Dungeon+Harem+Master

"... and well. I want to know where the Romless Smiley is blooming because it's only a matter of time. Easy to understand, tell me."

The collector dried the rest of the liquor bottle on the table, one swallowed, with red eyes, and went to the rudge where he sat opposite him.

"Yeah. Okay."

"Okay, hurry up. Don't guzzle, hold down the gist and explain Pleas"

"It turns out you're not willing to explain to me what started it."

Rudge sighed small, fingering the liquor bottle that was rolling on the table and putting his long legs together to make it look even more special. The collector gasped Rudge's black garter and scratched his sleeping hair as he ran his drunken red eyes around. In the store, other than the Bastians, I can only see Rebecca cleaning. The butcher Adolphe party had disappeared a long time ago, and the liquor store "Walnut” had an idle, sad atmosphere.

"What are you talking about? Anyway, take your time. Talk to me in order from the beginning. Oh, and the clerk. Have a glass of light for me, too. My throat is raging from the mansion."

"Yes, sir"

Rebecca quickly moves to the counter and begins to prepare, as if she had been barometrically pressured by an intelligent beauty who is drifting the aristocratic atmosphere of another world. Rudge sighed, sighing her elongated fingers at the hair on her ear.

"Nevertheless, at midnight like this, I had no idea you were dropping off a Ket Sea express flight. For a moment, I was worried something had happened. Besides, nobody in the mansion seems to care less. It's natural to rub your mind. Damn it, nightfall is a big enemy of your skin. You have no idea. Even I've been worried about a lot of things lately. Think about it. More or less -"

"Okay, okay. Damn, you've been preaching lately."

"Hmm!?

When Rudge was lightly shocked, Rebecca had a nervous face and brought the liquor.

"Thank you for waiting"

"Hey, Rudge. Here comes the booze. Hey. No, I can't hear you..."

Rudge holds his head in a puffy tremor like a newborn deer.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey."

Rebecca began a whisper when she gently put her face close to the collector's ear.

"It's you."

"This one. I don't care what you think, you're not a nobleman. Otherwise, it's pretty upper class. Anyway, it doesn't have to be. Amazing beauty. What does it have to do with gorots like you? It's not a mismatch."

"Hehe. Care? She's cute, my wife."

"Shh!!

"You guys. I can almost hear you."

The resurrected rudge went quiet half-eyed. Rebecca, I don't believe it! And when I shouted, I opened my eyes wide and circled around her with my basin, twisting my neck and pulling it into the back of the counter.

"I'm a troubled widow. Nevertheless, Klando. I didn't hear you were close to the general. [M] General, I apologize for the delay in greeting you. Looks magnificent, more importantly."

"How long has it been since you've been here? No, you're embarrassed without even noticing. I hear wild things, but what is this young man..."

"This is my wife Rudge. Victoria, I married you at your discretion. Nor would I have taken a step out of the mansion, chained together, if I had known my husband would bother the general."

"Hey, what the hell are you talking about?"

The collector was briefed by Rudge as he arrived here and found out that the old master in front of him was a fierce general who waved fame extraction in the Step Elf War. The collector also finishes talking about his grooming after entering the store. Rudge frowned slightly as he dried about half the contents of the glass, touching his lips with his long fingers.

"Also, stick your neck in something I don't know. No, excuse me. I don't care what I think here. In short, he wants to get a Romless Smilet that he doesn't know if there is or isn't, before Adolph, the general's competitor."

"I want it, not get it! That's it, and this grandfather will be ready."

"Hey..."

"No, Lord Rudge. He's right. This could have been a good opportunity. Non may have always been looking for a reason not to tell Lord Sophia how he feels. That Adolph and Lord Krund made me realize."

"That's right! Grandpa, its intent!! As you find the flowers, push them down!!

"Klund. I knew you'd be drunk. Yeah, I know exactly how Lacey feels."

"Non also manly prepares to confess. It's not like I want to live in death."

"... General, don't be too impressed by this idiot either. It's like being manly and not thinking about it. And if there's a place that seems to be growing out of season, there's only one place I can think of."

