Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector proceeded with the surgery when he delivered Lynette to Silver Villago's largest municipal hospital according to the words of Physician Normad. Normad was an excellent doctor in his studies of medicine at a prestigious university in the capital, and his technique was an arm that went into five fingers even in the realm. When I gave him the branches of the world tree that I had struggled to obtain, the bird face doctor whistled his hippocampus, like a young man who had abandoned himself, and let him gracefully give a bowl of grace as if he had been afraid.

Together, the hospital is not a small town doctor's sleeping area, but a large, full-blown hospital that should be known as a first-class hotel.

Naturally, the room was a private room, and Victoire, the daughter of the lord, also did his work, first of all because there would be no mistake in surgery. The previous day the examination was also successfully completed and I waited for the surgery to be completed at the family outing.

As a result, Lynette's surgery was successful.

For the moment, the need to see the postoperative course for about half a month meant that, as a stubbornness, my sister Dorothea and young elf representative Lucille decided to stay in.

According to Nellie's story, it is the beginning of the year that the blockade of the dungeon can be officially lifted. I spent some money in Kanya, but at least the collector, who understood the cost of living in the house, couldn't have stayed in the mansion like a rooted one.

"I don't know if it's ever going to happen."

When Pordina made her lunch, she jumped out of the mansion sassy without telling her to go anywhere. Nothing, not that I'm tired of the women, but whenever I saw their faces, it was normal to shut up about anything if I could ask a multitude of mountain gods where to go. Sizka and others, if they sensitive themselves to the collectors wanting to be alone, would rather stop chasing after them, but there's no way Hilda would leave Karen, Liza, or Merry alone in a good way. Around Liza, Karen, and Hilda, if you're mistaken for a trick. If you chase it around quite a bit, you'll return satisfied in some time, but Mary's stalking was extremely intransigent.

If you dive in the grass,

"It's a beautiful day. Shall we even take a nap on the river?".

If you're thirsty and want to go into a coffee shop,

"Bye. I thought so, and today I prepared tea with properties".

If you want to eat a skewer from the store,

"Aya used to go by the house when I didn't know what was in this kind of food. How about a sweet muffin?".

If you want a whore to pull your arm on the night lane,

"Thief cat! Thief cat! Thief cat! Kill, kill, kill!

and wield daggers as if people had changed.

(That's right. I'm alone. I mean, a wife is like air. There is no one next door. No one. decided not to be there)

Only then did the collector open his eyes to a frontier steeped in a false sense of openness by striving to erase in himself the presence of Merry walking next door.

The season is winter. The collector was hanging around the city wondering if there was anything interesting today, feeling the weight of Merry clinging to his right arm.

"Where should I go on my date today"

"... right. Sometimes, I wonder if I'd take a peek at the tool store. We need to be ready to explore."

From the side, it just looks like a happy, unhappy couple, but the man's tiredness is terrible.

By the way, in Mary's brain, all the daily wanderings seemed to be converted into sweet dates for newlyweds. Horrible, sweet brain.

"What's the matter? I don't seem to be feeling well lately though. Oh, maybe, you're thinking about jerking off again. Oops."

"Ha..."

"Are you sure about this?

"I'm a little tired, do you want to rest"

"Right. Well, what about that nice coffee shop over there?"

After noticing, the collectors stood in front of the Coffee Shop "Night Sparrow Pavilion” opposite the Adventurers' Union (Guild). When I looked at her, I saw a female salary named Linary who knew the face of the collector.

(Sure, you wanted to know when the manager Biggs stopped. I'm not supposed to be here, damn it)

Truth is, the linery could not stand the obstinate sexual harassment of the collector and had been temporarily turned to the branch. It is the end of my luck that I thought that the fountain's legs were so far away that I had died dispersed by the dsacres of war. Linary jumps sassy into the store with a pale complexion. The tiredness of the collector doubled.

"It's a nice view out there, but it's a little cold"

"Hey, go ahead and take a seat, will you?"

"Huh?"

When Mary changed from a Mercy Mother to a nocturnal look, she let her dark blue eyes shine like chickens.

"No, no. I didn't say no to what you think. I had a fling with this store a while ago and it was banned. Because if Mary gets me a seat, I'll be late. Look, I'll follow you right around the corner while you hide. My shapes are perfect."

"Well, fine. You can't run away."

"I'm not running away. Visible."

"Something"

"Nothing."

