Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector immediately used Louloulou to explore the entire enemy.

"The number of enemies is twenty-three in all. Breakdown is: horseback riding VII, infantry XVI. None of them have flying tools and are armed only with swords and spears. There's a lot of noise in front of the backwoods at the east exit right now."

Backwoods are books that connect wood with pointed tips. It looked like a resilient defense at night, but it was a level I didn't want to expose to the day with a simple one made of its fruitful combination.

Apparently, the bandits are licking that the villagers will voluntarily remove the barricade if they raise their barbaric voice to the flourish.

The collector gave Lacey the liquor cup he had in his hand when he smiled wildly, and stood up and punched his long sword into his waist.

"Any sign of being forced into it?

"There isn't. But over time, you'll move in a hurry."

"All right, let's get ahead of ourselves"

The collector took Sizka, Victoire and Artemisia and ran out towards the eastern exit.

The night is brilliant and Loulou precedes him, and he is already invisible.

Behind us, Rudge follows a small run.

The rest of the personnel were left in case the south entrance of the handkerchief was to be prepared.

The enemy has swallowed only the unarmed civilian population from the beginning. You won't need any help.

As the collector tackled the backwoods at the entrance, he immediately lowered the villager men who had asked him to keep an eye on them. The frightened men make their faces drawn to terror and run away with a likely foothold. Beyond the backwoods, the angry screams of horseback and rough men are wooden spirits. Though it is in front of a defense that is not easy to tread on, it would be better to endure the previous atrocities for villagers who know them on their own. Loulou's eyes glow when he was hungry in the shadows. I could see the characteristic long ears twitching in the dark night.

"Ooh, the earthlings!! Open this fence now!!

"Ugh, Ugh!! Licked and imitated!! Now I'll forgive you for half-killing!!

"We've come all the way out here to pick up a mess that doesn't even taste good!! I don't appreciate it, thanks!!

"Let the woman out, woman!! The one I took before won't be enough!!

The bandits are wicked by wielding ruthless logic all they want to talk about. The look of Artemisia with the spear in her hand was burning bright red with a flame of outrage.

Victoire has heavily cramped his neat eyebrows and is likely to destroy the backwoods now. I have to let my fingers go before the strings on my strained bow are ripped off. While the arrow butt doesn't turn this way.

"Well, do you want to do a penny"

The collector flipped a black coat like a bat's wings and stepped down without a sound on the fence. Under his eyes suddenly appeared the presence of the treasurer, or the pokane-faced men appeared in his eyes. When I looked at her confused face like this, I felt both her round eyes in her beard and her guide and adorable.

But it was only once that I thought about it. The bandits, when they finally chew the existence of the treasurer in their brains, have been scolding them with a truly poor vocabulary.

In summary, he said, "Get off the fence in front of me. And fuck that," it means.

As the collector narrowed his eyes and silenced, Rudge climbed up next door in a tedious motion.

She wears a light tea jacket and a curlot with beautiful legs. In front of the sophisticated beauty, the thieves frowned with their eyes running blood. Words that fly by mouth have been uniformly transformed into understandable slang.

Rudge looked bitter and wrinkled between his brows when he opened the star's magic book Astro Grimoire.

"Unfortunately, I'm a historic wife. Keep your pride in cheap whores. Of course, with that life. though. - Fake Magic (Alternative Magic). Flame Bullet (Flame Ball)!!"

The magic book in Rudge's hand was as fiercely bumpy as it was in the wind, and it stopped perfectly about inside, dancing a piece of paper up into the universe.

When each of the five pieces of paper fell towards the bandits, it turned into a red, burning fireball.

The chunk of flame that was shot out was struck inside the group so that it could be sucked off, and the three men on the horse rolled down in flames.

"Come on, what kind of grill do you prefer for dinner today?

The fire burned to the tenderness of the horse is increasingly burning and provoking a frenzy. A man who stood flat. He was kicked in the face and his red and black brains splashed. The meat skunk and the burning smell punch him in the nose. When the men removed the liquor bottle in their hands, they pulled out one blade after another, but their hips were obviously drawn.

