Dungeon+Harem+Master

Beyond the plain as far as I could see, I went out into some well-kept streets. The collector narrowed his eyes softly, exhaling white as he shrunk himself into the wind stroking his cheeks. A giant fortified city is reflected in front of you as you descend down a hill with no such high or low differences. The cheeks of everyone walking were naturally welcoming.

"I don't know. When I got here, I felt like I was finally home."

"Right."

Lulu, who draws the horse of the treasurer, also has a soft expression at all times. When Karen and Liza threw out their luggage, they fought ahead and flew towards the castle gate. As the collector grinned bitterly on the horse, Dorothea pointed her lips as she swelled.

"Someone would have come home sooner if they hadn't made extra roadgrass."

"What the hell. Suddenly and suddenly."

"Winged Little Girl"

"Ugh."

"At goodbye. In the carriage. You've been hiding all day."

"There is no such fact"

Don't lie to me.

The collectors broke up with a line of Etrian princes, just across the border of the Romles. They relied on the clan to head to the King's capital, Romless Garden.

"That's stupid. That was just a greeting, wasn't it? Look, you guys are doing great, too. You're not jealous."

From a Japanese-born collector's point of view, human beings in this world tend to kiss as greetings to the mistletoe. The collector let his lips stick out like octopuses, chitching and tongue-in-cheek. Zhu gave it to Dorothea's cheek whether the trick touched Kang.

"Ho. How dare you engage your tongue with greetings? It's so snotty, it hardens the front. This, Kedamono. If it was you two, you'd have kept your tits up."

"Not in memory"

"Ah. Also, when it gets inconvenient, you run away! Wait!"

When the collector turned that way, he kicked his horse in the belly and made him run. The distance drifts away as I look at Dorothea, who gets the hot air out of her head. Pordina walked alongside him silently.

(I knew it. Damn it. Don't run at speed)

The muscle strength of the beast man outweighs man in all respects.

Dorothea's running speed is never too slow either. Rather, it's the level of sniffle laughing at Olympic medalists, but does that mean Pordina is too out of standard?

The collector stopped the horses and waited for the Dorotheas. Pordina is not out of breath, even though she has walked nearly a kilometer in full force. It was an amazing cardiopulmonary ability.

A while late, Dorothea and Loulou arrive. Dorothea raised and lowered her shoulders violently in order to breathe as she poked her hands on both knees on the spot.

and if it does, it will also loose its natural and abundant breasts.

Tayuta Yun's Plump.

The treasurer glanced at both eyes, and looked at the precious mass.

My face moves up and down when I'm followed. It was a sad man's saga.

"And if it stops, don't let it run from the beginning."

"No. Just"

"Just what?"

"I don't know if I can deceive you. and"

"I'm not deceiving you at all. Hey, too. When we get back to the Mansion, we will pursue this matter. Stay tuned."

"Yep. Oh, let's not do that. I'm so tired today. Let's dip in plenty of water and flirt."

The collector rained a kiss on his cheek as he turned his arm around Dorothea's shoulder. After that, I eagled and rubbed Tayun's breasts. Lumps of meat change their appearance freely. Skillfully judging Dorothea's arm to refuse, the collector's fingers moved endlessly.

"Ho, la, ho, ho, ho, ho. Uhihi."

"Ah. So. Wrinkles are like that of the Lord. Huh. Whatever, that's how I'm going to be able to help. It's pretty good.... ahhh"

Dorothea exhales sweetly in a slice.

As Loulou shrugged, he sighed, keeping his hand on his forehead.

"Your husband."

"Hmm?

Pordina doesn't change one expression and draws attention forward.

As the collector was tuning Dorothea's white noodles at his fingertips, Karen and Liza, who had preceded him, returned.

Again, I guess we all decided that it would be good together to creep through the castle gate and wait at the entrance.

Liza twirls and tries to draw a circle, tangled up in the loins of the collector, and Karen brings it to her arms with an angry face. Dorothea also somehow hugged him from the front with a loss.