According to Rudge's story, last year, during an academic investigation, he saw an out-of-season crowd of Romless Smiles flocking in the small, tall mountains of the northwest where he walked about two days on foot from outside the castle. Romless smileys are beautiful, but not particularly rare and somewhat commonplace.

"However, I can assure you there will never be one in the florist. The only way to get it is to go to Mount Tirat."

"Well, I'll just go with Grandpa."

"Don't be rude like that again. I thought this was gonna happen."

"Sleep till dawn, then let's leave. I need you to borrow my horse. Two heads."

"... I'll be damned. I'm worried about you."

"Fine. I'm not a kid. Don't follow me."

Rudge left the store silently, biting his lips slightly as the collector waved his flickering hand telling him to go quickly.

"Lord Kurand. The place is what they told me, and it's painful to follow any further. You should not return with your wife..."

"That's okay, Grandpa. It's a boat we boarded. We'll get to the end of this. Plus, sometimes I want to move my body. It's a little picnic."

"Lord Klund...... But now the fairness of the battle."

"Get out of the way, that old man Adolph won't look for you with his own hands. Forced troops, but if you find them by tomorrow and come back, you'll be fine. Better yet, I'll sleep till sunrise. Rebecca! Somebody, tell me where I can lie down. You can have your room. Sleep with me at last."

"I won't tell you when I'm dead. Still, you were a great man, Grandpa. Um, you should call me Bastian, okay?"

"It doesn't matter if you're a grandfather. It's personal to be here."

"Oh? So, Grandpa, will you come upstairs with me?

"Hey, you've got a lot different attitude than me."

"Hmm. If you have such a beautiful wife, you can't win. You're not eligible."

"Isn't that nice? Without diminishing..."

"What's going to decrease?

"Oh, Rudge. You're early."

"Totally you are, this is it as soon as you look away. General. If he cheats on you, give him a relentless opinion. I hope you don't mind."

"Ha. Leave it to me. Though my opinion is a little harsh with the army."

"Yes, no problem"

"Yes, you don't! Stop talking about bullying."

When the collector pointed his lips with a bitter look, they all laughed out loud. On his way home, Rudge left with a thick kiss and a hard face to leave. As Rebecca looked sideways at it, she just pulled up to the employee room upstairs. In the end, both the collector and the Bastian decided to give up lying on the sleeping table and rest their bodies until dawn in the store.

"Non is used to military journeys. Right here."

Bastian snored as he sat in his chair and let him bring his back to the wall. Is it the secret to long survival on the battlefield that you can eat at any time and sleep anywhere?

On the other hand, when the collector fell asleep on the floorboard without hesitation, he wrapped his coat around his body and closed his eyes while lying down. Mostly animals.

Pai Dawn, in the dark, the two set off towards Mount Tirat, northwest of the castle. The zodiac's riding skills are little different from those of an amateur. Bastian taught me tricks on how to ride without the wind I particularly cared about and on the contrary by being silly polite.

As he drove his horse to Totco, he passed an emotional forest, ran through a reddish earth, and went out on a sleek plain. In a land almost invisible to its end, there is an unreliable farmway through which the shadow of a crude populist dotted with potpouts can be seen. Asking the wild returning people if it was a lunch break, they found out that it was not that far to the mountain of purpose. The collector, who got shabby on the horse, spoke to the old man as he walked next door, licking the candy Rudge had given him.

"Hey."

"What?"

"For your information, what did you like about the general?

"At first, I only thought she was my subordinate's wife. Anyway, Lord Sophia is a careful man. It has been nearly twenty years since he lost his ex-wife. In the military, you do everything around you on your own, but after all, when you put your sleeves through clothes in the hands of a lady, the difference in needle carrying and politeness is due to cloud muddy differences. Somehow, I can't do it myself, but in my chest all the time, that guy's face started to float. Ha. It wasn't worth the age, and it ended like hanging out with such a young man. I fell in love with Sophia, but if you're a young man who feels like the Lord, you've given up. Only that Adolph, I can't help it. Lord Sophia is beautiful. I understand that my job is also a liquor store and I have to sell my favorites. I was so unconvinced to think that it would subside on such Adolph's posterior wife and become that man's. I can't talk to anyone about this. I'm old enough to stay away from my grandson."

