Dungeon+Harem+Master

If the waiter comes, no. Lacey continued to await the return of the collector in a tent of camp stretched out in the village of Tamara, scorching his chest with jirri.

In the tent, everyone was already accustomed to the cold in the open air, breathing out white and resting healthy.

Slightly open through your fingers in the inlet clearance. The chills that pierced me made me shrink. Last night's last watch was Victoire and Pordina. Lacey moved on and offered to take turns because she couldn't stand the argument with her original partner, Sizka.

(Sizka is rather silent, but she's not such a bad girl to hate. What doesn't Victoire like?

Lacey was two different things from Sizka, and with her common taste in knitting, she was relatively concerned. She was born of one of the leading aristocrats of Romeless origins, but with clever hands and familiar chores. Whenever I found time to talk, I was simply happy that she would open her heart a little bit. Lacey thought of Sizka like a sister and treated her.

(Hilda is something different. That kid, the basics, he's too teary)

Thoughts are conveyed without words. Sizka still has a hard expression, but against Lacey, she started to smile slightly from time to time. That girlfriend and myself alike, but my mind has been constantly cloudy for the last four days.

The reason is the disappearance of the collector.

He is a wandering man. Sometimes it was early morning when he was gone, and everyone thought he would return before breakfast, but there was no sign of him returning even when the yang ascended to Jomtien. In particular, Pordina, who was the last to speak, blamed herself severely and did not go looking outside the village by herself. Here again, the women's opinions were divided. It is a group that insists on staying in the village and inking this place, and that even if we abandon this village, we will devote all our efforts to searching for the collectors.

Not that the affection of the women who could not make an immediate decision to abandon the village is otherwise faint. Because early abandonment of the quest would also hinder future activities, and more importantly because the collector hated the way such weak things were sacrificed. As a compromise, the exploration of the surrounding area was carried out with considerable care, but in the meantime, it had also become a battle with the sights of bandits who had come to scout the village, and the exploration ended temporarily after sundown.

Besides, among them, the ever-winning and undefeated image of a man named Zao was too strong. Worried, but somewhere, there is no way that it can be so easily done by bandit style.

However, the facts awaited a development that betrayed the expectations of the daughters of the treasurers. In addition to their diligent search for the collectors, Hans, the farmer who started the case, had returned to the village under orders, and several people, including the village watch, had conspired to confuse the fact.

Regardless, they feared that Hans would find out that Hans had abandoned his keeper and fled, a woman of great skill like a monster. But Hans' conscience, in the end, couldn't keep the facts in his chest. There lived cowardice and honesty in his heart for everyone, and the balance leaned toward the blame of conscience.

The next day, Lacey's whole body of blood froze with anger when Hans began to tell him in a gruesome way that only he had escaped with the help of a collector. It's too late to disclose information. Hans said that the treasurer was taken prisoner by the mischievous. They don't have to think about it, they don't have any other bandits besides the ones they're currently flirting with. When I learned of this fact, my fiery rage at what I was hiding quickly cooled and my consciousness was about to fly with the sense of loss that struck me.

Together, he lost reason in a momentum that could jeopardize Hans, but unexpectedly the calmest was the swine rushing Victoire. Anyway, to see how things were going, she made a supremely natural point, but it was the Sizka, Pordina, Artemisia and Meriandale who bit at this. Among other things, as Pordina wandered, it was not Sizka's ratio. It is almost half frenzied. There's no reason or anything. Those who interrupt seemed to change the blood phase that they had just slashed and dumped, and every day it was a sword screen that even Victoire and his unfriendly Sizka ran to defend. Within that day, a single letter was received to Rudge in the village of Tamara.

"Mail."

Kett-See of the Romeless Kingdom Official Delivery Union, a cat beast with a green cloak weave, has carried what appears to be correspondence from the collectors in a needy tone.

"I can't read..."