It is in dough condition in front of the castle gate of Silver Villago. In the distance, the soldiers, who were watching this one, approached with their armor chattering in a ghoulish manner. Exactly, this is embarrassing. When the collector coughed, he took care of the nihil man.

"Oi, elf daughters. Can't you walk away?"

"Oh, shit."

"I don't like it."

"If these guys leave, you can let them go."

Forward in a dough state with a chill.

As it is, the sun goes down before we reach home.

I definitely wanted to avoid such a dumb end.

"Shh, I can't move on. Hey, Pordina."

"Yes."

Pordina threw that stripping off her elf daughters, who mainly cling, seemed to be in the garbage-releasing procedure. The three elves storm in the meaning of the protest. Occasionally, one-on-three fights began. The battle is overwhelmingly dominated by Pordina, connecting the advantages of numbers. The collector stretched his muscles by bending his neck to the left and right as he circled his shoulders.

"Ah raku-chan. Oh, what is this?"

Silver Villago is a castle city. Around the walls, deep open moats were provided to block enemy incursions, and winding bridges were crossed at the entrance.

When the collector dropped his gaze, a small figure sat on the grass at the base of the bridge, wearing a veil. Begging is not uncommon in this world. I thought I'd give you some change, too, and I got my hands on it. At the same time, Kabuki quickly hugged him to his knee.

"Ugh. What the fuck! What, you, Hilda!?

"Crandshan."

Hilda mumbles like a puppy who mainly sifts up with a coaled face. It was like a picture with the perfect description of a dead tail feather.

"What's the matter with you? The outfit. Something happened?

"Everybody bullies me."

Golden hair sticks out from the end of the veil, which is usually worn securely. The treasurer rubbed his head around his chest with gentle hands.

"Eh. Hey, wait a minute. Wait, let's just calm down. Let's talk calmly."

"Ugh. Tears to talk about. It's a tear to hear."

"I'm not interested."

It's the same on the right.

"Ugh."

Hilda violently threatened Karen and Liza with tea.

"You guys, let's hear it. I know you do, though."

"Mr. Klando. What the hell, that's terrible."

How badly did she see it? The treasurer knelt down and clasped her back, sobbing as she held Hilda back.

Her story, which she tells in tears, was a little derailed, and she didn't get the guidelines, but when she caught up, she argued with her buddies over a quest, and eventually Hilda was framed for being chased through the mansion.

"Uh. I wasn't sure. In short, you want me to go back with you and punish everyone"

"That's right. What the hell did I do? Everything, I said I acted thinking about you guys. Such deportation is the reward of the devotion of life. Yes."

The collector didn't even think he was lying, but as he saw Hilda's tears, his doubts disappeared more and more, and instead his anger against the women in the mansion who molested her boiled. The treasurer is of the simplest character. His drawback was that he was easily deceived by deceit and crying.

"Especially since Mary and Hannah bully me."

"What the hell?"

"Klund. Maybe we should at least listen to them before we judge them."

"Shido. I thought Karen was my friend! Right. We're friends, right?"

"Ugh."

Hilda looks nearer to an elaborate doll if she keeps her mouth shut. Karen, stared at in a daunting manner and complained of by friendship, was just as frivolous.

In fact, it is suspicious whether there was such a thing.

"And a friend."

"Tomodarch. Meet me, you. Tomodarch."

"It's so suspicious."

Karen hid in the shadows of Loulou reflexively as she moved her gaze left and right.

"Right. If you think about it, it doesn't make sense how many things the head of the family does without you."

"That's right. That's right. Mr. Klund is so gentle, he seems to be being treated by everyone."

"Oh, you did"

"Decide on one bish here! I have to show my majesty as Lord! Because women are stupid and not much judgment anyway!!

"Oh, right. I made one big decision here. Without being tampered with, the family will collapse. I don't have a family."

