Dungeon+Harem+Master

The adventurer appeared, the report instantly propagated to the village of Tamara. Hans threw the violin in his hand and ran with his three young brothers to the village chief's house.

Hans was overwhelmed by urban luxury when he asked the Silver Villago Adventurers Union (Alliance) to crusade the bandits. Seeing the clothes and cultures of sophisticated people of a different dimension than the village, plus the tenacious men who seemed to stroll through the office, his pure heart made his chest jump to the figure of the Savior that he had yet to see.

- If you're that powerful, you're sure. Juli, wait for me.

Running through narrow farm roads out of breath.

I slowed down my run where I could see the village chief's mansion.

"Oh, Hans. You just got here. The people of the village are gathered now."

A familiar Georg spoke happily while in wild clothes.

"Georku, duh, where are you! Where are you, adventurer?!

"Wait for me. Everybody, throw out the wild, before you, and you won't be able to see."

I see. As Georg of the same young people said, a large number of villagers gathered around the village chief's house, unable to ask what was going on inside.

What is it? Oh, as soon as possible, look at the face of grandeur that helps Juli. No.

Imagining that the gas pearl that took my wife would be torn to pieces, I've been biting the edge of the blanket every day since that day for a sleepless night. They are thieves who never get tired of tearing them apart. Hans' thirst is more dizzying and deeper than anyone else in the village. Georg read Hans' feelings or seemed to feel sorry for his burnt face in the day. But he opened both arms he was putting together.

"Okay, wait. You're the adventurer Hans has been waiting for. I'll find out what's going on inside. Yeah, and that tall grandpa is Morgan's dick. All right. Hey, Grandpa!

Talbot's grandfather!! Whoa, whoa, it's Georg!! What's going on inside!? What's inside!!

"It's a filling inside"

Talbot, who was called upon, turned slowly and went with his cheeky bun.

"Whatever. Cancer, that fucking jizzy. I don't want to talk about it. Let's go, Hans!! Whoa, you stuffed it a while ago, you stuffed it!!

Hans finally reached the front row as he tried to swim, following a major Georg pulling the hedge forward. In front of the mansion, which uses the firmest wood in the village, there was a large carriage that Hans had never seen before. Unlike what I see everyday, the fat horse, which is a connection, even made me feel like a kind of style with proper alignment of the thick six legs.

"Look, Hans. That's what Slapenil is. Your nobles are going to tow the chariot, Eli."

He was bragging about the stories he heard as Georg swelled his nostrils and excited. Around are all the people who have never left the village since birth. Georg, when he was young, used to be in public service to the city, knowing a little about the city's culture. Georg, who distracts his chest, is somewhere proud, and makes him talk about everything from making a wheel of a carriage to which store it belongs.

As Hans turned a blind eye to the carriage, the bewitched jumped lightly. I knew right away that the person was a woman because of the snuggling and swelling of her chest.

"Whoa, is that a woman? Oh, isn't that an elf? Pretty good."

Even from villagers with some distance the characteristic long ears were immediately understood to be subhuman elves. The white-skinned woman, when she gave the ladder to the exit of the carriage, poked one knee and refrained from doing so.

Of course, coming down from the carriage will be all the big, strong looking grandiose men poking at the clouds.

Hans looked in with his eyes like a plate with his chest honking as the toddler waited for the Righteous Knight of the Picture Story.

Contrary to the proposal, it was two skinny, witty women who came down the ladder. One has a chilling atmosphere and the other wears glasses. What we have in common were both very witty and urban beauties.

Oh, that's it. Heroes have women. I must have brought a concubine or something.

When he was forced to convince himself, Hans contemplated a benign adventurer who would appear only next, opening his eyes even wider.

"Tochaku"

"Hilda, if you fly, it's dangerous."

The next thing he showed up was a young Sister who jumped with a white cane. Behind it, a sandy (sandy blonde) runs down so that another young woman can resist. Suddenly Hans and I looked at each other, smiling like trouble. Strong blurring arose from the man in the village on a smile with a unique air that attracted the man.

"Hey, you guys. What are you thinking about going down first instead of me?

This went on to show up again with a well-faced young elf waving a twin tail.

Behind that elf follows a maid of beasts with a feathered girl who looks like a well-raised cape, a grand maid with a pinned spine, and an impressive dog ear and fluffy tail. All in common were beauties as Hans had never seen them.

"Hey, hey. You're just a woman."

"Ugh. I can't take care of my eyes, but this is my daughter's fault..."

