Dungeon+Harem+Master

The Silver Carriage Pavilion was an old wooden architectural tavern on Leasefield Street. The official name of the city's owner, registered with the Commercial Guild, was "Clando Simon," and Lacey Appleyard's name was listed only as her spouse.

In the law of the Romles, it is basically not possible for a woman to stand out and own a land house. It was customary for a wife who had lost her husband to borrow her name and register with a man who was the Lord among her relatives if she were to run various shops.

Again, the builder who owns the property, although not this large, but with a flavor inside and a pretty good location, was generally thought to have done quite "well".

Lacey will be eighteen this year. Not that I'm very young, but in this world, I'm old enough to survive fat, "exactly where I eat." After her father, Bernhard, had fallen, the man who motioned for Lacey appeared, so much so that it was loaded in the car and turned up in the ascent.

Regardless, one of the reasons Lacey herself was a rare beauty, attractive to men, but bigger than that was still this excellent property called this Silver Carriage Pavilion.

Food business gets a dime in it. In particular, the tavern, for some reason, had the magical power of calling people, transforming it into a salon of the artisans and shopkeepers around it, even on days when Lacey, the substantial mistress, would not leave the store, and there was quite always fruitfulness.

Color and greed. Burned by the double cause, the men attacked Lacey, but it was a generation of pleasant boys, Shimen Zao.

The treasurer is a stranger. Even though, in the culture of rejection of new human beings, he entered the pockets of Sulsulu and Lacey, and, no, as a result, officially married and grabbed everything.

Lacey was known to take good care of everyone in the city, but she was known to be firm by the time she was unusual. This time, too, "it would be a little sympathetic…" the men who were taka had to stare at the results with the thought of being exposed to fried tombies. There were some careless ones who would be attacked that if they gave up badly and forced Lacey to become pregnant, she would also be good at it, but it was all repelled by the hands of the collector.

Broken arms, broken legs, choosing sides. It was eliminated by the merciless violence of the possessor without a man of arms pride, a mighty unbridled warrior, or a good-looking man of beauty.

There is one man here. He is a caster man named Russell Pearl. He was one of Lacey's childhood friends and has always liked her since she was a child. Tragedy happens here. It is the emergence of a collector who appears suddenly, almost exclusively as an outlaw.

I was going to apply for a marriage when I could fall in love and work in public - such an arrow put my beloved woman to bed.

That day, Russell, for the first time in months, had returned from a public shop and had made his mind bounce to see Lacey's face for a long time.

(Lacey, would you be happy?

He was running through the city at dusk, with a bouquet of flowers that weren't even in the pattern he bought in the city and the early summer sun was soaking up.

In the year before that, when he returned home, Russell had the courage to invite Lacey to visit the river and had quite a bit of fun. Lacey was famous for her stiffness, never following a man when he invited him to play for years now.

Anyway, even if I ask you out, you say no. It is ok when I assumed so. It was a joy for Russell to rise to heaven as well.

On top of that, I thought, "Next year, when I see you, I want to tell you something important. It's about the future," I let go and let Lacey agree.

As a matter of fact, there was a rather intense temperature difference between the two, but Russell assumed it on his own with his engagement vows, and he was also blowing it to his buddies.

The surroundings, even without knowing the details, knew that Lacey and Russell had been friends since childhood.

On that extension line, some parts of it were perceived in a half-interpreted way that might be the case, which was connected to fuelling Russell's snoring assumptions, but there was no malice in people.

It didn't take much for Russell to taste the pain of his life to the bone marrow after that.

The silver carriage pavilion is open after sundown. I know on my own, my childhood home. He approached the second floor with the large room as he was quick, giddy and stairwelling, no longer feeling, his fiancée being the same and would not be disrespectful, especially if he did not inform him of the visit.

At first, I didn't know what that voice was.

No, I don't want to understand, but my brain defended Russell's mind.

"Oh, or, yes...!

The sight that jumped into my eyes was too cruel for Russell.

In the future, a woman who should be his wife is dancing hard with a silver sweat on her skin.

All the glossy whispers I heard earlier belonged to my beloved Lacey.

White meat and large, tight meat are tangled together like two snakes.

The rabbit, even higher.

Lacey's joyful, trembling waist was enough to destroy Russell's spirit.

My beloved wife combines her skin with a man she doesn't even know, waving her hips and raising her voice joyfully.

I was not forced to, I was accepting myself.

- That was nothing but despair for Russell.

