Dungeon+Harem+Master

This isn't the first time I've been in jail. The collector was pulling out his nose hair while flipping around in a cell about quadruple-sized, thinking he was just too caught. Alexander followed the scene by saying that he would throw in the treasurer and have fun later.

"I don't think it's a Loc thing."

Nonetheless, what comes to mind is Dorothea. There was no doubt that this pattern was the one that was being asked to take the children hostage.

(Otherwise, there's no way I'm gonna let that horse get used to that tripod)

Dorothea was living to protect the orphans of the half elves. When it came to it, it was Alexander's vivid glossy tale that was even more authentic about Russia.

"She was as beautiful as ever. Ha."

The collector grabbed his fist as he poked his sigh and butched it against the wall. The lacquered walls peeled off with the roar, and the dust from the ceiling fell on his face. Out of my head, the scene springs up where Alexander lays the abundant flesh of Dorothea and it doesn't disappear.

Even with that, this is the power of my imagination. The collector was distressed, unable to contain his imagination from spreading endlessly.

"Ahhh! Irritating Ugh!! Just kidding. Whoa!!

If I were to hold a Moya Moya like this, I would eat my teeth and bark that I should do one shot with Dorothea without being cool then and then travel.

"KANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

As the collector gobbled through the narrow cell, when he hit the wall, he flipped again and hit his body alternately, left and right.

Alexander's despicable face came to Dorothea's munchy breasts, dreaming of pink buds creeping up with salivated tongues, and erected violently.

(Huh? What, this emotion? Could it be me? Did you wake up to a new sexuality or something? Open to the unknown. What the hell? I'm stuck in Taichiro Hirokawa style. Whoa. I don't know why.)

"Mr. Klund, Mr. Klund"

"Ah? Who is it, I feel sexually ill right now!!

"Shah."

When the collector jumped up like a douchebag with a tosaka up, there was a girl there, with a basin with a dish on it with a butt cake.

On the other side of the lattice, the early teenage girl, who certainly looked familiar, had a much more adult face than she remembered, smiling weakly. Blonde hair up to her waist is covered with hair and light wavy. Tung and his upwardly pointed nose were trembling with tingling.

"Lynette"

"Mr. Klund, it's Mr. Klund......!!

Lynette, who had not seen him again in months, grabbed him as he put the basin over the cobblestone, hitting his face against the lattice of the cell. Grab the outstretched palm. Never before, beans and acorn hives were telling the story of the harshness of her life on this ranch.

"Long time no see."

"Yes! Mr. Klund looks as good as ever!

"I didn't expect to see you here again."

"We never imagined each other."

"Don't cry. Damn, you can't even hug me in this situation."

"Yes, yes. I'm sorry, but I'm so happy. Happy, because this is a tear of joy."

"I'm sorry. It's not worth it. I am. I can't believe this is happening to you. How's everybody doing?"

"No......"

"Wa no. Ask me again what's hard to answer."

"But! It's not Mr. Klund's fault! Plus, Lucille, Emilia, Lilith and Mira, Kamel, Kathy, Marisella, Senior and all are fine!!

"Ha. I see. Hannah, Jill, Peronepe. Lucille's gone. Come on."

"Wow. But I've been feeling so much better since then. Still a small mouth count, but I'm gonna have trouble with all the pranks already"

The collector went on to talk when Lynette beautifully flattened the crude soup and slight black bread she had brought. Flowers bloom in bickering across a rusty lattice. The collector fluidly waved about Dorothea, who was the closest of friends.

"Right, well. I'm familiar. I'm talking about Dorothea."

"True, familiar. Oh, this is lunch. From now on, I'm on Mr. Klund's meal duty, so I'll make it more than the rest of you! Oh, it's time for me to come around. Mr. Klund, I'll talk to you tomorrow morning."

Lynette walked out with a basin when she stood up. Obviously he didn't want to touch me when it came to Dorothea. Turning his point of view behind him, Lynette is walking with a chick pulling her right leg. Oh, it was too late when I thought. The fountains, spoons and pointy forks that the collector ate to lick made a noise and rolled.

"Aww. Uh, hey, I'm sorry. Me, I'm screwed again."