When Hans is discouraged, a slightly sharp little girl with eyes looks between them. It has a distinctive song knife, but it doesn't look very strong. The villagers saw it and gradually lost their brightness. It was then that I shook off the dark clouds.

"Whoa, Hans! Look at that, look!!

Georg made a foolish sound. Holding his ears and turning his gaze, there was a knight there who also seemed mighty eager to wear tall silver armor.

"Oh, this is it! Otherwise, it's a lie!!

He also has a bright white sheathed long sword on his waist. Pinned spines and unspoiled footsteps are the mighty men of war themselves. I don't know the expression because I put my cheeks on and lowered my helmet's gaze, but it gives me a dependable atmosphere. As the crowd concentrated on the knight of armor, a loud cheer boiled more and more.

As a result, my gaze was completely off against the last man to come out. A man with a long sword and a worn coat was too blurred to muster reverence.

Gaio, the village chief of Tamara, was an extremely uncharacteristic middle-aged man in the middle of the fifties. Seeing the collectors, he revealed his anguished expression after being stunned. He squeezed further between the innumerable engraved brows of the wrinkles, mouthing the words of welcome with a squeaky voice, but his tightly tied lips seemed dissatisfied.

"What, I came all this way for you and you don't look unhappy, Ningen"

"No, nothing like that"

When Karen, who is short minded, barks to bite with his arms together, the village chief sifts and freaks his body out and moves his vain eyes busily.

"Just about anything, a man's hand. I'm not worried about the knights and their squire alone."

"Mayor, you seem to betray your expectations, but I'm not a man"

"Become!?

When Artemisia takes off her helmet, she exposes her face. Were you just determined to be a man because of the brilliance of his armor and the condition of his back length, and as the village chief's face looked at him, he turned to the beso surface?

"Oh no. Then the man's adventurer is only his squire. Whatever it takes, it's a scam..."

"Haaaa!? What a scam!! You're fooling around because we're women!! Ooh, this is why Ningen is annoyed - muggy."

"Well, don't get so hot. And there's no racism."

The collector held that mouth in the palm of his hand as he lay on Karen flying a mouth corner bubble. Moving their gaze around, the women all seemed uniformly unhappy.

(I guess the ratio for this party is strange in the first place)

The villagers are also stuck enough to deliberately ask the city's Adventurers' Union (Guild) to get rid of bandits who have become extremely rampant. The Savior they were dreaming of would be an adventurer made up of muscular but dependable and benign men. Fact is, the crowd outside that I watched favorably at first also had two male hands who seemed to be able to fight (one of them is actually a woman!) Calmly thinking that he was a pussy, he was scraped away from the outside of the mansion so that the tide would draw.

"Hey, village chief. Sure, these guys are all women, and they look weak, but they work pretty well. And worst of all, if there were ten bandits, I could manage to end it alone."

The village chief suddenly turned a surprise look at the collector he spoke to. I can't help it. The treasurer in a black jacket full of inheritance was the most miserable of them all.

"Um, this is my squire."

"No. He's my husband and master of this clan"

"Well, if you'll excuse me."

When Artemisia replied Rin, the village chief shrunk and apologized.

"Anyway, don't worry about it. How crisp to clean up a bandit."

"Lie to me!!

A loud noise sounded blocking the words of the collector.

"Giacomo, don't!!

Through the door behind me, a young big man showed up, listening to me all the time.

"Oh, come on."

So much so that the collector looks up with his chin distracted. Back length, one hundred and ninety-five would be exceeded.

You worked out in the wild, and the thickness of your arms is so thick that you can't beat an oak. The stripped shoulder was pampered with muscles that were just ripe. The rich tiger mustache covered his entire face, still the bell itself. The prominence of the nose is similar to that of Gaio the village chief. Probably one of the family. It is natural to think of him as my son from his age. The young man's eyes were running bright red, and his nostrils were swollen wide, whether he was excited or not.

"Oyaji, you can't get rid of bandits on such a lousy urban mon!! It's like dumping money in a dove!!

"Stupid monkey, you pull back!! No, I can't do that. Totally."

The village chief should bow his head like a rice cracker. You bitterly thought of my father like that, Giacomo opened his mouth like a tiger and flew a sword and theorized his strength.

"No, just pull it off! The bandits who attacked the village, if Ora had followed ten of the young people, I would have cleaned them up all the time. If I hadn't made money and left the village empty, I would have returned the other way around."

Giacomo shook his arms up and glanced at them and glanced at them together. Interpretation would be nasty women. I guess it would have taken me to decide that if I yelled out loud, I would be blue and frightened, but as one of them, I am sitting on the spot without changing one expression. To their unusual sobriety, the youth remembered to linger.