Languages never even seen in Rudge, known for erudition, were found to be roughly close to dark elf letters in Nelly's experience, but the typeface itself was too old to be fattened with semi-productive knowledge. Karen, a step elf, managed to decipher it, half a day. The vocabulary read was about "safe," "three days later," and "return."

Naturally, my opinion broke.

But with the last majority vote, it was enough to give a letter to the official mail that a final decision was made that something serious had not happened to the collector.

Lacey herself, although she could not muddle up all her anxieties with one ambiguous letter, decided to think that if she were detained by bandits, she would not be able to act freely so far. Even if Hans' words are true, there is also a possibility that the collector could have escaped the scene lightly.

However, as far as the daughter named Pordina was concerned, it was no longer a situation in which such a reasonable decision could be made entirely. Even the radical Sizka suppressed a single slaughter in the mountain villages, but it didn't seem to be an issue in itself for Pordina to debate.

Now, the problem is that there is no master here, the collector.

Even as Lacey blurted over those last few days, the world gradually became water-colored. The air was so cold that the sense of fingertips was gone that the sky looking up was clear.

"Even today, it's sunny..."

Pordina, who has been awake all night, is beginning her breakfast schedule while congesting her eyes bright red. The women who wake up three or five times help them with it. With all this head count, the dish will be finished in no time. And after the morning greetings, and each prayer had been made, they gathered breakfast round about the fireworks. The prepared dishes are so hot and delicious that they seem to burn their tongues, but somehow they all became silent.

(If Klund was here, I'm sure it would be a fuss. Hot, good! That's always an exaggerated compliment)

If you don't have someone to cook for you too, the maker's feelings will never be satisfied. Neighbor Hilda also senses the ambient air sensitively, or he keeps a spoon on his "umm". Lowering the dishes and distributing the tea after the meal was a discussion that naturally determined the future policy.

"In the meantime, three days have passed today. Probably because of some circumstance, Klund can no longer return to us. Because I think it's reasonable to assume he's being held captive by the thieves."

Rudge cut off the talk with the cup in his arms.

"If you're so conclusive, you'll no longer have a moment of respite. We need to drop the cottage at once and help your husband......!!

Pordina never got her eyeballs, and became Jen royal on the spot. The cup ears in his hand made a sound and broke, and the body rolled to the ground with each contents. The red splash diffuses, hitting the bonfire and making a sinister noise.

"That's right. I agree with Pordina too! Let's all work together to help KLAND!

When Meryandale votes with a rough nose, Artemisia is just naturally, with both arms together, nodding with Hung Hung. Karen watching it moves her shapely chin as she combs her silver hair with her fingers. Loulou, standing behind him, told him in a quiet tone.

"Originally, I agree with the proposal, but over the last three days, the bandits seem to have hired quite a bit of reinforcement into the fort. That number, roughly, is about 300."

"Eh!

"That's right."

Together they raised their high voices one after the other. If it's true, the total number of thieves is no longer close to four hundred. The conquest of thieves close to a battalion was an extra matter in the hands of adventurers.

"Definitely. I've been letting Loulou keep an eye on you."

Karen's beauty distorted into hatred.

"Is that true? Because it's no longer very realistic what we're going to do with our hands."

To Rudge's sad tone, no one stood out and withheld dissent. Silence descends with you in the morning burn. A delightful twist of birds echoes across the edges of the trees. Scattered, applied for military dispatch, a village on the border that continued to be ignored. Now, even if we rely on Victoire's robust tutte, the daughter of the lord, we don't even know if we'll make it by the end of the month, given the security of more than ten days, originally and everywhere, until the military journey takes place.

If we abandon the village here and flee, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of nasty sight the people of the land will be exposed to in the stomach where the collectors badly served the bandits. Sometimes there are villagers who have lost their asylum or are weak.

I can't pull, I can't wait. Then there is only one way.

"But you won't be able to leave me alone. My husband."

Rudge let his eyes shine cold behind his glasses.

Yes, the path that Lacey and the others would take was decided from the beginning.