"Yes, yes. Mr. Klund. Sometimes, I have to show you something frightening. A woman is a creature who gets on with herself quickly. Here, let's go with a one-shot gauntlet. That's what God says!

"Right! Right!!

"You're right, bye."

"Ah."

The collector returned to me with Supakon and Karen pulling his head back.

Behind it, Hilda hits him in the face and tongues him hard.

Even at first glance, he looked like a bad guy.

"Hey, what the heck? No way, you're trying to discredit my authority in the family."

Karen argues, shaking her silver twin tail for a bit, turning her eyes sankaku.

"It's nothing to disparage. Klund, you didn't let this guy ride you all you wanted. Be a little calm. Mostly, Hilda. You've lived in the open all your life after the mansion."

"Giku. Oh, yeah. It's all true. Something inconvenient."

Hilda keeps her hands on her cheeks, doesn't gaze at Karen, and snaps at her ho-ho. Ahead, Liza, who is wearing a microbikini in disregard of the season, is sitting at the front and peeking in with her innocent eyes. Hilda's forehead. sloppy, cold sweat poured out.

"I didn't drink or eat for three or four days, and was hit by rain, frost and snow. Instead, Nana's face is too glossy. Well, that's better than me. Something, I'm in good shape. Besides, you smell good. Kun-kun."

"Giggle. I'm a sister of a terrible, bullied tragedy! I don't really doubt it. Right, huh? Mr. Klund will believe you."

"Sure, Karen's right. Skin's plump."

"Shido! Mr. Klund doesn't love me. Heh!!

"Oh, no. I'm not suspicious."

"I've always offered my love! I'm new here!! Not really!!

"Aww."

As Hilda twisted herself and fell to the grass, she raised her voice and cried.

Whatever the collector might do, looking around, the rest of the women stood with a white look at how they were finally seeing through that lie cry. Liza spit all over the ground.

Then Pordina, who had so far penetrated silence, advanced a step forward. Hilda feels instinctively that something sucks or shudders into small pieces like a newborn child horse.

"Hilda, okay?"

"Pollu. Poldina, you believe me, don't you? Hey, hey."

Hilda clings to Pordina's white apron. She let her eyes squeal with a mesmerizing look as she half-moon.

But for the same sex, that was counterproductive.

Pordina frowned openly as she cut her fingers off the apron.

"You have gravy sauce on your mouth."

"Huh. Liar!?

Hilda plucked her lips as she rushed to remove the handkerchief from the monk's coat.

Then when I take out my hand mirror, I scrutinize my face. Yeah. I made a smile today just because it's cute, etc., and immediately, I raised my face hah and rounded my eyeballs.

"But I see you found Manuke."

Pordina narrowed her sliced long eyes and gracefully paid for the hair on her shoulder with her fingertips.

"What a clever trap."

"... this guy, he's an asshole"

Hilda quickly stood up and tried to escape, ignoring the hardened collector with his dumb face.

"Ah! He ran away!!

"Don't miss it!

"That way, Liza!

"I'll take care of it. Ugh."

but in no time, he was surrounded by the elf trio of Dorothea, Liza and Karen.

It is unlikely that we can escape. It was a formation of iron walls.

"Ah, haha. Ladies and gentlemen, calm down here. Right, right. Ah! Speaking of which, you came back safe and sound. Cucumber. Good, good. Really, worried and worried every day. I couldn't sleep at night. I just took a nap."

"So."

"What do you mean?"

"Everything! It is!!

Hilda confessed to the crime. All the commissions entrusted to everyone were melted in bacci. Not even, inversely, trying to tailor Mary to accomplice. That he was chased by an angry Lacey as a result of the fiery fire, took the little elves hostage, and eventually was sympathetic to the little elves, and managed to escape the mansion.

"Just give me an extenuating circumstance...!

"Where the hell is there room for what you've done?"

"Micha."

The collector dragged out cheating as he grabbed Hilda's root.

"It kills me! Bury the debt and they will kill you!!