"Flame Short Spear (Flame Javelin)!!"

Continuously, the counterfeit magic of Rudge's rolling fire attributes is launched. Fire spears appearing in the void glide through the darkness and descend into the enemy shadow. A few men screamed as they were struck through the limbs by a flaming spear that was struck out.

In successive sorcery attacks, the bandits lose their degrees and wolf.

It was hard to predict, and three people, Sizka, Victoire and Artemisia, over the fence, pulled out their swords and nearly danced.

Mitsu's shadow was running through the bandit herd as he slipped across the sky.

Sizka's song knife and Victoire's Ten Kings sword, Artemisia's famous sword "Red Thousand Birds” ripped the night air and moved violently.

"Hey! You guys! Early -!?"

When the collector stepped down to the ground one beat late, there were three Sizkas, four Victoires and Artemisia knocking down two bandits.

The work of Victoire in particular was remarkable. She ran past the side of the man on the left and right as she danced, flickering her white apron. With their thick barbarian knives in their hands, the two fall and fall like a puppet with a broken thread as they splash blood splashes from their flanks. How it sounded lying in the dirt.

"Oh no!?

A man poked at me from the side as I was blinded by a gorgeous sword dance like dancing.

The collector turns his half toward him and pulls his sword back out. I put my strength on my wrist to fight back.

I couldn't hold my hair for a while, and I saw Sizka jumping the man's neck in my eyes.

"Klund, are you kidding me!? - All of you, you geez!

Sizka looked up with her crying eyes as she rushed over to the collector, and when she found out she was safe, she ran into the bandits in a ghost-like shape.

Sizka's song knife flashed like a meteor. The man in the front. A string of red lines ran on the leather armor. The Zhu line eventually turned into a large cutting surface as it increased in depth as it looked at it.

Sizka's quick blow cut off the man's arm so easily that he could cut the melted cheese. A man with his wrist cut off falls on his back screaming. A short knife thrown by Loulou aiming at that throat stitched up a man on the ground by the ground. And from the throat comes the severer with the air. Sizka stepped on the side of the man and danced to the rest of the enemy shadow.

"Master Klando, are you hurt?

Loulou brought the short sword closer to rubbing his face against Klund's chest.

It smelled like sweet incense mixed with sweat.

"Oh, I'm fine. Be careful."

"I'll take care of it. I'll finish it off and show it to you."

"No, leave one. I want information on the enemy."

"I understand!!

Four more new wrecks were rolling to the ground in the gap where the collector took his eyes off. He's kicking the body while the horse who lost the Lord is gone. The area is littered with chipped spear tips and chipped swords about inside. It was the five women who no longer controlled the battlefield.

"Are you serious?"

"Taaaah!!

As the collector was stunned, he saw Artemisia wave down his long sword in a tearing mood. The silver wire, dropped upright, rained red and black blood tides around as they doubled one of the thieves directly from the front. Shizuku descended upon the burning of the abundance rolling into the earth, making a juicy dull noise.

"Ice Arrow Ice Shot!!

On the back of a man who was about to run away with his back turned, Rudge's punched out ice-cold makes a sound of beating meat and piercing him. Frozen arrows pierced the wind hole with sturdy leather armor pierced to tear through the pieces of paper. A piece of meat is scattered on the ground and the earthen smoke dances. Side of the Rudge. A bright red tongue is dampening my lips. I felt a frizzy luster. The last one saw him jump on a horse that had lost control.

"Don't let them get away!! No, wait. Capture them without killing them."

"I'll take care of it. Fake Magic (Alternative Magic). Muddy (Black Bog)!"

Rudge chanted a little spell to you as the collector screamed in panic. From her magic book, a piece of paper with light flew quickly through the ground sleigh and remained circled on the horseback riding goings. When the magical piece of paper was applied perfectly to the earth, it transformed the circumference into a viscous mud. The bandit man sinks every horse into zubuzub and impromptu mud. The collectors slowly approached the man and wrapped their tongues around Rudge's arms.

"Your magic is very versatile."

"Leave this much to me. I guess the difficulty is that you can't use so much technique in a row."