"Giacomo, do something horrible. You are our leader!! What would you do if you were injured in connection with a thief?!

"Ha ha, your precious son..."

He is the eldest son of the village chief, even though he has no advance at all in a small village. Successors will want to take care of themselves only if they break it off, as is often the case when attacking thieves.

But the fleeing father, from the bloody young man, had become the object of impeccable anger, and the women, who only seemed to have come on the Mountain of Things to see. But neither the bragging copper voice nor any fright could be drawn from them.

Ha ha, amah daughters. Anyway, you don't think a man gives a woman a hand.

Then all you have to do is beat the man in front of you, who relies on these women, to the point of no complete skin. Giacomo's thoughts were summed up in how to humiliate the man in front of him who could bring extraordinary beauties. Momentum, the spearhead is directed at one of the collectors.

Giacomo, as intimidating, as he stepped forward, stretched out his gotten fingers and tried to grab the collector's collar. The speed of the moment. Loyal Dog Regards, Three people built the wall: Pordina, Sizka and Meriandale. Giacomo's face, taken away from you. I burned bright red as I looked with anger and jealousy.

"Oh, aren't you ashamed to be covered in amako? Still, a man?

Giacomo's provocative words ignited the wrath of the women.

"I will not allow your husband to work disrespectfully."

"Don't be abusive all of a sudden!!

"I'm not an idiot, don't you dare!!

"God's punishment will be imposed. Or let it go."

"In the meantime, let's talk about it."

"... die? The earthly people."

"Dirty ningen."

"I won't forgive you for ridiculing Klander!!

"This is why I don't like barbarians. Look at that, that seemingly incompetent face."

"I don't think I'm wrong."

"Lady, let's read the air."

"Uh, let's all calm down for a second"

There's no way a man can be a woman in the first place because of a verbal fight. Pure Giacomo's face turns blue and white to the curse that returns a hundredfold. He stifled his face with his arms stopped in the universe, suddenly flipping his body and pointing to the door.

"Oh, my God! Follow me!! Let me see, what an adventurer!!

The collector is suddenly prompted to move the place and follows Giacomo in the funny half.

The women are still like, "What's following you, huh? Why don't you just go on your own?" "Are you a loser? Rotten farmers only plow the fields without squirting" "Oh no, you don't look like an asshole" "I wish I were dead. Or die" and other curses on Giacomo's back. The collector, seeing his broad shoulders tremble, secretly strengthened his sympathy.

And they went out into the garden together, and there was a great, mossy rock. You've been exposed to windstorms for quite a few years, even in a certain style. Giacomo caught the edge of his mouth when he slapped that big rock in the palm of his hand.

"This is a“ force rock ”that has long been passed down to the Aosa family. Brilliant."

"Ha. No way, I brought you here just to show you this? What? Stone fetish?

"Mm-hmm, you're a poorly informed Anne. In short, prove to us that you are strong. Oh, it's the best power in this village. Even for the orcs. Take a pull like that. At least I don't think I can kill those bandits more than you. The villagers think so too!!

Soon cheers arose from the villagers who watched the interaction of the collectors farther from the hedge. Gaio, the village chief, kept wandering, and had a surprisingly fine sweat on his forehead alternating the faces of the zodiacs and his son.

"You're out. The primitive theory of violence of the people"

Nelly snapped like she was stunned. It can be said that there is no easier proof of power to convince the most educated people.

"What do you say! Compare your power to yours!?

"Oh. Well, that's fine. Is this force rock the right thing to do?"

"Idiot. This can't go up with human power. It's the little rock next to it that you compare."

Giacomo pointed to about half the rock next to the force rock.

The rock, although slightly less graded than the force rock, is quite large.

In fact, Giacomo designated it, which weighed more than five hundred kilograms gracefully.

"Hmm. Don't look at your power and chill.... go!!

Giacomo pulled off his jacket and exposed his brilliant upper body, putting his hands on the big rock to help. From the villagers around, a support ale similar to anger is sent from next to next.

When Giacomo dyed his face like a boiled dako into a Zhu, he lifted nearly three hundred kilometers of large rock high overhead, stirring his whole body's muscles. People's excitement peaked, and the scene moreover transformed into a heavy-lifting venue itself.

When Giacomo roared as hard as a beast, he struck down the great rock to the ground.

A loud noise echoes around.

"Duh, how about that! Now it's your turn!!

