Dungeon+Harem+Master

There were no two letters of retreat in the conclusions drawn by the collector. If we leave the village in this halfway state, it is visible that the people left behind will be slaughtered belly-up by the bandits. Shall we abandon this? In the spirit of death, you will fight through the end, and you will raise your pneumonia. Victoire, Pordina, Hannah, and Hilda made whale waves in the roar of the treasurer. There's not so much they can do. At the very least, he worked the south side, one of the village's entrances and exits, at night and completely sealed it off. Once again, civil engineering is the man-power-only of the villagers. There was nothing I could rely on other than manpower in the first place.

"Yo! Sasu, but strong. There's no one out to the right if I let my brothers serve dirt. No, seriously, seriously. I'm impressed."

The collector lets Pordina and Victoire samurai to the left and right, while opening the fans and praising them.

No matter, I won't help. To this, even the villagers just couldn't seem to contain their inner annoyance. The task of whipping tired bodies with daytime farming to seal off parts of the road of life was physically and mentally hard.

After filling it with earthworms, if we get rid of the bandits properly, we will have to remove them again. Farmers, including the frosty old man on his head, hoarded more and more stars of anger in his mouth at the miserable man who was pacifying following the maid of beauty.

We can't complain about the man who can obey the women who needed the most extraordinary power. They were silently immersed in the work as they caught the cold air stained with remorse and bones. At first glance, the farmers, submissive as sheep, will finally explode at once. Still endure it until you can't stand it. I had memories of a ninja engraved in DNA passed down from my ancestors.

The closure line, the crystal of the villagers' anger, tears and labor, was completed before dawn. Half the farmers engaged in the work dragged their tired bodies like cotton back to their homes. Only the relatively old middle-aged remained on the lookout.

Either way, you can't go out in the wilderness on a tax escape hideout outside the village or in the mountains. The bandits are not stupid either. I've already grasped as much as my people have been wiped out.

And the farmers, smarter than I thought, knew that. If you go outside the defensive zone with a scarecrow, you could be harmed by only one life. The only thing the villagers could do was to get their hands in the tiny fields inside the fence or to keep their bodies motionless and lurking their breath as long as possible to eat up the food.

"Don't come."

"You're not coming."

When the collector slept one night before dawn, he stood in the backwoods at the eastern exit, watching the other side alongside Karen. The eyes of Karen, the people of the meadows, are extraordinary. The Masai people also boast astonishing eyesight because they lived constantly staring far away to protect their livestock from the beasts.

Both the collector and the eyesight are good for the extent to which the smallest ring of the Randall ring is visible at the time of the vision test, but its size is too close for Karen to see the opposite.

"Ah, Mr. Bird is flying away now. Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi."

"What? No, no, I have no idea."

I'm not lying.

In his spare time, he looks across the mountain and strikes at what is there, but Karen is clearly at the beginning and end of reading up to the number of first, next and third rows of wind-cut feathers flying from the edge of the mountain a few kilometres away.

This will not be a battle from Hannah at first.

"I can't believe I wouldn't even see something that close if I clanded. Poor, short-sighted."

Karen puts her hand on her cheek and tears with looseness. The collector stuck out his crease and glanced at Rudge, who leads him to the fence to read the book. Rudge raised his face from the page and fixed the position of the strings of glasses on the high nose beam.

"What? By the way, if you take your glasses off me, you won't even see the one on the tip of your nose."

"Well, I can't pepper you"

"Please don't do that really. If the lens sticks, you're in real trouble."

"But, Rudge. Your glasses look great on you. I wonder if it's called intellectual beauty. It's amazing. That intelligence is a charm no other woman has. You can be proud."

"Really? Something like this, even if I know it's flattering, when I get praised from the front by you, don't light it up."

Rudge sat in the shadow of the fence and lay down his face as he blushed. You sensibly guessed the bumpy air, swelling your cheeks like Karen had cooked.

"Mmm. Hey, hey, Klando! So what am I, a beauty? Beh, we're not sticking together. It's just that you're surprisingly shy, and I'm not gonna be honest with you if I don't, so I told you a story specifically. Thank you."

"Oh, you bloated your cheeks like a mochi. You have beautiful skin."

"Honeyskin?"