"It's okay. Just try to save your life."

"It's Mr. Klund's fault! Because you don't take good care of me! Because I won't look!!

"He's an asshole who can't help it."

"Ha. Why is this guy so stupid"

"I didn't expect to blame people for anything. Your husband. Forgive me mercy."

"How could that be such a terrible thing? Whoa!?

You have to.

Together, it was combined with a return outside the scope of the assumption.

Says the collector,

Can this be assumed?

That was it.

"I don't have time to be an asshole any more. We're going home."

The collector returned home as soon as he recovered Hilda. After receiving a warm welcome from his wife and pseudo-family, Hilda was to be detained in an underground warehouse for the time being by unanimous vote. The wrath of the wives over Hilda is considerable. Lacey's anger, her sister's skin, was greater, especially than Mary herself, who was about to be tailored to a co-offender.

"Hmm. Looks bad. I forgive you."

"No! I won't forgive you that easily! Klund shouldn't look sweet either! Oh, too. It's been a long time since I've been back, so I didn't want to welcome you like this. Hell, it's not ruined because of Hilda. too."

As Lacey scratched her sandy (Sandy Blonde) hair to shack, she put her hands on the door knob in an attempt to close the warehouse door with a prickly face.

"Oh, hey."

"What?"

Hilda stopped crying and imitating, attracting Lacey a little bit like an inviting cat.

"Keep the sake smoked. I'll be back for dinner."

"I won't go back and I won't let you out!!

When Lacey closed the door full of force, she made loud footsteps and climbed up the stairs.

"I think it's easier to keep Hilda locked up until everyone's head gets cold."

"I was hoping you'd do something about it before it happened."

"I'm sorry. My supervisory mistake."

When the collector holds the rudge, he kisses it just now, enjoying the thin and refreshing feeling of his body. Hannah, standing next to me, raised her yellow voice.

"Are you comforting me?

"In the meantime, let's forget about me and make it tea. It's a little relaxing for me."

"Yeah. Okay. Hannah"

"Yes, sir. Brave man. We'll all be together for a long time today, won't we? Hannah, I'm so happy."

"Ha. Koyatsuzu"

The collectors follow a dim and damp underground warehouse, amiable.

"Eh. Hey, you're kidding, right? See. Usually, here's the thing, but isn't Hilda the kind of stream that manages to get me out? Huh? Huh? Hey, seriously? Liar. Is that so? Wait a minute. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to show you something very interesting right now. Right, huh? Look. Oh, my God, when I do this. Look, I have huge index fingers. How dare anyone!?

Hilda often fitted the concern of incarceration.

(Sorry. I'll sneak it out later. No matter how much I do, I can't afford to be unscrupulous in front of those guys with their eyes sankaku)

The speed of switching is also an advantage of the collector. He decided to relax to heal his tired mind when he instantly switched brains.

"Me. Crand, welcome back."

"Ha. No, no, thank you, thank you. Everybody."

The toddler elves sing side by side a song of blessings. The collector, on a huge newly purchased table, dried the cup once and for all, which he was dubbed as he was celebrating his safe return.

The dining room is packed with families, with the exception of about one, and the dishes made for the day are arranged in a narrow way.

"Hey, Sizka. Close. Close by."

When Sizka walks up to him, he dyes his eyes to Zhu and looks up to his upper head.

(This, just don't come gushing......)

The lustrous skin like white porcelain is slightly dyed red. Sizka, as far as the collectors know, hardly ever likes alcohol, but I guess she put her mouth on it a long time ago that today is special. Slightly, the smell of incense irritates the nasal cavity to the extent that it drifts. Unexpectedly, he was driven by the urge to push him down without shame or outrage, but he put up with it gutsily.

"What a silent day, isn't it? Holla, drink."

When the collector gave Sizka the cup, he soaked the liquor. Sizka watched it resemble a golden lake surface for a while, but drinks it up with a saggy breath made her hot eyes even louder. Crawl your fingers on a thin nod and pull them in front. Glossy dark hair flowed abundantly.