"That's stupid. That means I fell in love with a woman. Grandpa, your life hasn't been long. I don't know how long I've lived here, but I think I've come this far to regret it."

"Lord Krund."

"I don't know if it won't bear fruit, but in the world, I don't know the battle until I wear waste. Believe me, you should have tried watering the dead trees. I don't care what people think, if you try what you want, you'll be convinced. And, well, the chatter is like this far away."

When the collector stopped the horse, Bastian reacted to the approaching killing and pulled out his long sword. Beyond the hills were several stuffy pastel-green objects.

"That, hornfrog. Monsters that live around here."

The horses, realizing the presence of the monster, began to storm in a fierce manner.

You can't fight while riding an unbraked horse. Get off the horse and miss it to the rear village. The collectors slowly climbed the sloping hills as they set up their armor, the Eggs.

"You don't have time to dodge it."

"Uhm. Besides, Kisha Ra attacks the village livestock and eats it. If we keep a few of them here, the innocent people will be meddling."

Hornfrog.

It is an omnivorous monster that inhabits the entire Romeless territory.

Even the larger ones do not exceed four metres in height, but during the rainy season they lay their eggs pocky and are pests that attack crops and livestock. The whole body is conspicuous pastel green and inhabits wetlands and loose rivers. Characteristic is the large single corner growing on the forehead. It is well known to hit prey with a strong leap force, to hurt and weaken it with proud horns before swallowing it whole.

"Hii, fu, mii, i. Do you want to clean up and move on?"

The collector kicked the soil and ran out as he laid the holy sword “Black Lion” on his hips horizontally. Bastian follows it. Hornfrog jumped sharply like a bullet as he honked down his throat.

"This one."

The collector slammed the blade as he opened his body and thumped the blow of the horn that was rolled out.

Along with the dull sound of beating the meat, the blue and white body fluids splashed.

Frog legs roll over the grass in pieces and a thousand cuts. Bastian stabbed the blade and stabbed Todome in the crisp white belly of a hornfrog who was no longer able to move.

Three left.

Because of his low intelligence, I guess he can't understand what it means to die a fellow.

Keep going, he jumps at me with a corner like a bullet. The collector avoided obliquely and waved the blade with one hand. I guess I hit a moro on the hard corner. I almost accidentally removed my sword and a cold sweat appeared on my neck muscle.

(Holy shit! Try banging Conkli!!

A corner of about thirty centimeters is itself a sharp blade. As the collector took his distance while rolling, he saw Bastian swinging his sword quickly and slapping Hornfrog in the face. It is such a tough sword that it cannot be thought to be over seventy years old. The collector quickly shook down the sword in his reverse hand as he jumped on one who was conscious of the Bastian and exposed his defenseless back. The body surface of the hornfrog is covered with a unique null mucus, which cannot be grasped for long periods of time.

"Ahhh."

Occasionally dressed to be shaken off to the ground. The collector swallowed soil into his mouth in a clap as he hit his face on the ground.

"Ugh. Peeps."

As he shook his head to the left and right and soiled it off, he caught sight of a leaping hornfrog and an old swordsman in the void. As Bastian pounded a knee on the ground, Hornfrog was slashed diagonally through his torso to raise a fierce severed demon. It's also a familiar way to make light noises and wiggle blood.

Sometimes, when I was feeling ill-determined, I realized once again. I don't have a sword. That should be it, too, with a buckthorn on his back, the hornfrog jumped pimply, and the distant hindsight appeared in his eyes. It is the only weapon, and a famous sword that is unlikely to be obtained no matter how much gold it is piled away. His whole body grew all hairy, and a grain of cold sweat sprang up on his back, all at once.

"Way! Way, way, way!! Stay here, you gorota!

Regardless, there's no way that words can make sense to frog flair.

Just before Hornfrog was about to disappear across the forest.

Cutting the wind, several daggers stood in a steep spot of hornfrog to his eyeballs, chest and belly.

"Hmm?

One elf, a thin, crisp line, appeared from the green muddy grass as the collector, who was a little half crying, stopped rushing over.

"Mr. Klando. Are you all right?"

"Loulou!

Beautiful elves with long hair and leather monogarments, when they hold the Black Lion in their devotion, soak up the dirt and offer it.