"Hey, those legs"

What the collector saw in his eyes was a painful scar that had never been engraved on Lynette's right calf. Deep wounds are running in the form of diagonal amputations of the tendons of the legs. It was the cause of Lynette's limp. When the collector held down his chest and groaned low, he tried to push his voice to death, taking care not to create fright in Lynette.

"What's the matter, it"

"Ahhh, this? Is this it? Yeah, I don't care. Hey, I've been dodged and moxibusted as a guard."

Lynette showed her tongue hanging out in the wind that there was nothing to be done.

Dodgy? Doji is not a level where they put a cage!!

"Ah, ah. Oh, no, no. Mr. Klund, I'll be fine. So, huh? Don't look at me."

"Lynette, like"

"What, what is it? Oh, too. I'd be fine. Absolutely. Because Lucille and the others endure it, too. So if it's about me."

"The plan is a change. I'll be right out of here."

"Huh."

"So you don't have to look like that anymore"

Lynette stared heartlessly at the collector's face with a pocan look. The grown-up look returns to the girl only for a moment. Squeeze with full force at your fingertips. The teeth thumped up and down made a critical noise and sounded a snarling noise.

The collector lifted his voice from the bottom of his belly to open his strength. Even if it was rusty, it is an iron lattice. There's nothing humans can do about it. It deflected like a melted candy worker when it squeaked in front of Lynette's eyes.

"Whoa, whoa!!

The cap muscle of the bent collector is so exuberant that even from the outside of the garment you can see it.

"Ah, ah, ah"

Lynette covered her mouth with her hands as she sat down.

It was enough to be reunited.

If this is hell, you have to rejoice as a miracle just to see him.

The iron lattice smashed and blew away with the dull sound.

And as the man crawled out of his cell as usual, he stood.

"- So when you want to cry, you just have to cry. I'll lend you as many breasts as I can."

Lynette was only used to laughing in form at this desperate collection of slaves. The oldest of the children and almost stepping into adulthood, she was required to remain on the side of asylum no matter what. But the truth is, she wanted to be with someone herself. Lynette buried her face in the chest of the collector as she fluttered, raising her voice and crying out. Make a noise so far, the guard can't be indifferent.

"What the hell! What the hell is all this fuss!!

"Ah, shit! How did you get this cell? Lynette, you're still here!!

The collector poked at the fork he had picked up as he held Lynette back crying.

The two guards pull out their swords and dance as they turn bright red in their faces.

"Let them eat. Oh, my God, the mesh here is a few steps inferior to Silver Villago's cell"

"Don't be silly!!

One guard stuck defenselessly with his face bright red. As the collector turned Lynette to his back, he ducked the guard's poke and stuck the fork toward his right eye.

"Ahhh!?

The sharp tip skewers the eyeball. The guard rolled around on the cobblestone more and more as he raised his tall bark like a monkey.

"Ooh. Collagen and DHA aren't exactly formulated together. That's such an eyeball. Disgusting."

As the collector pinched the guard's eyeball from the beginning, he twitched with his toe at the toe of the abandonment at his feet. Pugh, and the sound of crushing grapes.

"Ahhh! My eyeballs!!

The collector picked up a rolling sword as he accurately crushed the crying guard's throat with a tookick. Slowly advance through the narrow hallway where the cells line up in parallel. Not long after seeing one of his friends rolled without bitterness, the two remaining retreat with sweat on their foreheads.

"Lynette, whoa! Don't think it's free to imitate such a joke."

"... Lynette. Do it."

The collector squeaked his jaw as he gently rang his nose. Lynette, hiding beside him, let the guard try her makeup when she poked her face out gently. It is indeed queer.

Most importantly, the guards' anger reached its pinnacle when they were palmed back by the elves who had been handling the tools until now. I guess I've never even used a sword on Locke. The sword judgment rolling out at the waist is nothing but drowsiness for the current collector.

Parry the sword that had swung down directly from the front slid the sword horizontally.

The slaughter gave the guard a full amputation of his left arm, which gave him momentum to erupt the bloodtide.

The guard rolled over screaming and slammed him in the face on the cobblestone.

The collector hit the last one standing on the bar as he kicked the rolling guard. The blade thrust through his back as he pierced his lower abdomen.

Kick the man in the chest and pull out the sword.

I just waved it about twice about how much it was, and the blade was round.

"No, no, no, no."

When the collector released the sword of the loose, he took every sheath of sword from the wreckage and punched one on his waist, leaving the other in his hand with his body. I held Lynette hip-to-hip with my free left hand.