"It's as white and puffy as a toy. It's nice to touch."

When the collector put Karen's cheek on her fingertips, she stroked her big hand to soften the little girl.

"Eh heh. Clande's hand, you're so tight."

Karen smiled by the way and twirled herself ticklishly as she attached her hands to the hand of the keeper. I pinned to the left and right to hear what Karen's long ear was as she rang her throat and narrowed her eyes. Elf's hearing is no less superior than that of the Beast Man.

"- I'm here. I hear horseshoes. And human footsteps. Thirty, forty, fifty +!!

"Rudge."

The collector looks back and speaks under the fence.

"Oh!"

Rudge held it by his side as he pinched it in his book, opening the star's magic book Astro Grimoire and launching a small flamebullet into the sky. The time is just after the sun was beating Jomtien. Unlike last night, we completely sealed off the south exit, so we no longer have to think about the dispersion of the force.

The fellows jumping out of the tent quickly assemble at the eastern entrance. The fact that the entrance and exit were narrowed to one place is synonymous with the simultaneous imposition of a great deal of inconvenience on the villagers. It is naturally restricted to the movement of rivers for drawing domestic water and to the entrance area where straw and firewood are kept for boiling and warming. If the fight against bandits is prolonged, it is difficult to withstand the winter cold that is approaching.

Sizka, Pordina, Victoire, Artemisia and Karen stood together next to the possessor standing on the backwoods.

A group of bandits, which Karen sensed, could be seen approaching far beyond the mountain with soil and smoke raised.

The sky was endless blue as it penetrated, somewhat dry. The sun is strong, but I don't feel very warm. The remains of the thieves we butchered last night are intact. During the night, the wreckage was severely damaged, whether it was devoured by the monster of the corruption-eating Scavenger.

"Twenty horses, thirty infantry, something like that."

Sizka suppressed her voice and snapped. When the earthly smoke stopped in a visible location, the bandits lined up neatly and the horseback riding stopped perfectly in a row of sidelines. To protect the cavalry, a squad with a long spear pushed it apart and forward to align its tips.

"Looks like they're different from the ones last night. Be careful, Klando."

As Artemisia lowered her gaze, she slammed the cutting edge of the fence with a stone poke of the Virgin's spear (Holy Lance). A group of bandits and collectors fell glued across the street.

Even though this one seemed to be all young women except for the treasurer, the loose atmosphere did not create dust for the thieves. It is a controlled move assuming equal or greater combat power.

"Ahhh. Oops, I'm in a hurry!! If you're a thief, why don't you attack me without thinking about it!!

If you don't want to, I'll go here. "

"Ah, idiot! A delicate military balance."

It was the most inconspicuous Victoire who ran down the fence first by shaking off the stopping of the collectors.

She stepped down to the ground as she fluttered her black skirt.

The spine pin and tense posture and the remarkable and excellent appearance were as beautiful as cutting out a single width of famous painting from a distance.

"I am the Victoire de Barthelmy! Turn the tens of millions of thieves who vandalize our territory into fathers and cut them off. I forgive the resistance. You can't miss one of them!!

Victoire shook his protruding tits, pulling out his family heirloom Ten Kings sword and running out resolutely. No, it would be more appropriate such as a swine rush. A white, shining body reflected in the sunlight to illuminate the faces of the thieves in the distance.

"Was he really an idiot?"

I opened my mouth as Sizka was taken aback.

"Pordina, Hannah, Artemisia, Loulou!! Don't let Vee die. Uh, cover me anyway."

"Yes, sir."

"Leave this place to me!!

"Mr. Klund, stand down."

"Oh, if you're a lady, you're a brain muscle."

"Totally care-grabbing"

As Pordina, Sizka and Artemisia jumped up the fence, Hannah and Loulou instantly danced over the backwoods. It was almost at the same time that we made our gains together and Victoire, who protruded, slashed and lay down the bandits coming across the street.

"My lady. What would make you do that?"

Hannah paid for the dust on her forehead with both hands when she snapped. There was nothing for the collector to worry about, and Victoire's sword moves were crossed.

Victoire waved his long sword horizontally, screaming in a tall voice. The silver wire stretched streamlined, cutting off both elbows of the man who swung up his sword in the front. The man sits on the spot with Petan with a strange groan. With each clenched sword was slashed. His arms rolled and made the earth suck blood.

