it!!

Hans rambled like crazy when he heard Gaspar's declaration. Most of all, I couldn't move a single step from the spot by firmly cementing both sides to the two thieves.

Gas Pearl stood still and stood in front of Hans, who shrugged. Shake up your thick arms like a tree. I heard a blunt sound wearing a rock.

"What, you?"

Gas Pearl's right arm was slapped in Hans' belly.

"Your wife will be my toy from today on. Specifically, it's meatloaf. If I excrete, you will welcome me with a hole called a hole, a meat slave. Got it?

Hans sprinkled bloody diarrhea around him as he hung hard. The colour of worry is dark. Juli's scream sounded sharp.

"Bullshit, bullshit. Don't be ridiculous... Juli is your wife"

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop. Eh!!

"This is, for the people, medium-boned"

Gaspar opened his clenched fist and strained his tail down beside Hans.

Pampered, the sound of intermittent hits on the cheek rang.

It is a flat hand as thick and heavy as a glove.

Hans' nose is shaken and broken, and the gushing blood slaps the floorboard like rain. Every couple of round-trips, Hans' face was enlarged with heat like an inflated balloon.

"Stop, please don't.... don't hit my guy."

Gaspar looked down coldly as he stood in front of Juli, crying and pleading.

"See? That I am equal to God on this occasion."

"Wow, I get it. So don't hit Hans. He's a sweet guy who's never had a fight."

"Kindness leads to weakness as time. Now, can't he protect one of his wives? - Laugh."

Gus Pearl's instructions made his thieves laugh. Hans was already unconscious, and he collapsed to the spot like a dead man with a blue-black face. Gas Pearl pushes Juli's shoulder to stop trying to rush over. In his eyes dwelt a dark joy.

"You must serve me from today on. Then you know the rest."

"I'll ask you anything. So only Hans' life."

"I woke up and just strained my cheek. Humans do not die to that extent. Finally, have you decided to serve me? All right, all right."

Gaspar narrowed her eyes to Juli's tear-wet beauty and plucked her eye lid with her thick fingers.

Hans groaned remorsefully.

"Then shall I ask you to take the oath of slavery from now on? Hmm?"

"Huh...!

Juli caught her face when she froze on the spot.

Still, I won't tolerate gas pearls.

I smiled humbly and let my eyes loosen up even pleasantly.

"Whoa. Eyes on Chan and her husband, report it. Who am I going to do this to? Hmm? This isn't just forcing you. You know."

Juli wrinkled between her eyebrows and gave her a distressed look. Hans' vain eyes, forced up from the floor, asked me to stop. The grief of being uprooted and cornered by the dignity of a man is emerging.

You, forgive me......!!

Hans, who was a childhood friend, was like a kind brother to Juli. He loved its goodness and sunny warmth, although he had nowhere to be as active as any other boy. When I was able to be a couple, I thought it would never be more mixed up.

In the midst of suffering and humiliation, crawling like a dog, despair gradually enters the body in the stipulation of humiliation that forces men to defile their chastity, which began today.

He went with tears pressed to death.

"Thou, I will serve for the rest of my life as a slave to you, Gaspar. Forget about such a woman no longer......!

"Superior!!

"Ahhh!!

Gaspar laughed softly as he hugged Juli in front of Hans. It is a laugh of victory.

Hans saw the look on his wife's face, which turned white like paper, and vowed to God his determination to avenge it.

When Hans regained consciousness, a flavor of thieves had already disappeared from the village.

Tamara is a cold village with no originally loco industries. With the exception of the food without, and a few young women, the only damage was to the first three men slaughtered. At the time when bandits appeared as a rule, it was considered a stone to inform the castle's permanent garrison and beg for crusades.

Only this time, however, did the village chief not agree to the proposal because he knew that a large number of war wounded had come out because of how much, and that no crusader would be dispatched so easily without the bribe "not there".

From what I saw, the number of thieves had exceeded at least fifty. Half of them are equipped with robust leather armor and weapons, and hundreds or two of soldiers will be needed for annihilation. Of course, if a crusader were to be rolled out of the castle, all the pieces in between would be village owned.

"They're just fifty pounds. If it's about food support, I can put up with it even if it takes away a little bit."

The village chief calmly weighed the food that would be taken from the thieves, and the soldiers, and the thieves still stomped better.

For when it came to the soldiers of the castle, the main force was the people who recruited them, and the harm was not often replaced by the bandits. Attack village women, take supplies, and hurt them.

"Besides, the thieves often get along and kill each other. If I knew there was nothing to take from this village, I'd leave."

Winter is approaching Andrew's territory. It was more natural to assume that the thieves who attacked the village of Tamara would disappear so that the locusts could fly, if they found that they had built a simple fort in the nearby mountains but did not have enough wealth to cross the winter in the vicinity. There won't be another month until there's a full winter. If we endure until then, we will only lose cereals. The people were tempted to go out and hid large quantities of wheat and livestock of real value in deep mountains that the flowers would never find.

"Then the village chief wants you to give up your wife!!

Among the women taken to the mountain villages was also the figure of Juli, Hans' wife, known for her beauty as a natural consequence. The color of anxiety is dark in the village chief's complexion.

The Otona people in the village expressed deep sympathy for Hans at first, but eventually his obsession with having one beautiful wife erupted here in an ugly way.

Anyway, if it doesn't belong to you, you can break it. Reasons for children to waste fall on Hans' claim wearing the skin of an adult's split push of reason.

"Don't be selfish. They stole it. Just your wife!

"That's it, that's it! Cows and horses were stolen!

"Look at Tomas. He took Kakaa with his daughter, but he is patient with the village!!

"Be selfish! Hans is the one who bears it. Just you!!

"Heh, heh. Whatever! Everybody's a twilight! Awful!!

The Otona crowd was a group with a strong voice among the so-called villages, and for Hans, who was just a small piece, it hit the mainstay. Originally, the leading men slapped Hans over Casa, unable to forgive the speech of the young man, who had no right to face the official village gathering either.

I don't beg lords for crusades.

It is the general thrust of the village. To defy all intents meant Hans' death in the village of Tamara.

Hans folded his thin body into a letter for the farmer and whimpered on the spot. He is a companion who has fallen in love, fallen in love and fallen out of love, and finally came together.

That almost crushed my chest just thinking that while I was doing this right now, I was being toyed with in a cottage by that lowly thief gas pearl. Seeing Hans crying his eyes out in the blink of an eye, Otona and the others also laid their eyes down sadly to see if the bat had gone bad.

At that time, the oldest old man, who was as silent as a stone, spoke more forcefully than he thought, moving cloudy eyes under a drooping eye lid.

"Well, there's only one hand. Adventurers' Union. Hire an Adventurer in the Adventurers' Union."

Pushed on his back by an ancient statement, the village chief gives a grunting voice.

Hans reached Silver Villago on the only horse left in the village, then two days later, at an incredible speed.

The reward amount is 100,000 P (pounds) like blood collected by raising the village.

When Hans returned to the village, he wished for the coming of the Savior to God, whom he had hardly prayed for.