As the collector praised Rudge, she twisted her tall nose beam further upwards, which seemed less than full. By his side, Sizka was a letter to bite his lips with regret. I am accidentally pulled off the sleeve of my coat. Moving his gaze, the black-haired swordsman swelled boringly with his arms together.

"What?

"Five. Five."

"Ah, oh. There you go, that's Sizka."

Sizka looks up as she moisturizes her black eyes. Praise, praise and the little one seems to plead. The collector stroked Sizka's head, bewildered. She shuddered her body as she narrowed her eyes and seemed comfortable. It is as cheap as a kitten in a clump. He had a smile that seemed to make him smile.

"I'm four."

"There are four of us."

Artemisia and Rudge are biting their teeth with regret. Loulou, who could only defeat the two of them, was soggy. I look at them sideways, and I just turn around and say, no heart or how about Sizka's breasts.

"Ku, ku fu. Five? Only?

Victoire, with his hand on his mouth, was sneaking behind him if he noticed. Sizka looks blatantly nasty.

"Oh, whoa. Vic, don't surprise me."

"Ha! Ha ha!! Sizka, don't let me hear you speak so magnificently. I am, oh my God, seven of the Great Medals!!

When Victoire grinned full face like the sun, he raised his bloody Ten Kings sword high enough to make him proud of his medals. If Hannah is here,

"My lady, it's much brighter than usual"

and it was a sight I would have mentioned with cold eyes.

Pretty rocket tits sticking out right in front of you. Sizka made an indescribable tannic surface, staring at the golden maid knight with eyes that looked at his parents' enemies.

"Oh, what's going on? No way, can't we just look at this reality? Hmm, well, I can't even do it. If you punish me for this, you'll have to show respect for me in the future."

"Yes."

It sounds much stiffer. Yell at the same time.

"Ahhh!! What are you doing?

"Sorry, my leg slipped"

Sizka kicked Victoire's defenseless tibia. On purpose.

"Liar eh!! Hey, Artemisia? You saw it! You did this on purpose right now!? I mean, yeah, you were sure about that."

"Just calm down. Now more than ever, we need to secure our enemies."

Artemisia loosens the sauce's eyes even further, causing it to grate. Victoire wields his shoulders and shakes Artemisia off. The gentle long beauty lowered her eyebrows like trouble and exposed her grief.

"You're a total bluff to the situation. It's called Pramai Zero, even if your arm stands up a little bit."

Sizka just got on with Artemisia's words.

But Victoire, in excellent condition, did not break the winning stance.

"Heh, heh. But you can't live with me right now, Sizka. What I'm talking about is a loser howling!! Hey, hey, Klando. You think this harsh fact is obvious, don't you?

Victoire grabs both shoulders of the treasurer and boils hard. The neck root moves up and down with rattling.

"Hey, I'm strong like that, huh? You don't have to appeal. That's a good one. You were caressed with your balls."

"So, who!! Don't touch my hair, I didn't ask you, that's not true!!

"Hey, don't get on with it, heap maid. What a way to talk to Klander."

"Hmm. The five-man affair defies the seven of me?

"Let me slay you and make you a sixth."

Sizka flattened the curved sword horizontally and Victoire set the long sword in front of him.

"I just want it. Still, I don't have enough."

"What's missing is your brain."

"Hmm, pecha pie"

"I'm not Pecha. Dairy cows."

"Doorboard"

"Haunted milk"

"Horizontal line"

"Futakobu Camel"

"Will you stop talking back to me?

"I'm sorry, I can't look straight at the woman in the front. It's so ugly."

"Who are you talking about?

"The one you meet in front of the mirror every morning."

"Nah!! Yu. Forgive me!! My father used to say I was cute."

"You won't be able to tell your daughter the truth against your face. I'm glad you're such a sweet father."

"Ah. I knew I'd kill you. Yeah, I like that."

"What, we actually feel good about it? You're going to die."

It was a reward for a hard to hear scolding. True, these two weren't close.

"Uh, yeah. I don't care, you guys, but isn't it time to pull me up?