"Welcome home, My Sword. Well done, well done, Loulou."

"Mr. Klando. I was just watching Karen from the shadows."

"Likes good chives"

"Ahem. Crand. Well."

When the collector was in good shape and gudged his elf's sexy belt, his long ear, Loulou flamed his eyes with fever, twisting and twisting.

"Mm-hmm. Lord Klund, the woman is familiar..."

"It's my loyal servant, Loulou."

Loulou thanked you for just knowing Bastian's face.

"Anyway, more comforting people, and let's move on crisp"

"Right."

That's what happened.

Add Loulou to your offering and hurry ahead.

But I was either lost or lost.

"Well, if you don't take the map and act on it, don't do it."

The collectors, intending to return to the city in one day, were lost in the valley they had entered, and the sun had already set when they returned to their original place. There is no chance that Adolph the butcher is getting an out of season romless smile in one day. It is my own business. In that case, the Bastians would suffer defeat without passing on their thoughts.

"Hey, seriously, I'm sorry"

"Lord Klund. Don't let that get you down. This is pretty fun wow."

"Mr. Klando. Tea has boiled."

"Ooh."

The three men packed their portable food into their bellies, surrounding the fire, as they laid down their place under the tree of the small trunk. Whether it is summer or winter, it is the iron rule that keeps the fire alive when in the wild. Even in the middle of summer, temperatures remained rapidly falling, and flames were needed as lights to detect burglar and beast raids.

"And the general. Nothing much, but to spoil it."

"What. This lavish flame is more than anything else."

Bastian scratched the dried meat offered by Loulou, showing his sturdy teeth for his age.

And the keeper, when he sipped a cup of tea, slowly tasted the shredded meat handed to him, crushing it in small pieces. Although not otherwise delicious, such as dried meat, persistent chewing was a way to lure saliva over time and give the brain a sense of fullness with a small amount of food.

"I wish the weather would be here in a few days."

As the collector chewed the muggle meat and threw his legs out to stare at the full starry sky, Loulou looked up to heaven with his long ears hiked.

"Probably three more days."

Roulou, a meadow elf, is far better at detecting climate change than the human race. I don't know the point, but when it comes to her being sunny, she'll be fine first. With the extreme temperature drop, the sky is more beautiful and clear than usual. The glittering stars had a good economy, like flipping a jewelry box. If you look at it, Loulou's face is usually cold. She loved wild air more than the city.

"It's cold."

"Sort of."

"Ah."

The collector pushed his coat left and right like a bat, involving Loulou's body into it.

"Well, I urged you to. Ha. Phew."

"You're on fire."

The collector hugs Louloulou all the time as he scuffs his earlobes. Bastian laughed happily as he showed his white teeth.

"Preferring hero colors is about this. Why don't we just take a few seats off?

"Unfortunately, it would be a disgrace if they did it while you were up and down outside. Somehow, but I also feel like another wave is coming. Don't worry about it."

"Crand. Well."

"What are you so sloppy about?"

"Don't burn the general either."

When the collector revealed his willingness to resist silently, he glanced deeply at his coat over his nose, embracing Louloulou. Nevertheless, I never sleep fully. The right hand was always in a position to pull out the long sword at any time to prepare for the outside enemy. Only the sound of dead trees blowing up quietly lies in the dark.

Has Bastian distracted him, turning his back on this side, resting with his sword in his arms? If it stuck together perfectly, there was heat for both of us, warmer in the coat than I thought.

Loulou, at first, seemed to be awake with care, but in time he found himself asleep due to the looseness of his body. Exactly, Bastian will be awake, but he can't even let himself fall asleep much younger and physically fit. It's pretty hard to keep your eyes open and be careful not to fall asleep. I opened my thin eyes and as I looked at the moon, time passed as I looked at it.

I wonder how long it's been falling. I woke up to the sound of my approaching horseshoe. Seeing, Bastian has already stood up and put his hand on the sword pattern.

"Loulou. Get up. Something's coming."

"Funya..."

Speaking of which, once she fell asleep, she was the unwaking nature of "The People" inside.

In the chest of the treasurer, how relieved he was, Loulou had no way of waking up late, like a chick sleeping wrapped in mother bird feathers. Still, the world is already beginning to awaken.