Victoire glanced over the man's throat as he stuck his cut out. When I pull through quickly, I twirl and rotate between the two men approaching left and right. The blade, shaken to dance, cleaved two flanks and a chest plate and scattered blood splashes. I flew away and took away the remnants. The tip of the Ten Kings sword rests on the enemy shadow at the front with a fine tremor. The bandits were distracted and sharpened by the maids without some gaps.

"Yeah, what the fuck! Wrap it up!!

A man of riding age barked as if he were awake. Four men strike at Victoire like they were bounced.

As Victoire restated his sword to his foresight, a sickly shadow ran through his side.

The distinctive song knife sparkled blue and white twice.

Sizka, who jumped up like a strange bird, quickly slashed the men's faces from the bottom up.

Two bodies heavily sink with brain weather severed from the tip of the jaw.

Sizka slashed a stiff man from his shoulder into a hanging as he spun in the air. The man removed the hand axe he had in his hand when he shouted out his arms.

Roll under one of the remaining crotches. The man swung the spear in his hand up against the backs of his defenseless Sizka.

Sizka shot the puffiness needle in her mouth hard as she pointed at the crease.

A fine myriad of needles pierced both eyes of the man and took his sight.

The man raised his distressed voice and instantly stiffened.

Sizka's left hand grabbed Kera's neck of the spear that was struck down and drew him.

The man fluttered slightly after breaking the center of gravity of his body.

I could see Sizka lowering herself and poking the song knife up.

The blade cut off the man's throat as he moved smoothly to expose the red and black cutting surface.

"Something extra."

"I thought so too"

He was about to start a fight with his current enemies.

The collector jumps off the backwoods in a slight hurry. On the way down, he captured the appearance of one unusually sturdy man on a far-sighted horse. A big man with burning red hair and muscles. That would be the gas pearl of the "Spotted Cat”, the bandit's master. Outreach Reach for your lower back sword when you're about to catch a cat quickly. Shortly before the collector pulled out his sword, Gaspar left the spot gently when he returned his horse's head. Without complaining, the bandits slowly retreated as they alerted the Victoires behind them.

"You ran away?

If so, it's a clap.

There are only seven of us defeated, and there are more than forty opponents. Enemy weapons were not only swords and spears, but half of the infantry carried bows. It would have been a nasty development if I could have shot them. You won't get shot early and be a halibut, but you can't possibly win unilaterally like you did last night. The treasurer, who was even ready for life-threatening maneuvers, instantaneously turned his thoughts around.

Proceed or retreat.

There is no easier way to defeat an enemy who has escaped.

In ancient times and now, the most intense battle between East and West, between all battles, is when one begins to flee with his tail rounded, rather than in a state of face-to-face meshing with each other.

"What are we going to do, Klando? You're going after him?

"No, let's leave once. If it's a protracted war, it's the other side that's bad."

Artemisia nodded honestly, placing Victoire in custody, who was gaggling noise while being held back by Pordina. When the thieves disappeared from sight, the waiting group, who were watching what was happening across the fence, gave a frightening peek in the face.

"Krander. Are you done yet? Or do it, nobody's here anymore. Shh. This is a big victory!!

Hilda was singing Kai in a bright voice as she stepped out and looked around.

"It's just a skirmish"

It is such a lamentable doomsday. It's not easy for thieves to miss their feeding grounds.

Especially in Gaspar, the enemy general, the colour of fright was not dusty.

There are countless cold wrecks rolling beneath the cloudless blue sky. The granite shredded characteristic white dust hit his cheeks fine on the wind blowing across. The collector could not forget the unusual air emanating from the back of the gas pearl, which creepingly left silent, and he continued to stare at the desolate shade, no longer shadowy, as if he had been enchanted by one.

Gaspar's eyes, who had returned to the main management of the mountain villages, had a different glow. It was leaning in the shadow of a coma, never feeling the sun.

The revolver, with two names of "one hundred conspiracies”, had been ordered by Gaspar, the general general, to defend the fort, but he had felt that the man in front of him was definitely transformed before his departure and now. I'm asking the man with the child I let go, but there's no way Gaspar would come back with a congratulatory tail wrapped around him just because ten of his men or them were killed there.