Rudge's fingering mud already didn't look like a human horse, and then it took him an hour to pull up the bandit. Net, rescue operations were more laborious than defeating thieves.

The collector quickly approached the interrogation of the bandit who pulled him out of the swamp. The man, soaked up to his head in a viscous mud, was slapped into an affordable barn, painted in raw, smelly mud. Hearing that one of the bandits was captured around, the murderous villagers are assembling farm equipment in their hands.

Nonetheless, the eyes of the men deprived of their families were burning with intense killing. Around, armed village chief dwarfs hold the villagers, but even they give off signs that it's not strange when they return the blade and kill them inside the barn. We must promptly extract useful information from the man. It was no surprise that their fangs, rushed out, were now being protruded by the collectors.

"You're a perfectly strong bastard."

The collector slapped the captive man's cheek full of strength several times, but the effect was not as if. I'm used to simple violence. You cut your mouth, you're dripping thin blood threads, but you don't even show a shred of fright. The man kept his mouth shut and silenced with his hands tied behind his back. Inside the barn are only the treasurer, Loulou and the thief man. Loulou, who was pouring an icy gaze, accidentally told him.

"Leave it to me, Mr. Klund. I'm used to these things."

She sighed, closing the door on her back as she kicked the reluctant caveman out of the barn.

(Hand wet. Too hand wet. There's no way a guy with a stomach set up with a prank like that would make a weak noise)

Her Lord is good. Even if they slaughter and lay down enemies who are coming across the street, they won't be able to outblame them unless they have enough personal hatred in front of them that they can't resist.

The gentleness is preferred.

But gentleness is what leads to weakness.

"Hehe, why, sister? You wanted to dairy me so bad."

A thief slaps his mouth down. Even though the man was admonished, he did not afford it. Loulou takes a step forward. Any expression had disappeared from her face.

The man in front of him looks like he's about to bend in the middle of thirty. It invincibly distorts the face that frightened the raw mud. When the interrogator understood that it was only the young woman elf, he turned away in a blatantly disdainful manner. What can you do to such a daughter? That was a licking look.

Loulou stepped up the fire by adding firewood to the fireworks smoking inside the barn.

A chilly breeze of night air just blows in through the open window.

The darkness is deep.

Approximately the date would have changed, and the temperature dropped even further with the gnaw. It's supposed to be cold, but it's on fire in my head. I tried to keep my tone down and tell her, remembering the mild excitement.

"Come on, it's Ningen. Tell me the total number of thieves and the plan for the fort."

Loulou's voice sounds low, but it still belongs to his younger daughter. Too much piercing was done to bring out the fright of an unreliable man accustomed to rough things. The man laughed, hissing and squeaking, whilst still wearing the rags.

"Elf's sister. If you adore my pride, I'll be damned soon. Bibies. Hey, I haven't unplugged today. It's thick, isn't it? Still, it's a lot different. Anyone who sees a beautiful elf like you can harden up here. Ah-ha. Hey, how about we get along with adults first? Talk about it. Hihihi. Occasionally. Good luck. Over there, think about one thing, will you?

Loulou kicked the man in the face with silence. It is a stiff boot with a sole. There will certainly be two kilometers on one side. Taking a heavy blow, the man stuck his face in the straw.

"Gess."

I threw it away and frowned between my brows. The man remained overthrown, leaking one of his inferior voices, and then cursing Loulou with reckless words as he thought. His scolding was so direct, though lacking in vocabulary. Loulou's expression. It made me think of the frozen surface more and more.

"It's a thin, dirty ningen. I'll just ask you one more time. Spit out the total number of thieves and fortifications."

"Elf's sister. Let's not be so jealous. If you touch your hips across me, it won't matter! I think it's a hundred times more awesome than my brother."

The man leaned back and let his hips back and forth obscenely as he showed off his raised groin.

Loulou shut the small window in the barn silently, leaning by the man and moving his short knife quickly.

The blade glows blue and white as it is illuminated by flames.

At the next moment, the man's left ear was scraped off his roots, causing drooling red and black blood to erupt.

"Heh. Ah, ah!? Ahhh!? Oh, my God! My ears are Ohhh!!