"I've been worried about you."

The end of the story was trembling. She keeps her cringy, distorted face healthy. That, my chest was cuddled by the bullying that made me want to hug you.

"Uh, yes, yes. Give me a flow."

"Oops!

Did you feel the nasty vibe between the two of them, Lacey breaks in on the way in? Breathing around here in the booze seat is just in season. Sizka looks annoyed by the obvious interruption, but Lacey only doesn't break her bright smile. It creates a good atmosphere that can't be eaten by being mean on the spot.

"But, you know, even I was worried about you."

"Ugh."

Lacey falls back on the thighs of the treasurer. Sizka remained overwhelmed by a skilled move to get a man's bump. If you have to, you know a lot about how to swing a man's heart. The collector grew deluded and greasy at the softness of the skin pressing on him with his arms spinning around his neck.

"and. I don't think so. Before I get drunk, I need to talk to you."

"Be quiet. Your husband wants to talk to you. There. Private language is strictly forbidden."

"Aww. What is it?"

Pordina threw the rest of the bones that flattened the meat beautifully at Karen, who was poking Liza and the plate together. Together, he stopped the hand of the meal and saw Ji and the keeper.

The collector coughed when he stood up and looked around.

"That's it. In the meantime, it's a product that the goods here have struggled to get."

The collector opened it with a wrapper on the table.

Inside, at first glance, twigs like dead trees were stubbornly seated.

I don't know what I was expecting, it sounds boring from the kids, but the adults are surrounded by some kind of different atmosphere and breathtaking.

"Lynette, I fulfilled my promise with Kitty."

"Oh, that."

Lynette, the elf girl, repeatedly blinked with her big eyes as she stood up.

"This is the branch of the world tree I finally got. It's real. Tomorrow, we'll go to the city hospital. You're going to have surgery, you're going to be in the hospital for a while, but be patient."

"Me, my leg. Will it heal?"

When the collector smiled silently, he made a thumbs-up to be good at.

Lynette looked incredible, covering her face with both hands, raising her voice and crying out as she wept with her eyes all over her.

"Lynette, you'll be able to walk like you did again."

"Hey, I can't kick your ass."

"Great."

"Don't cry, Lynette"

The little elves begin to desperately scold Lynette for crying out. Fished and each of the women nodded their eyes, crying out in chains.

"It's up. It's good to see you, but not really."

"If you're a lady, you're not pronouncing it well."

As far as Victoire is concerned, his nose turns bright red and he drips down into tears.

"Good, Lynette. Don't thank Klander."

"Ugh. Yeah. I'll spend the rest of my life talking about Mr. Klander."

Dorothea scratched Lynette's face to her own busty chest with emotion.

Lynette starts twitching about whether she has had difficulty breathing because of her tremendous meat thickness, but Dorothea doesn't realize she's happy. Lacey, who watched quickly, fell apart.

"Homo fumosa"

"That's stupid, Dorothea. Then you won't be able to breathe."

"Mmm. Oh, sorry. Sorry. I got excited."

(I got excited, too)

To hide the hardened thing, the collector gently pulled his hips back, pretending to soak the tears in his eyes.

Dropping his gaze, Lucille is staring at his groin with her eyes wide open.

I matched the front of my jacket and pretended to be calm.

"It's a good thing we're close. So, here we go."

When the collector banged his hand, he made a noise and the door opened. The wheels make a corny, dry noise and squeak modestly.

There, Hilda, who was put in a hand-pushed trolley by Loulou's hand, was brought indoors in a seated position.

He was wrapped around the trolley with rope so as to push up the chest area.

Does it indicate the meaning of Kyoujun? Hilda's monk's coat has been changed to a white one.

On the Sistervale part of his forehead was a plaque written in Romeless saying, "It's a reflection," which was affixed permanently.

"I think you guys have a lot going on. There's one thing here, the auspicious day, so why don't we make Hilda an amnesty?