Instead, even if all my men are wiped out, I collect what I want on my own. Violent and indiscriminate. If I decide to do this, I'll make it through even if I die. He was the owner of an indomitable fighting spirit. How about that? Now, I am deeply trapped in my shell in the way I come up with something. Something's missing. I think the revol. He is a man with a lot of lacking parts as a human being, but an attraction that cannot be easily explained. The revol wanted to know why the gas pearl was transformed.

"Looks like a lot of bad luck to me."

When the revolver took the liquor bottle on the table, he soaked the liquor into the hand of the man holding the empty cup. Gas Pearl cleared his contents at once as he drinks alcohol with his faint, radiant eyes.

"I thought women were still the best for temper. Spit out the accumulated starch and you'll feel better. That's why I'm taking my seat off. Hey, somebody..."

"No, you don't have to call me. Revolt, I found it. I finally found it. Take that woman."

Gaspar spoke in a possessed tone as he moaned his thick arm. The revolver turns to lure water.

"I have heard more or less of the revelations of Kudosa. Did you even find an old lover among the adventurers hired by the village of Tamara?"

"It's not like that."

Gaspar grinned dry as he pulled his cheeks to mock himself.

"I am, now I am, but I used to serve a nobleman of fame in the King's capital. I was born into a poor junior military house, but since I was a kid, my sword arm has been slapped so badly that as it got longer, there was no one in the capital's swordsmanship dojo to make it happen to me. In fact, the nobleman I was serving gave me a high salary, and any woman I invited from the lady to the lady stayed with me overnight. Yeah, spring in this world is the one. I was singing spring. But the farce screwed up my life."

"What is a farce?

"It started with a martial arts tournament in Wang Du. I made a fool out of my head thinking it was more of a nobleman's game. In fact, the guys who were at the top of that tournament were all cluttered fish like they'd never even taken one from me, and I was sure Locke wouldn't enjoy them when they got to the finals. But the nobleman who kept me, he really wanted his dog to win the tournament once and foil the door. Now, that would have been lucky. I took it lightly. And when I opened the lid, it was just a bunch of cluttered fish until the finals."

When Gaspar rose out of the chair, he took the liquor bottle out of the sideboard and began drinking directly with his mouth on it when he split his drinking mouth with a knife. Emptying halfway through the bottle, he sighed loudly.

"The game is in action using a simulated knife. Nevertheless, it has considerable weight and sturdiness, even though it is a wooden sword. It is not uncommon to be imperfect if the hit is bad. Yeah, but who would think that? If I think about it, it was Ubb three years ago. I had no idea those guys would get into such cowardly hands!!

"A cowardly hand?

"Fine work! I was putting cuts in the wooden sword I was gonna use in the finals. Definitely. Otherwise, there's no way I'd be unconscious to such a little girl. Impossible. It was an impossible nightmare. I don't know if this Gas Pearl farce about losing with a sword to just fifteen little daughters is going to happen in reality. The blow I fired must have definitely been playing that girl's wooden sword! If only there wasn't such a cowardly craftsmanship! If the wooden sword doesn't break, it can't be unconscious!! I could still live in the capital! What a filthy clan! I'm going to think I can even buy authority for gold!! The Dirty Barthelmy Clan!! And you chased me to ruin, Victoire de Barthelmy!! No way, when I see you in a place like this. Huh. It's called Heaven's Destiny."

"Wait. Isn't that someone named Victoire, Uncle Andrew's daughter? Isn't that strange? I had no idea that such a grand aristocratic daughter would bother to defeat such a cold village thief. No way, the report against me was false, because one of the Lord's armies was his opponent, so he pulled it up."

"No, the lord hasn't noticed us, and I wasn't afraid of Victoire. I interrupted the village attack because I saw, among the adventurers, the Artemisia du Berkool."

"Artemisia!? That dragon killer Virgin!! That's stupid."

When Riboll was stunned, he waved hard in front of his face and denied it.