Throw and fight all your spirits to help the Zodiac.

From the beginning, it was not an option, such as abandoning your beloved family to survive.

Immediately, I worked on the showdown, and the battle braids. The most important thing in combat is information, not the number of soldiers, the quality of weapons, or individual proficiency.

Sun Zi said, if you know him and you know yourself, you won't have a hundred fights.

For the first time, all measures can be devised by carefully matching the information of one's own army with the objective information of one's enemies.

This was decided by Louloulou, a scout, to enter the castle tonight, distracted by a group of hookers regularly invited by the thieves. Crusade nearly four hundred enemy soldiers in the hands of only twelve weak maidens. From the outset, it was clear that it was a reckless operation. Loulou takes it home, intrigues the information and sets up the operation. By the time of the showdown, it's still going to take some time. With a blue-white face, Lacey glanced cold at the mountain shadow with the enemy, which began to shine in the sun.

In an inn halfway through the bandits' fortress, the gas pearl of the “Spotted Cat" Hangyu "had severely molested his wife. Pretty rough breath cracks darkness like a beast and sounds intermittently. Occasionally, I heard a young woman pushing to death, leaking.

Gaspar was blaming a woman named Juli for grabbing her from the village of Tamara. Not by day, not by night, I took him into my bedroom if I had time, and held him thoroughly until Juli lost her mind.

Waved and wrinkled sheets tell the story of a man's desolation.

The time is already past dusk. From the gap in the closed armored door, the reddish yang is plugged in. I guess I was doing my housework by the deadline from daytime on, on the pillow, the lamp that had already left less oil was pale, illuminating a piece of meat that had become one.

"Ugh. Pretty good. Good for you, Juli."

"Ahhh. Thank you, thank you, Masoo"

Gaspar narrowed his eyes inadvertently as he looked down at his beautiful wife as he became Jen-royal. When I looked at the doorway, I found a revolver of staff who stood as secluded as a shadow. Gus Pearl laughed like he was lit, letting Juli finish off.

"Oh, my God, it's a revol. If you look at me like that, it's not gonna be easy."

"Enjoying, sorry to interrupt. but it's time for the banquet seat. Today, I was wondering how much it would be to hold off tomorrow and tie the ranks, but my duty as a general of one army."

"Ooh. What I did, I stuck with Juli. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Let go of me."

When Gaspar pulled Juli apart, he made her help herself and, with the revol, headed for the great hall where the mercenaries he had gathered were waiting. The cottage the gas pearls make Negijo is a retrofit of an ancient one that was once used by Andrew's landowners.

Originally, gas pearls spent large sums of money to reinforce what the land's earthlings used for emergency use as a packing fortress, and were also clearly disguised as a threat by their lords. The camouflage, which I don't know from a glance alone, was incredibly brilliant and gave me a glimpse of the high level of castle building skill of the revol, which I didn't expect to have completed in a short month.

Of the more than four hundred gas pearl gestures, those who could not enter the inn had feasts scattered throughout the open-air square. If you look over your face, you're just a bunch of predators who have both a single habit and a lid habit, but for that matter, the ferocity was origami. Leaving some lookouts, they drink rarely to be exposed to unparalleled alcohol, and the food is packed into their bellies as long as it enters. It was not always acceptable, but in the fort, a group of whores who had invited them in were now making money, whispering everywhere. The mercenaries gathered by Gaspar had many appearances of subhumans, and the whores who dealt with them suddenly had all sorts of miscellaneous races in their midst.

Much disturbed. It was looser than I expected.

Loulou skilfully disguised himself with a black wig and a dark shawl of colour, poking at the lookout's vaguely gaping gap in a distraction, gathering information on the fort. If the booze proceeds, even the men, who are far from being polite, turn to the beasts of the wild. When the men were challenged by the whore beside them, they drank the liquor by mouth without even caring about their eyes around them, and they went straight to mating. Many groups of men and women, lined up to reveal their carnal desires, went through the hilarious, rather refreshing.