When the collector answers with upright immobility, Mary finally gets to the store entrance with a flickering look back. Seeing, the bearded dandy Biggs Jesmine was royal at the entrance with his arms together. Almost as good as Gorotsuki.

(He said he had a grudge against me. You made a lot of contributions to sales. Damn, you little asshole.)

The collector skilfully hid behind the open terrace and followed Mary's back with his eyes.

"Oh, uh."

"What about cockroaches?

"Eh!

"Is that cockroach not here today?

Biggs ran his golden eyes around with a bitter look.

However, it was a mouthful that looked for the enemies of his parents.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Is Klund Gorotsky not here today? She said she saw our girl pay with you. Go away, it's about him. I have the guts to threaten my daughter, who walks appropriately, to take our seats, but I will not tolerate such costly manners during the Golden Wheel."

(CHUCKLES) He said he was going to pull out the measures he had taken. Shiatsu bastard)

Once, the collector, who had found a living reward for rubbing Linary's ass, had succeeded in taking a seat in the cafe by threatening his daughter, who was walking in that heap. I deserve it.

"Please stop making things worse about Klander."

"Ahem?

Mary turned bright red in her face and began to argue.

"You know what? You, no matter what you think, don't know because you're a lady. You know, a man named Klund is really a scum in scum."

As she covered the manager who had been eaten, Linary, a woman's salary, spoke to Mary to teach her. It was heartfelt advice, her goodwill engulfed.

"You're fooling me. Well, listen carefully. If you're about your age, admiring a wal that doesn't cost a chopstick or a stick like that is normal. At the end of the day, adventurers are the only guys in the business who can't do anything about it. Men are the strongest."

"That's right, young lady. I guess I rounded you up with the Krander one, the Mouthbeater, but once or twice, I think the dog bit me, I just have to give up."

"Don't you both have a little too much mouth? Klund is not the nasty guy you guys think he is. My beloved, only husband in this world!

"Hey, wait a minute!

"How about you say that Klund?

Bix and Linary rounded their eyes and stiffened.

It was, nevertheless, a way of surprise as we saw angels descend in daylight blowing trumpets.

(What the hell. Whatever it takes, it hurts. Cora)

"Ah."

"This...!

When the collector showed up from under the table, Bix and Linary circled their eyes.

"That's why I'm taking my wife with me today. Let me in, please."

"That, seriously?

"Seriously, seriously"

Bix sighed loudly, passively allowing him to enter the store "well, if Kami's eyes are glowing". Even if I enter a coffee shop, I am free of this hassle. Footprints of the collector had left claw marks all over the city.

By the way, shortly after entering the store, the collector had managed to escape through the small window of the toilet by leaving an unsecured merry.

At any rate, it was irresistible postponement and optimism, even though we knew we would be allowed to eat swordsticks face to face during the day.

"Hugh. And, well, I can't stop drinking a bottle of booze with my wife's hippo. Well, I wonder if there's any place that might be fun."

"Oops, isn't it Klund who's going there?"

"Oh, and if you look at my face, aren't you the parent of Cecilio? You're out of time, sss."

When I glanced at the face I heard somewhere, there stood a bitter, piercing man over forty across the road.

The lending Cecilio was a dong presence of the so-called mafia that would territorial around Reesfield Street. It is the face of the city, which divides commerce from table to back and openly deposits a private soldier named the vigilante from the city. The collector was also one of the few human beings who borrowed money from this parent (* though most of the play money) for every single time he was not at all mindful.

"What the heck. No. Shit, you don't even show your face to us except when you're stuck in gold."

"That's it, guys"

"Today, what the hell is this place? Did a woman come to buy it? Then why don't you play in our store? My good daughter is new, shall I screw her in specifically? Age, fourteen. Would you have liked to munch your chest and ass rather than thin? I don't care if it's cash."

The treasurer, for a moment, swallowed his saliva, but remembered Mary earlier and said goodbye. I want to drink quietly today. There are days like that.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Hmm. See you at this store. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Amacco is not here, and since he's so stupid, it won't be funny that way, but the food and booze are extraordinary. I'm not introducing you to him, either, so stop being so violent."

When asked about the location of the store familiar with Enrico the subletter, the collector proceeded to the back town, which was getting dark with a mix of nose songs.

"Is it here?

The introduced drinker was in a fairly well situated place, not so rusty.

The construction of the shop is not so old, and the sign imitating the liquor cup is sprinkled on the end of the house. The name of the store that the zodiac asked about is called "the butterfly," everything seems to be run by a close mistress of Cecilio.