The man made his first sharp scream as he bumped. When the bright red blood spills through his temples, he wets the other side of his face. Loulou went bitter when he distorted the other side of his face.

"Shut up, you filthy pest"

Loulou pulled the bright red burnt firewood out of the bonfire and poked it against the man's right cheek.

Smoke that emitted an unpleasant odor along with the scorching sound of meat rises skunk. The man wept, moving his limbs hard and crying like crazy.

Loulou moves the short knife in his hand again quickly and he pierces the man's left leg. You damaged your artery, or a lot of blood happens to wet your underwear bright red.

Loulou burned a torn wound with a dagger as he moved a bright red burnt tree chop. Black smoke rises and the straw the man kicked in agony splashes around. A few pieces of straw kicked up fall into the fireworks and become assimilated to the flames.

"Yes. Ahhh! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

"I burned the wound. You can't die that easily."

Loulou had, of course, deviated greatly from the therapeutic range. The range of ablation is too wide for the wound. It was clear that the probability of infection was higher and that it was an act that inflicted pain and suffering more deeply than any other.

"Shh, shh, shh! Shh!

"A doctor? Stupid bastard. That's what you call it. Resist me at best. Otherwise, my fun will be diminished. Besides, you were begging me to be so adorable earlier. Of course, I'm gonna adore you. In my way. I'm glad. Well, a man would still be able to stand it, wouldn't he?

Loulou grinned immensely, sticking his blade under the man's nose in a nose mix. The man who realized what he was going to do turned his complexion white like paper.

"Yabe! Yabe Yeah eh!! Oh, fuck! Bye bye bye bye bye bye!!

"I don't know what you're talking about, ever!

"No gibberish!!

Loulou shredded the man's nose as he slipped his dagger looking fun. Thousands of chopped pieces of meat dance through the universe. Vain nasal holes were strangely exposed. The man barks like a mad monkey, spasmodically cramping his limbs and rolling around.

"Ohhhh! Yes, yes, ahhh!! Buzz!!

The man became a snail poking his body into the central fireworks as he wandered around. Fire burned in the man's clothes and they spread across his body. Loulou showered the man hard with the water in his handkerchief as he pounded his tongue. The man slammed his legs violently as he was stuffy.

"Don't let the bugs move on their own!!

"Aye fine!!

Loulou struck down hard on the man's lap with the firewood in his hand. A blunt sound of bone crushing rang. The man gets a slight lonely sound like Hugh and Woody as he blows white bubbles from his mouth.

"Am I?"

"Yum, yum yum yum yum yum. Jeeb, Jeeb. is unfamiliar."

"Right. That's too bad."

Loulou looked terribly sad like the girl who was taken away by the toys.

As the man spoke up roughly, Loulou silently took a cloth dipped in the water of a wooden barrel.

His breath also covered him with a cloth that sucked plenty of water in his face as he rolled the constant man toward his face. He threw the cloth cut he had in his hand into a flame when he saw the man die, put his hand on the barn door as if nothing had happened, and pushed it open.

Loulou's interrogation revealed the full extent of the enemy.

The bandit's leader is a gas pearl with the alias "Spotted Cat" and his deputy, the "All Conspiracy” revolver.

Gaspar was once a well-known knight who could be used for a historic Viscount, and Rivol had a past of being a soldier who left the Cadet School in Wangdu. He built Negijo on a mountain close to the village of Tamara and now gathers more than a hundred of his men to take care of a little lord.

"Hundreds."

The colour of apprehension is dark on the collector's face. Closer than originally assumed. Earlier, minus all twenty defeated, there will be more than eighty left.

"That's not good. We can't prevent it in this village if so many of them attack us anyway."

Artemisia twinkles as she jerks off the golden hair on her face. Together in the tent, they are swallowed up by the dark air in one piece. If you think calmly, what counts as pure combatants in the clans of the zodiacs are the nine who put in the zodiac, Pordina, Sizka, Artemisia, Victoire, Louloulou, Hannah, Karen and Rudge. Nellie can use her sword there, too, but she's not out of her field of protection. If we consider it avant-garde only, it is seven and if the enemy advances in two hands, it must be intercepted in three or four. If forty thieves hit me with a whale wave up, there's a chance that a few of them won't be able to just support me. Dream of women captured by bandits and made to serve a multitude of men.