The children, still cackling and noisy, whichever way the women pushed silently, as if they had switched off. Some air is completely different, as if it was blocked by air curtains.

The collector was very bad at these parts of the woman.

From the frozen group, Lacey, who pulled Mary's arm, slipped forward.

"Fine, Lacey. I'm not mad anymore. Hey."

"No! This kind of thing needs to be kitten. Later, it's not good. Hilda!!"

"Hia, hia"

Lacey peeled off her eyes and screamed cute.

The children, who notice the anomaly, begin to blurb and tremble.

Young children. It was also, they were routinely abused, sensitive to changes in adult emotions. There's no way Lacey can figure that out. For if we know and do not do it, we will not be able to observe discipline as our own group.

"This time, did you really reflect?

"I reflected from the bottom of my mind -. From now on, I will live clean with the intention of rebirth."

Hilda keeps her hands tied behind her back, and she's squirming.

Lacey exhaled loudly as she stared into Ji Hilda's golden eyes.

"Then apologize properly to Mary. Otherwise, we're not friends or anything about you anymore."

"Ugh. I'm sorry, Mary. Forgive me for trying to blame you."

"Mmm. That's enough, Hilda. That's fine with me if you get it right. Lacey, too. On such a happy day, it seems pathetic to roll around. You can untie him now."

"What. Well, then, it's not like I'm being mean. too."

"I'm sorry, Lacey. I'm sorry, guys. From now on, adore Hilda, who became a reincarnated body."

"What are you talking about? Totally."

The collector played Hilda's forehead with his index finger as he jumped.

"Hilda."

Hannah reached for Hilda, who crouched holding on to her forehead, smiling uncontrollably as usual.

"Ugh, will you forgive Hannah, too?

"Hannah hasn't been mad at Nana since the beginning. I just didn't think it was a good idea. From now on, before you use it, just say one thing."

"Thank you, thank you"

"But don't give me back my money, Kitty."

"Chip."

"... ahhh. Looks like Hannah's ears are getting worse. I don't think I heard any reflection at all."

"Wow, that's a lie. Give it back. Give it back."

"Well, don't worry about the money. Here."

The collector opened in front of his coat, releasing pieces and chunks of ingots.

In order to show Prince Nicolai all the gold that he gave him at this time.

"Wow."

"Geez. What's this?"

Hilda turns her eyes into $numbers and jumps on gold. The women who watched in faraway windings were also fascinated by the glow of blinding gold, and gathered together straw like moths.

"This size, this weight. At least a few million pounds."

Nellie, bright in the count, went in a frightened voice.

Five ingots in all. As far as Hilda is concerned, Pordina has found him trying to screw him at the base of his sleeve quickly and is twisting his arm.

"Huh. This is the treasure Prince Nicolai gave me. I'm not going to let you lose your money."

That's how I get to see it like a kabuki actor.

In the wake of a storm of fractured praise, Rudge spoke with a terrible and magical face to a collector with a look of pleasure on his face.

"Yeah. Hey, you know what, Kland?"

Rudge changed his complexion softly when he took one of the ingots.

"This is..."

"Duh, what's going on?"

"... no, but no way"

"What's the matter?"

"... but if Klund asks, it could hurt"

"No, no, no, no, no."

"... but hey"

"Quick!"

"... oh, I knew I couldn't"

"Don't accumulate! Come on. No!!

"... do you still want to hear it?

"I'll ask!! Come on, no!!

"... really?

"Ohhhhhh!!

Rudge folded two ingots in front of a keeper scratching his hair like crazy.

"Yeah?

Rectangular gold.

A burnt brown cross section peered from the broken central section.

If it's pure gold, it can't be broken or broken by Rudge's weak arm.

"The contents are clay. Unfortunately."

"What's a bundle of three sentences?

Rudge silently repositioned his glasses.

When the collector peeled off his white eyes and poked his butt on the spot, he farted loosely.