When he butched a bouquet of flowers into a roadside dove, he did not stop at his parents' house, jumped into his lodging and drank to take a bath. Drink and drink. Even if soaked in alcohol by the medulla of the body, the flames of humiliation are not extinguished, and more go-go and firepowder are scattered and burned. He fell seven times on a thin, dirty sheet, stuffy, and exhaled his anger.

The first thing he did was hire a rogue with money he saved so hard to have a belt and erase the man.

but the measure was lightly smashed.

The men, who thought they were reliable, were left to be executed and exposed to the wreckage of Shitsuji.

Knowing that simple violence was as if it didn't work, Russell went on an emotional appeal operation. Lacey has long been a vulnerable daughter to pushing. I can handle it if I can't help but cry it off. Such sweet thoughts were to be unnecessarily smashed.

As for the man named Zao Man, Lacey became as ruthless as she had been in a different mind, and when she flattened Russell, who struck out non, with the kind of eyes she saw filth, she no longer had a glimpse, but left with a puff.

It wasn't Russell who had his self-esteem smashed so far and kept his mouth shut.

Extra cute and a hundred times more hateful.

Trying to force him to bring him into iniquity, he was to be captured by the Knights of Phoenix and sent to jail for a place to rub together on the corner of the street.

This should have been an irrelevant event in Lacey's myriad ordeals that was less dangerous and less than enough to take.

A few months later, Russell shows up in the city again.

- It was the beginning of revenge.

"No, it's been a long time since I showed up at the store."

"Yeah. I've been wondering. Usually, I left it to my friends and Marya..."

Lacey left it to a few people, including her friend, Marya, while she couldn't get out of the store on an adventure.

Regardless, the reward plays quite well. She also said that she had put herself quite a bit into running a store in the past few months, how motivated she was to run it in a pseudo way rather than just exaggerate people. Reported revenue and expenditure reports were also poor, and Lacey's feet, the owner, tended to go away for that matter.

"Uh, what store?"

"Hmm? Yeah. Speaking of which, it wasn't like this before, was it? Was it the grocery store?

Turning to Lacey's strange voice, there was some sort of store in the front of the silver carriage pavilion that smelled like brand new wood that never existed.

At first glance, it is a spicy construction that seems like some kind of food store. Overall, the heterogeneity was remarkable around this area, where the ancient odor construction stood out. The time is, before noon, but I can't feel the popularity. Lacey stopped by to say hello for now because she was across the street and did her hand to the door, but she didn't even freak out because there seemed to be a cannula hanging from inside.

"I'm sorry. Is anybody there? I belong to the silver carriage pavilion across the street."

Lacey frowned shapely with her ears against the doorway. Her puffy lips gradually bend to the letter to. The collector leaned in with his nostalgia and explored what was going on around him, but the window inside had been dropped with armor and he could not peek.

"That's crazy. I wonder if anyone is here. I wonder if it's a shop that opens at night."

"If you're not sure, why don't you ask the neighbors?

"So is that. Oh, uncle. Long time no see."

"Oh, Lacey, and it's been a long time since you've seen Klander."

As the collectors wrapped their necks around the deck of the mysterious store, they spoke out because they saw a hiding place in the corner store where they were trading cigarettes. Concealment is almost seventy years old, but the skin is glossy.

I wondered if I had any leisure time, and when I stopped by with a nostalgic face, I opened my mouth wide full of nice teeth and laughed cheerfully.

"Ooh, Grandpa. How are you?"

"Ouch. Good health, I hope, but the cold has been staining my bones lately. I'll only do it when Ohisa is out like she is today. What is it, Lacey? Shall we go into the store? Anything but night."

"Grandpa Rufus. I was wondering if you knew if I was running a shop here."

"Come on. I don't know because Noh eats mesh and falls asleep before sundown. But the young ones, they seem to be going in the middle of the night. Meshi Shop. How much is a drinker around here, including you? Not to mention the taste of shops and buildings later."

"Hmm. Like the silver carriage pavilion, I wonder if it's a liquor store. Well, as a colleague, we'll just stick together."

"Lacey. In the meantime, let's go into the store. Don't you look at me after sundown? Hey, it's getting cold. It's early, it's hot, but I can't put one on."

"Uh, yes, yes. No more. Not yet, because the sun is high, but it still doesn't tease me. Hey, Cland. Oh, no. I knew it. Ah! Bye, Grandpa. I saw one of ours, so here it is. Ah. Or do you want to join us? I'll make you some tea."