He has his tongue out like a dog running all over him and blushes violently. The collector looked at the man proud of his power to pull his tongue in a desperate shape, without changing one complexion.

"Well, please. Pol."

"Yes."

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!! Hey, hey, what, what!! Just kidding -"

I'm being ridiculed. The man in front of him is not confident in his strength, but instead tries to keep the spot cloudy in tea and face to face by ordering one of his youngest daughters. That's what I thought. At the same time Giacomo angered his eyes and raised his voice of protest.

Pordina does not even look at the large rock lifted by Giacomo with full force, and twice as many hands on the likely force rock.

"Mm."

Dog ears poking out at the top of the headdress poked heavenly.

Fluffy brown tails make you feel better.

He lifted the boulder, which weighed a thousand kilograms, or six hundred kilograms, high with insecurity like a barrel.

The villagers, as well as the collectors who ordered it, had been taken lightly in the sight of her strength.

"Uh. Is that you? Por......"

The collector knew about the existence of the ninety kilograms of dagger she was using, so to a certain extent he felt he could do it, he ordered Giacomo to lift the same rock, but the result was far more than that. Pordina heard the words of the treasurer. No, he threw the force rock out like a rubber patch and ran over with Pawn.

"I'm sorry. I misdirected you. I'll start over right away."

Pordina bows her head deeply.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden spirits surround by the sounds of the ground ringing, Zun, echoing in the bellies of the people.

A giant rock fell to the ground, causing a roar.

The surrounding trees trembled with shock, and the dogs that were connected barked like crazy.

"Ya can start over. No, that's fine. Ooh, we lost."

The blue-blue Giacomo trembled as if he had strangled his buttocks on the spot. Then he turned away from the Beastman maid of beauty as he was frightened, and nagged deeply.

The presence of the collectors, who prevailed over the power comparison, was accepted by the villagers.

Cute and strong, it's supposed to be justice, but it's nothing but “bizarre” for a poor maiden like a flower to possess the same power over her. A line of Harlem Girls with sophisticated beauty was no longer seen in the gaze of curiosity, but rather it was time to be treated like a bucket. Together, I was sad.

Together, measures must be put in place. The collector had a quick operational meeting when he rented one of the village chiefs' rooms. At first, he simply thought it was better to attack the bandit fort and exterminate it, but the village chief pleaded for the protection of the village than to strike it out.

"The thieves should be running out of the first food they took. I know it's time to come down the mountain."

The number of enemies is approximately fifty. According to the village chief, he will not roll out to the people who first fed Gatun and one shot in Hannah with a total outflow. Now, the bandits who came to explore whether there was anything new were less than twenty. The collector concluded that if the employer's hope was first and foremost the village's defense, it would still be okay at first.

"First, let me show you the inside of the village"

The collector took Rudge and Nelly and looked around the village. The village of Tamara faced a cliff cut off on the west side and the entrance was limited to three locations: north, east and south.

When the collectors ordered the villagers to seal off the infrequently used northern entrance, they forced backwoods to be assembled east and south to prevent horseback riding from getting in. In particular, at the widest eastern exit, about two metres of open moat was built to prepare the thieves. Originally, the village was surrounded by fences in preparation for the monster raid, except at the entrance.

Tent the central part of the vertical road overlooking the eastern exit and the faction was in order. It was also possible to disperse and stay in the popular house, but we dared to plan to sleep in a single tent as a miscellaneous fish in order not to relieve everyone of the tension and build unity while on the battlefield. This brings out the idea of a collector to make a strong pseudo-connection by placing women with shallow days in extreme situations such as killing each other. Camping close to winter, whatever you're used to, feels very cold because the fabric of the tent is bordered by the ground. Especially when the sun went down, the cold of the wind stained the bones. Inside the tent, a blanket is laid but the difference between indoor temperatures and cloud mud. If cooked in a pristine tent without a ventilator, there is an immediate risk of carbon monoxide poisoning. Naturally, the flames of fireworks keep burning.

"Your husband. Your meal is ready."

As the collector was playing with Hilda's cheeks pulled in the tent, Pordina came to turn the tent, behaving gracefully. If it's a large number of people, it can't be a fine menu. Scorched BBQ in hot soup served in a large pot, and barley porridge were the contributions this evening.

"Ugh, what is this? Ugh, mecha Ugh!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!

"You don't have to eat in such a hurry"

Lacey wiped the juice on the collector's cheek, keeping her sister-wrapped headscarf. Next to it, Karen, who had eaten Pordina because the amount of soup meat was unfair, is covered in iron claws on her face and smothered.