(I guess I'm letting my parents' old sketches do it. You don't have to complain if the liquor is good.)

As the collector was about to go inside, one old man was seen roaring around the store exit. Dim, at first glance I can't tell the age, but it is large and musculoskeletal, and speaking of my physical fitness, I found myself engaged in the profession of using my body. On the hips, I found myself not a simple worker or craftsman because I have a long sword but my stature is made of a fairly superior fabric. Noble or military. When the collector was wearing it around, the old man stopped by Zunzun with a strong stride, gazing at him.

"Lord. Are you thinking of going into that store?

"Ah, oh. Yeah, but you are."

"Oh, I was just about to come in here. Well, for a good reason, it's hard to get in alone. I'm sorry, but the Lord and I are here for a drink tonight, so I was wondering if we could talk."

"What? Is this the place to hold a woman?

"Bu, don't be disrespectful! Don't leave Lord Sophia with that poor slut!

"Hey, wait for me. First of all, I don't know who that Sophia is. I don't know, come in here without an explanation. I don't know if it's funny."

"Mm, mmm. That's right. Non was too old and in a hurry. Speaking of which, the pinnacle of stupidity, such as making a wish without even raising a name. No, Bastian Belts. Not military men."

"Heh, Grandpa, at that age, a military man or something. I thought you were physically fit. About sixty? Or, fifties?

"Ho! Do you look that old?!

"Ugh. Sorry, are you really younger?"

"No, I'm not. I'm not. I wasn't just happy to be seen young. Non is seventy-three this year. Ha."

"Heh, you don't see it at all. But at that age, with that body, I guess I haven't lost my fat temper yet. Ma, no. Let's have a drink today."

"Ugh, hmm. Though I also find it tempting to take such an elderly lad. Anyway, Tonight's drinks will be accepted by Noon, so just keep up the conversation."

"Mmm. Well, I think I saw him somewhere. Well, come on."

The collector, taken by an old soldier named Bastian, knocked at the door of a butterfly.

"Welcome.... oh."

"Waha! This is Lord Sophia. It's a coincidence. Thus, day after day, I did not expect to come across. How dare the edges be different!

(If you go to the same store with Chang, you won't like it. - But I'll meet you in person. And, too easy to understand, Grandpa, you're hot for your mistress here)

"Bastian. Come back again, even though you didn't have to."

The lady husband standing at the counter spoke to Bastian with a seemingly pitiful face, saying so in a somewhat polite tone.

(Oui, I'm glad you're lying. The drinker's mom would let the guests go through and let them spend the money and get numb)

The mistress of the drinker “butterfly” was thirty elegant ladies who could see there.

What a relaxed tone and low back was the eagle frying that I did not think was the lord of drinkers.

She had beautiful blonde hair flowing back and her big eyes were sad, creating a unique mature hue.

(Grandpa, it's a letter from Ho. I'm Perth. I wonder if there are any young kids out there? Oh, discovery!!

The collector aimed at the beautiful lady there with the redhead sitting on the table in the store. Is he in his early twenties? Even though alcohol is the Lord, a young woman is a little better than drinking face-to-face with a grandfather or an older woman. Naturally, as a woman's quality, she was not at a level comparable to her daughters.

"Ah, it's Grandpa. Yaho."

"Mm-hmm. Lord Rebecca, too, since a glance"

"Well, you just saw him yesterday. So, today, you're here for a drink with your grandson?

The widow, known as Rebecca, rose from her zoologically poisonous red dress to her whimsy with a slightly thin chest tingled.

"No, it's not. This one, uh..."

"It's Klund."

"Yes, yes, Cland. Hmm? Lord, somewhere. Well, okay. Well, he's a lonely, lonely man with no money and no woman in Locke. Today, as his superior, I'm going to make him drink good wine and cook."

"Hmm. Well, Grandpa, I'm just here to see my mom"

"Bubba, don't call me an idiot! No, no. It's not that Noon doesn't want to see Lord Sophia, but he wants to let the world know how good the shop is."

"I know. Bastian, don't forget your old friendship. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"Fine, no. That, Lord Sophia Wo"

(Uh, I won't even look at it. Grandpa's old love - but I don't mind)

Bastian began to talk to Sophia over the counter, wondering if she had gradually gained solidity.

Naturally, the collector was to drink with Rebecca and Sashi.

"Alcohol."

"Aye."

"Crand. The food here is exceptionally good! Eat plenty and drink!

"Uh, yes, yes. You don't have to."