"Hey, wait"

"Huh."

It was a comma among them that Louloulou, who skillfully admired the men's desires, was stopped by one elf.

(Shh...! This guy, maybe, he's not a lute. Say!? Shit!)

With Loulou's arm grabbed, the glimpsely feeling man peeking into the shawl was once a step elf named Lute, a childhood friend who played well in the same Pao.

Lute was pinned in his ear by the fact that he belonged under the banner of Battleseeker in the big match the other day and disappeared after the defeat. It was pinched, but nothing tells me Loulou was a good friend to Lute, and somehow her feelings are best served by ending up around her to serve the venerable treasurer, and she wouldn't have remembered such facts if they hadn't been face-to-face right now. Lute, who fought as a traitor, could not return to the territory of the restored Kang, and had nothing but a sword and a bow. For him to live, there would have been no other way but a mercenary.

Lute gave a hint and eagle nose and a thought face as he moved his elf-specific long ear into small pieces. It's funny how wrinkles that stop by your nose remind you of grumpy hounds.

(If I didn't have this, I'd be a pretty good guy.)

The habit of doing it unconsciously is irreparable no matter how old it is.

When Loulou was somehow reminiscing of his childhood as a smudge, Lute had familiarly turned his arm around his shoulder. He is rubbing around the clavicle with his well-stretched fingertips. Loulou got pretty upset, but tried to stay calm.

"Hey, you. Have you ever met me somewhere? Hmm."

"Hey, hey, I was wondering if you could come, sir"

"Whoa? Hey, hey, wait."

It was certain that if Lute made a foolish noise here poorly, the evil would stand out. Even though most hookers find each other and move to production and petting. It is not good to keep standing in isolation at all costs, given the intelligence efforts that have taken place since then.

"Whoa. Come on, you're a strong sister. Even so, I don't feel bad about being invited by such a beauty. Hey, don't worry, I've got enough money to buy you."

Loulou sighed as he was forced to pull Lute behind the wall. The misguided lute came to me either to help me get drunk or to force me to hold him.

"Hiya."

"Cancer!?

As Loulou gently moved, Lute stuck him through the head of his nose into the wall and hit him in the face once in a while. The puffy bright red blood bounces off the nasal cavity and wets the floorboard with momentum. Risen lute. My eyes were running blood with anger.

"Come on, sister. Whatever it is, it's too much of a joke. Oh, I can't keep my mouth shut tonight until I lose my hips."

"Oh, don't you like the fierceness?"

"... it's the submissive woman who likes me. Come on, be quiet and put your hands on that wall there and point your ass at it. If you don't shut up, you won't like it, but you'll be framed for fear of the strength of a man's arm."

"Hey, you. That line, I don't think you told Lady three years ago in the same situation."

"Huh!? Wait a minute. Hey, you want me to be a one-pattern bastard! Speaking of which, I do remember saying the same line to someone three years ago.... hmm? Why? I can't remember! Oh, that. Why is my knee trembling?"

"That's right, Lute. I wonder if it's because at the same time you mouthed that line, the other pretty maiden was so angry that she smashed your ribs, broke your right arm, and matched your half-dead eyes."

"Hey, I don't care what your name is. Give me my name!?

"Hiccup."

"Hooray eh!?

Loulou turned around and stripped the shawl off his face.

Lute smothered his eyeballs black and white.

In the blink of an eye, Lute's complexion turned bright white like brand new copy paper to see if past trauma severely irritated his back of the brain.

"Hey, hey, why, Lou! You're here. Ha!? What do you mean, you followed me, beat yourself up to a whore, and followed me!!

"There's no such thing as fine dust. As always, I just fantasize about things that are convenient for me."

"Well, have trouble with your life.... Nyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, No way, a man fooled me and beat me to death by a whore or something!! Kussau! And what the hell! The important thing about Loulou, which I was after, was that he was no longer ravaged. Damn you!!