"Klund. He who is ok, must also eat with elegance. Well, that's why I don't think it's a good idea to get your mouth dirty. So, that. Oh, uh."

Artemisia carried the porridge, dull with saji, to the mouth of the collector as he blushed.

"Yeah? Uh. Ha-ha-ha."

"... Mmm. Something dusty."

Artemisia moisturizes the eyes that have deeply flaunted her mercy. At the same time, it was protruded from all sides towards the collector with the porridge.

"Me too, give it to you!! Look, eat, right!!

"Yes, yes, Hannah will join us"

"Uhm. Let me try it too"

"Look, Klando. Open your mouth. Like a hungry hungry ghost."

"Hey, hey! Stop, stop -!?"

The collector packed a warm dinner all over his mouth and finished his time for a mixed meal.

A long night begins at last if my belly is filled. We do not know when the bandit raid will take place.

"Night watches are paired in pairs, with three shifts. It could be a long fight, so I won't force it."

The night shall be from eighteen o'clock until six o'clock the following day, after the sun had set. Be vigilant outside the tent for approximately four hours in one pair.

Sayings, the two places east and south are that the villagers will use the manpower to make the tension. It's just dangerous for everyone to fall asleep completely, so we decided to keep the two personnel out, to the point of rest.

"Pairs are determined by whales to time the configuration. Please refrain from complaining because there is no kiri."

When Loulou held what was commonly known as the Night Game Box, he protruded forward a little boastfully.

"It's that box again..."

"Because Krander won't take advantage of me."

The collector is excluded with master privilege.

As a result of a rigorous draw, a pair of Louloulou and Hannah, Pordina and Lacey, Hilda and Artemisia, Meriandale and Nelly, Karen and Rudge, Victoire and Sizka were determined.

Naturally, fierce dissatisfaction exploded on the prolonged line of daily discord.

Mostly Victoire and Sizka.

Sizka kept the whale in her hand, and when she let it curl with a flirtatious and deliberate foothold, she became a keeper.

"Klund, there's someone sick."

"You, maybe that's about me!!

"... if you know, just disappear somewhere"

Sizka threw up with her eyes like she saw a bug.

"Hey!!

A sassy collector broke and stopped Victoire, who caught his eye, from trying to fly.

"Uh, rope rope. You know, you guys. No matter, we're too close. Shit, can't you be graceful to other ladies?"

"Because.... please, Klando. He's a jerk."

"Ugh."

Sizka has mysterious shiny eyes like black pearls, peeking into the upper hand.

It was called a face that looked like it was going to cry out, and the way I pulled my sleeves with my fingertips was rather seductive with a touch of loneliness. Just staring makes my head core seem like it's going to boil.

"Hey, Klando. Don't let it fool you like this one. Chill your head. How could a man be so stupid?"

Sizka rubbed her face to sweeten to the treasurer as she glanced back at Victoire and tongued out.

"Sizka. Apparently, you don't know what to say."

"I can't hear Abalone."

"Yay, nigga!! Already, I'm mad!! I'm mad at you. Whoa!! That attitude, let's be the root of the aftermath. I'll slap your rotten guts back with my sword!

"You insatiable bitch. Right, let's do something good. Here."

"What is this..."

Sizka threw the rubbing rod for cooking loose when it was taken from the top of the luggage rack.

"It's your night's opponent. Better yet, you don't like that stick. You can rub it in a vain hole."

Victoire did his hand to the long sword on his hips as he shook his shoulders violently. Suddenly, Pordina and Hannah jumped on her back and arms. Victoire's eyes were seriously kicking.

"What do you say? Lady. Let's calm down. Come on, there's some Amana sweets over there."

"Kill! Kill!!

"Your husband will be uncomfortable with the rumbling. Flush."

"Oh no, kill him!! Never, never forgive me!! So, so, who's loose? I'm a clean maiden. Treat it like a man's sunshine is getting older. Mm-hmm, annoying! annoying Ugh!!

"My lady. Well, the tone sounds nasty"

"Ohhhhhhhh!!

Pordina stares at the collector like he's in trouble. The collector stares back at Pordina silently.

The faithful dog ear maid turned her arm around Victoire's throat and put her strength into it all at once. Victoire gives me a strange voice, and my complexion keeps turning blue.

"Aww."

Half a bell on the watchtower rang hard as Meryandale hand-covered his mouth in a panicked manner. I stood up, closing the book that Rudge was playing, sitting in front of the fireworks.

"Apparently, you don't have to watch tonight."

And the hungry thieves went down the mountain again in search of food.