Bastian only spoke Australian, and the dishes made by her husband, Sofia, were extraordinary.

"What's this! Taste, deep. Good."

"Haha. That's right. Mom's cooking is romantic, why not?"

The collector wrapped his tongue around the handiwork that pales out all the oily meat dishes with a skill that doesn't make him smell at all. To be honest, it won't be a battle in a silver carriage pavilion at the discretion of his wife, Lacey.

(I'm glad you're in a remote location. Otherwise, whatever hand you use, it will take you to crush this store)

This is all polite and thought-provoking. He was a horrible man.

"Hey, customer. You can call me Klund."

"Come on, you've already called me."

"Haha. I don't care, I don't care. Let me see when you're old."

"Yes, sir. Whatever you want."

When the collector emptied the cup, Rebecca gained the alcohol she wanted.

"Sixteen, fifteen? Okay, fifteen! Hey, I'm gonna adore you tonight."

"That's not the kind of store you're in."

"Ugh. You're a virgin killer. Somehow, I know."

"What?"

"You're not hot, are you?

"Hey, you can't be. It's hotter and hotter."

"Liar."

"But, Grandpa, sit back in your chair and drink."

"Grandpa, I'm in love with my mom."

"You'll see."

"You want to hear about those two tames?

"You have to ask me that."

"That's what I want to hear. I don't know what to do."

"Well, you're walking around from one end to the next."

"Oh, you know what?

I knew it.

Here's what Rebecca said.

Husband of the Walnut, Sophia, was the wife of a subordinate who could also be called Bastian's hip. Bastian fell in love while comforting Sophia, who had lost her husband in this battle, and when she heard that she had opened a drinker with a war fallen survivor's pension paid by the military, she said she was coming through without opening it for a day, unless there was military service. But Bastian, bored by a good lack of moderation as soon as he lost his husband, couldn't be honest about his feelings inside, and he seemed to do his best to stand up for a reason somehow. If you ask the treasurer,

"Totally Out of Back"

is.

"And, oh, look, your mom is hot."

"Hot hot...?

Somehow you know. Like you don't. Sure, I'm not saying I don't have an elegant color, but my preferences are a thousand different. From other people's point of view, obsessed humans exist so much so that they hang their necks on such boring things. In particular, the friendship between men and women was often unimaginable from the point of view of third parties.

Now, the treasurer does not remember any inferiority as strong as the woman in front of him. Ringing the cup and urging, Rebecca showed her red tongue and sobered up. Apparently, as an ex-wife, that's the point.

"Oh, welcome"

When the door opened, with the sound, a plentiful, piercing middle-aged man brought in a few offerings.

Around fifty when I was old.

Plenty of gray hair is dandy.

The face reminds me of the deeply carved Arabs.

At first glance, I could tell, I had a merchant-style appearance.

"That's Adolph the butcher. I'm the head of a commercial guild around here, and paying for it is awesome. That man, why don't you put him in your mom's room and tell him to be his own stepwife for three days? Oh, I would have replied."

"Han, I'm sorry to hear that."

I was going to go with a tone that I didn't particularly care about, but it wouldn't even be funny if the woman in front of me said so. Rebecca has been following the back of her hand with a nibbling face about what she mistook.

"Klund, you're a rich man. Honestly......"

"Honestly, what. Don't worry about it."

"I thought you were a vagrant. What, the same jacket as the blurry one?"

I also know they won't point it out. The coats worn by the collectors all the time were frayed and countless tears formed everywhere. Pordina sews it up every day, but clearly it doesn't look good. Some of my wives whispered a novel to turn it into new, but somehow I didn't feel like the fabric was new to my skin. In this sense, the collector was also weirdly stubborn.

"Huh. This is a sign of love."

"What? You take care of what the old lady gave you for the rest of your life? I can't. I can't. Kisho."

"Am I..."

When the collector put the cup down and tried to stare, at the counter, something loud rang that broke.

"Bu, bu, disrespectful. What a heartbeat to that good grass towards a man."

"Ooh, ooh, old body. Have you touched your mind? I just said what I thought I was gonna do."

"What the hell?"

"Speaking of, do you understand? Sophia and you are older than ever. Besides, she's finally agreed to marry me."

"Ugh, no lie! Hey, Lord Sophia. You're lying!

Sophia lay her eyes down awkwardly, and she got annoyed. When Bastian finds out it's reality, he gently calms down and finally pokes his hand at the wall, managing to keep his body pressed.