"Um, if it's gonna come together on your feet, you can leave it"

"I'm fine. Get out of my way. Literally luggage."

"Ugh."

The collector showed his white teeth and laughed happily.

You gave up Lynette, too, and you stopped being weird.

Running through the cobblestone stinking hallway, he jumped out into the guard's stuffed room as he could climb the stairs.

I put my foot on the table and slashed the two of them playing cards by pulling them out.

The man, who had his neck chopped off in an indefensible state, turned into a corpse while maintaining a delicate balance with the cards in hand.

The other one was torn vertically through his back trying to escape, and he was out of breath as he stuck his arms out. Kick the door and go outside. I saw eye to eye with two mercenaries with spears.

"Ha-ha-ha."

"A deserter!!

The man comes after him swinging his spear as he blows the child he calls. The collector was trying to put his thoughts together as he ran his kamaboko shaped building to the zigzag.

"Ah. Where are Lucille and the others locked up!

"Of the third quarters from the right, it's underground. But isn't it a little bad right now?"

"Why not! Anyway, if you're going in, it's the same thing."

"It's lunchtime now."

"So?"

"That's why. Oh, too. The third quarters are adjacent to the research facility. So, the rancher has a great escort."

"What's so amazing!! - 'Cause maybe."

The collector ceased to see a giant organism standing in front of him. The men in pursuit quickly disappear as they scream.

That was a huge three-necked dog about ten meters away.

There was no black fur left, and the ragged pile teeth stripped out just to rip the mouth were as sharp as the thick Great Sword each of them were. The eyes are black and glow so snugly that they make you feel certain reason, horribly.

"Cerberus the Devil Dog. Turn it into a ranch manager's dog and a katana. Why don't we just give up running around?"

"Dorothea......!!

Lynette barked at Dorothea as she advanced beside Cerberus in a grasping shape.

"Lynette. And Klund. You can't run anymore. Perception."

"How soggy and how dare you show your face to me!! Traitor!!

"Again, don't you understand me yet"

"What is it now? Keep us locked up in that place, and just go back to the Chamber of Commerce. Oh, my God!

"Oh, man."

Dorothea chuckled tiredly, sighing loudly. Then he spoke to the collector with a slight blush in his eyes.

"Hi Lynette can't be too hard on her head. of, kland. Why don't you come out on your own? One of my days, Horatio took me out of jail."

"Don't talk to Mr. Klund familiarly! While Dorothea lived the way she always did, Ruth and Nicolas still suffered without any allowance."

"Wow, I didn't mean to upset you."

"I will never forgive you......!! I just want to help myself. Now I can't believe I'm trying to get my hands on Crand!!

"Chi, no. No, no, no, no, no. Wrinkles."

The relationship between the two known to the collector was the friendly sisters themselves. At least, in the elves, the two seemed to be connected by a deeper relationship of trust than anyone else.

But the two people we have seen for a long time are trying to follow the wrong path amidst obviously different preconditions.

Especially Lynette's anger, as far as the collectors know, was something stronger than ever. It was the eyes of the woman herself, who could no longer be called a girl, but with a clear will, to dazzle Dorothea and strip her teeth out in an attempt to eat and kill her if there were gaps, as if to see the enemy of her parents.

"Wait a minute, you guys. Relax."

"Mr. Klund, please shut up. Hey, Dorothea? You think we're just gonna keep wrapping our tails around and running? Hate you. While you're doing something nasty with your butcher husband or mercenary, I think you should be able to run this trade fair."

"No! Cland, it's not all a misunderstanding that Lynette is here! The woes, the woes, just think about it!

"Are you going to bang Jin-sook? Always is. But this time I won't give in anymore. I was a child then. But now I know that I really love Mr. Klund. If I could get Mr. Klando closer to a slut like you, everything would be no good!!

"It's Lynette. There are limits to our patience."

"Hmm. Like what? Besides, we're going to go to the nearest Silver Villago and ask the castle soldiers to crusade the bad guys! It's too late for Dorothea to change her mind!

"Imitate me sooner!! If you do that, Lucilles lives......!!

"Lucille!? Why are you threatening me over this period? I haven't let those kids see me in another month! Everybody died crying in that dark room!! Guys, it's all because Dorothea is bad. Ahhhh!!