- You're here.

From the other side of the dim darkness, you noticed the intense killing of your hissing and pressing, and you could see Loulou in your arms moving his jittery hands and feet. The dawn was already that far away. The collector held his breath and diligently counted the enthusiasm as he painted his surroundings. Approximately, twenty. You must be a mobster or a burglar. A single arrow stood at his feet as he turned his neck to shake off the killing that wrapped around Jiri. The enemy has the tools to fly. Thin, long, exhaling, the man who remained on the hook showed himself near the incendiary fire.

When I was old, twenty would be there. The characteristic long ear had indicated that it was an elf.

He has unusually high nose beams and seems to have nervous eyes.

Overall skinny, but not weak.

I got the impression of a well-polished knife.

Like a hungry tiger wolf, he brightens his suspicious eyes. I did, and it was a rough look that I didn't like to get close to.

The man groaned low as if he had been punched in the stomach when he saw the face of the Bastian and the collector.

Then, when he slapped his knee and gave a fierce laugh, he turned his staring hot eyes to both of them.

"This is God bless you. Now, in such a place, my sorrow shall come to fruition -"

"What are you talking about?"

"Though I didn't think I knew any bandits."

"My name is Glendor. He is the nephew of the hero BattleSeek. There it is, Bastian Beltz, a famous Romless general who knows nothing about the old man. And you must be the one to see my uncle as a clandestine warrior!! It has been my lifelong grief not to leave you!!

"This is the remnant of BattleSeek."

The elf's fighting spirit, named Glendor, swelled up by the time he didn't break through the heavens. Enemy shadows that consolidate their surroundings without alarm can also be considered defeated elf soldiers.

"Why? That honorable warrior will kill you surrounded by such an old man and two others"

"Hung, there's the traitor Loulou."

"You know him?

"Yes. When I was in the king's formation, a little"

"Betraying my honorable clan, I have a single stomachache with a human slave...! It's Loulou. After slaughtering Bastian and Klund, I'll execute you in an honorable way that will pass on to the clan, so stay tuned."

"Mr. Loulou, Mr. Loulou. By the way, can I ask you about that honorable execution?

"Mr. Klando. What Glendor is saying is an execution from within, which is passed on to the people of the meadows. They pack sinners in leather bags, they carpet them invisible, and they drive horseback riding from them."

I imagined. It is a rather brutal sight. The treasurer stuck out Vero with his face in his face.

"Isn't that mince"

"Yes, it's a mince"

"Hamburg, right?"

"It will be roughly ground for you"

It was a troubled method of execution.

If you look, Loulou's lips are blue and white and bloody. The collector stroked his little head pounding as he grabbed his shoulder.

"Mr. Klund..."

"And, well, it's that some women are scared like this. Let's hit this place like a man. Or what? All the meadow warriors must be about time, can't they call me a pee chick?

"That's a cheap provocation. But don't worry. I watched you and Battleseeker fight with these eyes. Impudent, I can't move a single step through that place, men's lifelong unconsciousness. From the start, I'm going to take a ride. Rest assured. First, Klando. After I raise you to the Blood Festival, Bastian is next. And in Loulou's order."

Glendor exhaled deeply as he jumped off the horse, putting up his spear. As he gently raised his right hand, a densely approaching horde of killers was distracted.

But I can't feel safe. What hasn't changed? When the collector glanced at Bastian, he tried to cover Loulou and put a big body forward for his age. In times of need, it would be a sign of willingness to let her escape by the will of a man.

Again facing Glendor. I understood the level of skill.

(These guys are the hardest to do...)

Elf warriors couldn't even find the chronic heart or crevice to lick the keeper from the start.

Glendor had a single spear about a meter and a half short in his right hand and a circular shield on his left. The size of the shield is approximately fifty centimeters. The ease of handling will be excellent.

In a fiery struggle, my back got soaked up.

I can't feel the freezing cold in the winter like ripping my cheeks.

The collector slowly caught sight of his opponent while holding the holy sword "Black Lion” in the lower section.

The world is repainted like full of blue and white water.

When he swallowed his breath small, Glendor kicked the ground and ran out.