"Lute, I don't care..."

"Bye. That! Even though you are a virgin, are you saying that only the hole behind you has been thoroughly developed and tutored, only the last part of the maiden remains clean, and you have become the world's rarest virgin female pork pleasure shame slave!!

"Calm down for a moment."

"How can this calm down? It's coming. But wait, okay? I also met you here as a guide from God to taste plenty of Loulou, who has become a female pork shame hole slave. All right, Loulou. Put your hands on the wall there and point that prick over here! For today only, I am your husband!!

"Why are you going back there..."

Loulou was thorough until Lute cried and begged for forgiveness. Specifically, he thoroughly kicked his belly away from prominent faces. A few minutes later, there was a pitiful man there begging for forgiveness while worshipping Loulou.

"Yu, yu hiccup hiccup"

"Nice."

Loulou, forgiving Lute with a smile like a Mother of Mercy, now took the word skillfully to embrace him. Regardless, it is an operation to encourage a turnaround in preparation for tomorrow's showdown.

From what Loulou saw, nearly eighty of the ones Gaspar had gathered were former BattleSeeker generals and step-elves of his own kind. Tonight's feast also meant deepening rapprochement with each other in preparation for tomorrow's showdown, but discrimination was as it were.

Now, while human mercenaries are in roofed and shielded quarters, other subpopulations, including elves, were designated open-air with tacit understandings. There is also a clear difference between the brands of alcohol and the quality of dishes. Gaspar made a clear racial difference in the military. Such an attitude is conveyed to those with a heart, for how much reward it plays.

The discomfort disturbed the sum of one army, and its small discord was what eventually became a giant wooden spirit and rocked the castle. When Loulou flickered Lute that he could return to Cliad Kang, he jumped without a single one or two.

After all, the people of the meadows can only live in the meadows.

Lute's tired appearance was imbued with the sadness of the fox wolf who had begun the herd.

"If it's your princess's ink, it's for sure. Loulou, to respond to your love, let one pull off many of your people!!

"Good luck. But there's no love or anything."

"Oh, absolutely?

"There, depending on your hard work, maybe"

"Alright, alright, alright!!

"So don't shout, idiot!

Loulou encouraged Lute's arousal by leaving one shard of hope behind.

In the end, it is better to fall in love. And the man who rose up was a universal truth that never changed when his nose was pulled around and made to work by Takta.

As the world grew stronger, the feast became cramped, and there was nothing left for anyone to care where they went. As Loulou carefully examined the fort, which had become completely defenseless, he gently exited the fort and hurried towards the village of Tamara.

(The lute one, it's faster than I thought)

Just before Loulou left the fort, the number of step elves concentrating on Lute's counter-attack operation was over forty. For this minute, at least sixty to seventy will be hard before tomorrow's fort attack. Altogether, the fort bottle was equipped with a special medicine to promote hangovers. If you keep drinking until dawn tomorrow, the effect will last for more than a day. In order to cover the disadvantages of numbers, everything possible must be done.

"You're going to have fun dreaming at best. The battle has already begun."

Loulou rushes down a mountain path that barely even shoots the moonlight at incredible speeds. At this pace, you'll be able to return at your leisure before the date changes. Even considering the process of chewing on the information gathered and moving it out of the village, it's too much for the total attack early tomorrow morning. While running, think of the Lord. Exactly. Gas Pearl was cautious and couldn't dive into the back of the inn. According to the information I heard, the captured women and rebellious men were beating and selling to slave traders on a set day collecting them in one place.

"Dear Clando, I will definitely help you."

Apparently, some of the men captured were particularly rebellious.

To deduce from the appearance he had heard, there was no doubt that the man was definitely his Lord.

Loulou stopped his legs at a protrusion where the ridge fort could be seen, and when he looked back only once, he took the shawl on his face and glanced at the black clouds driving through the sky. The cold night breeze blew sharply, tearing the frigid side hard.