"Old body. From you, Sophia is a high ridge flower. I don't know if he's a step-elf war hero, but at best he's a mercenary collapse. You know how many high-ranking generals there are and how few military men there are. You, too, would not have suffered if you had lived a good year and not lost your blood, and had put up with just looking at her from afar."

"Alas, the battle is Grandpa's loss. Adolf has a bad personality, but he only has money."

"A war hero? Hey, is that grandpa some kind of celebrity?

"I don't know. I was alienated from the countryside."

"Ah, that. Yeah. But I think I saw him somewhere."

As the collector twirled his empty cup around his fingertips, a mistress named Sophia quickly rushed up to the second floor. Apparently, in the sheath of love, it ended in Adolf's victory.

"He's a shy man. Hey, woman. It's booze."

"Yes, yes."

When Rebecca was called to Adolf, she flew to the counter with Babu, like a well-tamed dog. The Adolphs seem to be celebrating the victory, and they keep their hips calm in the store and drink out. The collector, shruggedly, walked over to the Bastian sitting in the chair at the table with a liquor bottle and a glass.

"And that's why Grandpa. Drink well with each other."

There was no hegemony when I got in the store. The sinking bastians looked small and squishy, as if they were ten years old at once. I forced him to hold the cup and pretend to be a strong distiller. Bastian stared in an unawares direction like dementia for a while, but eventually dried the contents with a trembling cup against his white moustache.

"A flower in a high ridge? Ha. I wonder what he misunderstood when he was a good old man."

When the collector pounded his tongue violently, he threw the cup and turned the liquor bottle upside down and put it on his mouth.

Oops, the brave swallowing noise sounds unusual. A fragment of the thrown away cup touched the butcher Adolph, when the man around him ran straight over to piss off his shoulder and grab it by the collector. The collector slammed the empty liquor bottle on the forehead of the man who jumped at him.

A bloodtide as bright as a rose spread into the void. Rebecca's tall scream sounded like her ears were stuck.

"Holy crap, rambling..."

"Ugh!!

A collector approaches Adolph with a large strand of barbarism. Trying to control it, the butcher's back wipes sank to the floor shortly after blinking. One is a head thrust that boasts a stone-like hardness, the other a fist bone that is as much as a tea bowl. Exactly, Adolf, unable to hide his impatience, tried barely to maintain his stance of being a big man, even though he dripped cold sweat from his double jaw.

"Are you insane, kid? This is near the Knights of Phoenix garrison. If you can touch me with one finger. In a moment, dozens of knights will rush."

"It doesn't matter. First of all, it's not me that competes with you, it's this grandpa. You two compete masculinely, and if you lose, give up about her cleanly. Simple Isbestos."

"I'm not going to make a brazen decision about you and Sophia. Thin or withered, this Adolf is a merchant. Even if they kill me, I won't give up on her."

"Nothing, I'm not trying to get my old man and grandpa to hit one horse. There will be other ways to compete. From what I've seen, your consent to the marriage will be fuzzy anyway."

Adolph finally missed his gaze when he was poked where the pain was. Bastian squirmed his arm and rose to momentum.

"Ki, you. How dare you try to fool Lord Sophia into his tenderness...!

"Hmm. This is about the rush of love. Now, she didn't deny it."

"Calm down, too, Grandpa. A military man and a butcher's jerk slaughtered each other, which is not a fair battle. The way to fight is, um, yeah."

A collector stopped looking at a wide painting on the wall. It was a lovely, purple flower that carefully subsided in the center.

"Hey, Rebecca. What a name the flowers in that painting are. I thought I saw it somewhere. I went all the way to the store, so it would be your favorite."

With a decent eye, the collector pointed to a painting on the wall.

"Those are autumn flowers when it comes to Romless Smiley. As you can guess, it's my mom's favorite."

"Hey, Klando. That's one of the most famous flowers in this country that even Non knows. But no one has seen it bloom most of the time in recent years. Fantasy flowers, so to speak."

"Hmm, bye. That's settled. It's also a heavenly dispensation that paintings like this are convenient."

"Are you insane? The flower belongs to the fall. Even though it is a rare and now frozen winter season"

"So I guess it's easier to make it the subject of the battle. Adolf and Grandpa. Better find Romless Smiley first, win. The one who lost, shut up manly and hitch from your mom. This will do! Fine, fine! The start is when the most dori rings tomorrow. Win or lose, no grudges."

The collector, speaking of unsolicited things, laughed softly with a drunken red face around.