(No kidding. Oh, no! I can't let you do that when you die!!... There's only one hand when this happens)

"Mr. Klund. Maybe you're thinking about that face again.

Hilda glanced at the collector with jito eyes and rinsed the tea from the cup at hand.

"Giggle, giggle!? Ha, no, Hilda. Boca, I've hardened myself up. I'm not going to lightly connect my brain to my behavior like I used to."

"I'm giggling and putting it in my mouth. Odd, go in there on your own and snag him! I guess you're thinking about that."

"Nah. n stupid."

"No, Klando. If you do that, I'm sad."

Meryandale shakes her face sadly and clutches to her sleeve. I felt the same, mixed gaze of fright and fear pouring down, and puffy turned to the side.

"Withdrawal, there's a way."

Nelly said quietly with her eyelashes down.

"I disagree!! What, but about a hundred or two hundred thieves, this me alone is enough!!

"Haha, then your daughter is next turn, kill her!! May you be a painful female pig knight who throws up such an ordained abandoned dialogue and a poor princess knight in captivity."

"Hey, Hannah. You're fooling around. You're making fun of me."

"Well, wouldn't that be nice? It may be your true blessing to live like a pig when they keep you."

"Sizka. Shall we get on the table for a second"

"Hey, you're a female pig knight. What?

"I'm talking about a female knight who likes to cook fried females pigs in a crisp way"

"Heh, you like that greasy thing about Victoire."

"Mr. Klando. Don't lie to the princess."

"What, are you lying? Bye, bye. What is the correct female pig knight in the main house!? Tell me something cute Hilda. Yikes!! Sa, with a big voice!! Mix up the situ, turn on the auxiliary voice."

"Heeluda. Well, I don't really bully Loulou."

"Hehe, Applico"

"... What the hell was the bishop teaching you? As the same church official, I'm ashamed."

"Al. Instead, I think Hilda would have been more irrevocable if he'd taught me."

"Also, this guy is always out of line. Crand is a real scumbag."

"Whoa! Hey, it's none of my business right now!? Well, you were more serious, weren't you?

"Seriously? Where is it serious to attack alone? Are you nuts? Are you dying? Oh, you can't die. 'Cause you're gonna lose me."

"Either denigrate it or worry about it, right!?

Your husband won't let you die.

"Por...... ugh!!

"Ah! Yes, yes! I will serve you to hell, too!

"It's a premise to go to hell!?

"In other words, in my hands, even though it is in someone's hands"

"I'm scared!!

"Hey, Loulou. After all, what are you, a female pig knight?

"Um, that's... That. Victoire, please ask."

"I mean. The female pig, the princess of the elf, is your nominee. I'm glad it's time for your filthy way of life to help you."

"Because I will kill you. I'll kill you by the end of the year."

"Haha, my lady. I was just wondering if the daytime grand assassination herald was a bad idea."

"Try buhi. Perverted female pork porn maid. Oh, are you kidding? I'm sorry, I'm not fluent in pig language."

"... kill"

"Stop! Oh, my God, I'm going to stop you!

"Um, that's not a chopped situation at all. I'd like to help you, but unfortunately, I'm not sure about my arm. Hey, Hilda. That's the last biscuit I've left. Keep the appropriations."

"Ugh, Keti Keti Kechi"

"Yes, yes, I don't cry. I don't cry. I'll give you my share."

"Oh, mine too, if you like."

"Ugh, that's Lacey and Mary. He's my best friend. And I wonder if Shoo will be happy to finally have it there. The one with raw cream. Sister craves sweetness."

"This is no good"

"Likewise, no."

"Why not! Hey, hey! Pleas creamy sweets!!

"Whoa. Al, Pordina. Pull the two apart. And Hilda, I'll do mine if it's shoe cream."

"Uh-huh!! Sasu, my husband! Love you Max!!

"Oh, my God."

Unconclusively, the night keeps getting better and better.