"Ugh, no lie. Lucille and the others are all still alive. Well, I'm not fine, but there's nothing else in life. Ho, it's true. Kland. don't look at me like that. Please, not in the afterlife. I don't want to save myself until I've abandoned them."

"Don't be fooled! Don't be fooled, Mr. Klund!!

"That's right. In the meantime, I want to run because I'm scared of Wang there..."

The collector ran out abruptly as he held up Lynette, assuming Dorothea sneered with an expression of intense fire that was difficult to describe.

"Here, wait! It's not over yet!!

The collector ran like a disease. Dorothea's figure, which took the form of a surprise, becomes smaller as she looks backwards. Thinking he could get away with nothing like this, Cerberus kicked the ground out when he barked out loud.

"Whoa. I'm not kidding."

Every time a triple-necked rabid dog stepped on the ground, the sound of a mine exploding made a wooden spirit around him.

I can't get away with it. I made up my mind.

"Mr. Klund?

As he lowered Lynette around over the fence, the collector flipped and tried to rush out.

"Wait, wait! No, no, no! Yikes!!

"So - no problem. I'll buy you some time to hide and show you. Maybe I'll win. Upp."

"There's no way you can do something stupid like that! Oh no, I'm running away by myself!!

"Hear me out, Lynette. Besides, I'm used to this. I'm not dying. Maybe."

Cerberus' giant is an enemy in distress. In the first place, the collectors have always fought stronger than themselves. Dorothea and Lynette had a badly touched lesion that was forcibly laid out in a claustrophobic life.

"Although I'm not a famous doctor. Do something. Hey, Oi."

If nothing ridiculous had happened, such as a slave hunt, the two of them, and the mixed orphans who lived quietly, would have been able to live together. Coming, the black storm marches with an unusual killing spirit. It will no longer take a few seconds to get here.

"You're not gonna die, I am."

Lynette's face is bechaved with tears and nose. Something went wrong when I said it was so critical.

I don't even know how far I can fight with a sword without taking it. The ferocious jaw of Cerberus, who kicked the ground and approached the present, glistened cold with nudity in his saliva.

When the collector restarted his sword, a hurricane suddenly broke in from across.

The gray wind turned into a whirlwind and ran diagonally through Cerberus's body, sounding the sound of cutting off a tremendous meat.

"Why are you here?"

"Yuke. I took it from here"

A shredded cheek like a reaper. The nihilistic right eye was glowing dull. The mercenary Icarus of the Joshua Chamber of Commerce stood in front of Cerberus, trying to cover Lynette with a collector when he put his long sword out of his waist in front of him.

"Icarus,?

I uttered the man's name as Lynette shrugged. I don't know why, but it was a good opportunity for a thousand people. When the collector held Lynette, he rushed out into the woods unobstructed. While rowing, intentionally serpentine the path so as not to be followed. What I don't understand is how that chamber dog helped himself. Lynette, who had been sitting around for a breath after earning some distance and turning her back on the wood, opened her mouth with a slightly worse bump.

"I've dealt with Mr. Icarus' wounds before."

Here's what Lynette said. It was one morning not so long after I came to this ranch. Lynette found Icarus stuffing, holding her left eye hard at the well end and lying on her back. The figure of Icarus, who had cut into five minutes with Dorothea as mercenaries of the Chamber of Commerce on the day the Lynettes were captured, was still new to his memory. But Lynette, the original owner of the gentle heart, could not pretend not to see the suffering Icarus, and she chilled her left eye, which seemed to hurt badly with a wet cloth towel.

"So, so! Even Mr. Icarus is my enemy. That's all, that's all true! I'm the only one counting on you, Mr. Klander."

"Wow, wow. But Icarus."

Lynette has been desperate to deny her connection to Icarus so as not to compromise the feelings of the collector even with a few flaws. Still, the feeling of the girl who had just become thirteen was something that just showed up young but whose diligence was a smile.

(But it's those left eyes, after all. It wasn't until I took those eyelids that I started attacking. Oh, come on, what a cheat. Dastardly yazu. In the first place, that kind of capability should be deployed to me, the Summoning Instant Brave, right?

Keep your immortality on the shelf, what an unscrupulous logic.

Interpretation, modern boy.