The collectors didn't seem to understand, but public expectations of Artemisia, who allegedly committed dragon killings, were spreading with tails on them. The statue was even bigger by not joining a particular giant clan or taking any action against the performance. In a world where Locke doesn't have the mass media that is the need to communicate information, everything spreads with testimonials. Happy or unhappy, Gaspar had the fact that a few months before she carried out the dragon kill, she was watching as she was accompanying the Clan “Golden Wolf” bandit crusade quest. Of course, as the side to be chased.

"It's a revol. I don't lie much. Because it doesn't make sense. Sure, that big woman is Artemisia. If he's the opponent, I'm a little uncomfortable with the current number of soldiers. Whatever, dragon killer. Besides, according to what I hear, the barbarians took over one of the four Gentlemen of the Ethereum, the hip of that brave warrior Battleseeker."

"No matter how strong you are. Isn't he a woman?

"Hey, revol. Neither me nor you are now an honorable knight or a soldier. He's a wild dog who's drifted into such a remote place. Wild dogs have no honor or shit. I want to do whatever it takes. The roots that took everything from me. If you could capture that Victoire and subordinate me to my soul, I'd have no more memories. Square, honor, one-strike, etc. are no longer relics of the past. From now on, it will be a time when the weight will be placed on how to equip ourselves with troops and weapons and to dominate our enemies in overwhelming numbers. I mean, money. Strength is about money. And that's in my hand right now. I can get past the past by holding that petty woman in front of me, mausolering a hole called a hole, and denying all humanity. That's why I bet everything. For that reason, I think you can use up all the treasures I've been saving for the last three years!!

Lord Gaspar.

"Hey, it's a revol. Make me a man!! Let me take my revenge!!

The revol was fiercely touched. A man like that arrogant chunk is exposing himself to himself without hiding one thing. I'm not a man if you want to be here. The revol nodded forcefully as he squeezed both hands of the gas pearl together disappointingly. We gaze at each other.

It was just a bunch of hot friendships that we didn't know had to be guys.

"Let's do it. With all the treasures we have here, two hundred or three hundred rough pieces can be collected immediately. Defeat an arrogant aristocratic daughter named Victoire who took away your pride with all your might!!

The rolled liquor bottle stopped rolling down to the corner of the room as he dried the remaining liquor onto the carpet.

When the men laughed like crazy, they ordered their men to call a woman and start a banquet.

"Heh, heh, heh!!

"What is a cold? Don't lie to me, don't come near me."

Situated next to Victoire's right, Sizka lowers one eyebrow and looks disgusted.

Already the sun set, surrounding the fires and taking evenings, the collectors leaned their gaze toward Victoire, who had a great sneeze. Meryandale, who was sitting next to him, slowly releases his body silently. Hilda across the street sparkled her eyes in anticipation of the one upcoming commotion as she glanced at the spoon.

"Shut up! This is it. Someone's rumouring about me, huh?"

"My lady. I don't have any cheap friends to rumor about your daughter. Yes."

When Hannah covered her face with a handkerchief, she let her cry imitate it. Sizka, sitting across the street from the fireworks, made her laugh with her nose as she looked happily at Victoire. You were poked at the star, Victoire's face dyed very red.

"What, you. Actually, you were the poor one."

"Bye, moron!! Wow, I am, I have so many friends!! Oh, uh, to Edward, to Morse, to Brunhild...!!

"My lady. Aren't they all from the Kingsguard Knights? My colleagues are not friends."

"Ugh, shut up!! Hey, there's more. Er, there were also, uh, Marceline in Jeanne and Zislene in Evelyne!!

"... I want to! What is it, there is. Obviously, aren't you the ones with thin edges that I remember right now? Ladies, when they retired from the Kingsguard Knights and married them, did you forget what you said?

"Ugh!?

"How dare you? I'm a little interested, too."

"Tell me."

Following Rudge, Artemisia rarely showed interest. The wolfed Victoire shook his hands and called.

"Ahhh! Nah!! Stop it!!

"Pukku. Oh, my God, my lady, I have sworn an eternal friendship and there is no stopping betrayal such as marrying such weak men! Something like that, I unilaterally declared insulation. Isn't that the logic of a little girl you tend to dream about? Mm, something's funny. Since then, I have met my ex-best friends at a party or on the road. The end is ignored. The woman had to live independently and every time she met her, she chanted like a spell. You didn't really like the fact that your buddy just got married. Ugh, poor thing. Why did you grow up with such a communal handicap? This is also all about the educator's... the educator's. Hannah's a samurai, so it doesn't matter."