When the collector began to seriously reflect on Icarus' abilities, the bushes of the trees were crunchy. The frightened Lynette clings to me.

"Klund!!

"Oops, hey! Liza!!"

"Hmm!?

"Klund, Klund! Good. That's right, that's Liza's husband! Shit!!

Liza barked with a joyful look as she poked Lynette across her chest holding her keeper. Lynette, stuck from her head in the grass, came softly closer to her as she stood silently, clutching her cheeks.

"Yes, I am. Ahhh. Me, it hurts. Whoa."

"Ah, why not? Wouldn't I need a little explanation or something? Mr. Klund."

"Ugh. I'm afraid of Lynette."

Liza was sitting around with a kyotoned face, but she thought it was some kind of play, and with a cackle welcoming, she had her fingers stretched out on her empty other cheek. Thus, the cheeks of the collector are pulled and shaped from left to right. It hurt plain.

"Whoa. Awesome stretch. You can't beat Liza."

"Hey! What is it you are! We didn't compete like that in the first place."

"Oh, my God, it's boring"

"Oops. Not if you're playing for now. Let's change places."

Otherwise, Liza led the way and the collectors moved. As far away as possible, but within the power of the enemy. It was also too dangerous to travel through the woods at night, holding Lynette, a weak foot. When Liza finally reached the decaying barn she found, there was an elf of the first weight she met on a slave farm rolling straw over her pillow, moaning bitterly.

"You brought him from there"

"Because I felt sorry for him"

Liza nodded with her head in her arms, wondering if she would be angry.

The collector grins, gently stroking her head trembling in small pieces.

Liza smiled sloppily. Anyway, the elf girl raised a screaming fierce voice and twisted herself to anguish as she sat down together to consider future good aftermath measures. There's just a blanket on her naked self that's close to run-down that Liza picked up from somewhere. Whenever the girl suffered and moved her hands and feet, her blue-white tense belly moved.

"This is labor pain."

Lynette calmly snapped at the girl's stomach.

"More so, did you realize in this state of labor"

When the collector rose up, he roared around like a bear in front of the nest. I don't know when this barn will be raided by the hands of the Chamber of Commerce. Besides, even if a pregnant woman notices childbirth, doctors don't even know if there's a settlement nearby. Whatever it is that cuts into enemies and opens the bloodpath, there is nothing that a collector is likely to be able to do when you give birth.

I don't know what to do, I don't care what to do, all the rushing feelings are wandering around my head. In contrast, the two women were extremely calm. Liza caught fire and boiled water as she searched the barn for cloth cuts and pans that seemed relatively usable.

"Klund, Grandpa!

"Step aside!

Liza and Lynette left the collector in a murderous voice and began preparing for the birth. Seeing the two hands I was used to, it didn't seem like this was my first experience. When this happens, men and the like are of no use. The sagittarius was no longer turned into a useless long object, but only stood up in the corner of the room like a stone statue.

"Duh, what shall I do? I don't know what to do."

"Leave the birth to us. Mr. Klund is keeping an eye on the table!!

"Yes, yes"

Lynette's connected eyes were unusually powerful and compelling to obey.

As the collector popped out onto the surface, he wandered around with his jacket in front of him. Though his partner, the Holy Sword Black Lion, was taken away, he was fortunate that his clothes remained intact.

Looking around the barn, there was a simple well at the end. He dropped the fishing bottle, pumped up the water, put his hand in the wooden barrel and licked the contents. Cold, no sign of starvation. A limp air touched my cheek as I stuck my head in the well. Apparently this well could be judged to withstand sufficient drinking. Squeeze and moisten your throat with a pattern. The sunset dazzled me like I brushed red on the edge of the mountain. A much taller man appeared alongside the sound of rubbing up the grass. I could see a faint eye on my shredded cheeks staring more than usual. It is Icarus. With a sword of escape in his hand, he approaches him in a slow motion. Earlier, I could not understand at what whim I had helped Lynette with the collector, but the confrontation was no longer likely to be avoided.

"I'm gonna change places. Let's settle this, Icarus."

There was no longer a snug hatred like fire in the heart of the treasurer. Do not obscure the hold that has lived to this day by entrusting your life purely to the sword. More than that, he was filled with desire to compete with a rare gladiator standing sneaky in front of him. When the treasurer paid his sheath, he rushed out to the meadow, where the long-length ski ears grew.