"Loud, loud, loud"

"Oh, my God."

Artemisia turned away looking like a bum when she heard something bad. He is shrinking his length as he writes a letter to the ground with his index finger. It's loving like a soggy Labrador dog.

"Yeah, well, is that right? Uh, uh. Sorry, Lacey. I, I can't follow. Path."

"Eh, hey. Don't turn this way. Yikes. Uh, oh, look. Victoire, I'm your friend. So don't look like that, okay? Hey, Mary?

"What!? Uh, oh, I don't know. Let's do our best! One of these days, you can have friendly friends!!

"You plainly refused to be my friend. Mary also chose an outing and people...... excuse me. We're like sisters connected in marriage, so to speak. You can't like it or not. Meh."

Nellie, let me scold you against Meryandale. Or at the point where she likes or dislikes it, she also darkly denied the existence of Victoire.

"Yep! Chi, chi. It's not."

"Uh, Mary, I shouldn't - It's not a good idea to get off the hook. Go to Mr. Klund!

"I can hear you."

"Chi, it's not. I'm not one of them."

"Well, you've never really gotten involved with us."

Hilda cut and threw it away.

"Haha. Come on! No, you can't. It's Hannah's prerogative to make your daughter look like an idiot. You must first obtain Hannah's permission when you threaten your daughter."

"It's a permit system. I mean, I don't care about you guys. Look, all three apologize to Victoire!! I won't forgive a weak child."

"Hih? Lacey got mad"

"Ugh, it's not. I'm not bullying you."

"Why is it even pissed off at me? This is also entirely Klund's fault, isn't it? Forgive me."

"Hey!? Oh, shit. Nellie's messing around? Doesn't matter, does it? Again, I didn't mention anything, did I?

"Also, evade such responsibility. The market is set by the public when husbands wear all the blame on their wives. Understand."

"That's just it, I feel sorry for Klund...... ah. Here."

"I didn't know you were going to jump on Artemisia's chest because you were confused. Women's milk does not belong to you. It belongs to the baby. Or you can play toddler."

"Nelly. Don't subtly expose me to unusual sexuality. My head will collapse."

"I don't give a shit. It doesn't matter. Ningen, I really don't care."

"The princess should get along a little better with you."

"Oh, no."

Sizka's eyes slowly turned from mockery to deep pity, staring in silence.

Sizka approached Victoire softly looking at the empty dishes with her vain eyes and threw a gentle knob with her hands on her quiet back.

"... that, what. Sorry about that. I didn't think you were such a sarcastic person, but you did something terrible. Forgive me."

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

"If you like, shall I? Me. Your first friend."

Sizka words. I had feelings that could get into my mind.

Victoire, who was nagging, looks up hah.

There was a woman's face holding her mouth down as she watched it blow out.

"I refuse!! You sexually evil bitch!!

"Ooh, ooh. Lonely knights without friends are quick."

"Ah. I don't care about you guys. Eat your meat quickly. I'm in trouble with Por because I'm not cleaning up."

"Your husband, I don't care."

Pordina serves dongs of boned meat with plenty of meat on the possessor's plate. The healthy collector rattles his teeth and when he bites off the meat, throws the bones behind the pom pom. As he sticks out his snugly greasy fingertips, Pordina takes out a handkerchief and carefully wipes it off one at a time. Seeing that she couldn't take much off, she frowned and now licked the fat off with a single fingertip, the motion of her snug tongue lit by a red flame, somewhat slutty. Every time I lifted my hair, the nose peeked white and bothered me. When I accidentally swallowed the raw spit, Pordina looked up to invite me with her seductive eyes to see if I could hear it.

"Oh, I'm fucked! Keep a gap!!

"Bullshit, Hilda! Silly, shut up!!

"Are you nuts? Kiiyi."

"You know, this is just getting your greasy fingertips clean."

Throw the winged bone back into the grass again so the collector can deceive you.

Along with the light noise, a definite person's voice was heard leaking.

At the same time, he caught Loulou with a short knife leaping at the edge of his sight, stifling his body.