"No, no, thank you for inviting me, guys, but there's going to be a stopover for the city. Jizzy, I don't want to see them. Also, invite me."

When the collectors dropped off old Rufus, they entered the silver carriage pavilion only, or quickly, in their footsteps.

"Ugh. Something smells like mold..."

"Well, what about this Arisa?"

As soon as I entered the store, a moist odor poked my nose. Inside the store, it was somewhat cluttered, and a large amount of cobae wanted on the plates and leftovers that had been scattered on the table. You haven't even ventilated in a while, or the jittery air sticks around your skin. Lacey, when she revealed her wrath with Wana Wana, used her bragging throat to exasperate reluctantly.

"Marya! Miriam! Ange!! Where the hell are you!! What the hell does this mean?!!

"Cancer!?

The collector standing next to him sat on the spot, eating the ultrasound twitching treble, either fatally damaged by the triple tube or unable to stand, dancing flirtatiously.

"Ah! Oh, I'm sorry! 'Cause I never thought this was happening in the store. Still, those guys. Where are you going? Mm-hmm. I won't forgive you at all!! Get ready. Yo!

"Hey. Wait a minute."

Lacey hugs the keeper and lets him sit in his chair, he rushes out like a wild running horse and storms upstairs in an instant.

The collector glanced at the cluttered store as he exhaled deeply, dizzying. Once, Lacey was sweeping in the woods, the counter, the table and the floorboards are scattered around the gutters, like after the storm struck her.

That must have happened lazily at something, but only as lamentable as it was from the keeper of knowing the times.

Lacey said she had left the store to Marya while she was away. She was classified as somewhat neurotic in character, one of Lacey's friends and collector, who knows but always trims herself nicely and doesn't tolerate one glass of fingerprints.

I mean, I don't think I'm gonna leave this far behind unless something happens.

For one thing, as I sneezed loudly and then slowly headed upstairs, I heard a kinky, fierce curse. It's Lacey. In a hurry, when I went to the large room once used by the collector, there was Lacey, who looked like a ghost, covering Marya's eyes whirling in sheets as she buried herself in a pile of liquor bottles and impeaching it.

Lacey is a basic, forgiving person.

Even people who seem so perfect always make mistakes.

That was because I knew it was an incompletely born, insurmountable sex.

On the other hand, in terms of intentional savotage, rather harsh words stood out than normal.

From her policy, if you can't do it, you can't help it, but the act of throwing it from the beginning without trying is out of the question.

Lacey, physically and mentally, had the harshness not to acknowledge the laziness and renunciation of others.

She has a long track record of serving up a silver carriage pavilion where my father and I will remember my mother.

Nevertheless, after Bernhard's death, he maintained it without crushing the store.

Therefore, I still could not forgive the fact that my friend, who trusted me and entrusted me with everything, betrayed it.

Marya, to begin with, had fallen asleep listening to Lacey's words in a fluttering manner, but when Lacey's voice was all over her tears, she finally cried out like a woe and a child.

As it was, if we couldn't pack it up, the collector went in between in anticipation of the situation.

As a matter of fact, Mary had a good one.

"Bullshit!?

"Really? Here lately, all the time. If I leave the store's delivery outside, they steal it or they smash it with dirt. Plus, I don't know. A bunch of scary customers come over and make a mess of themselves in the store. Miriam and Ange stopped coming to work scared. But I was just trying my best to open a store, and then, in the meantime, I had a store I wasn't sure about. The regulars, they all took it from you. Trying to get outside, strange people follow me. You're about to get attacked in an alley. I couldn't get out to get help. Sorry, I'm sorry, Lacey. I was entrusted with the store, but I couldn't cut it up properly. I can't even get mad at you. It's my fault."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Hey. Me, no, I had no idea that...!

When Lacey cuddled with Marya, she shuddered herself in tears as if she were a toddler. The collector, whispering his ear shit with his pinky fingers, was now blurry about what Marya was going to do.

"How long should I cry? In the meantime, split up and clean up."

The collector made a scathing cry to drive the two of them out of stress and headed downstairs to start cleaning up the store. Not that the crow who cried now laughed, but seeing friends for a long time made me laugh back at the two women to see if I could rebuild my nearly broken spirit.

Fine. He was the keeper of the tail, but his household skills were disastrous. Poorly handled, and eventually Lacey and Marya completed most of the cleaning, but in that regard, what's not to complain about, especially, is something like his unique "virtue"? Forgive me because I am a collector, I would also be a personality. They took the initiative to clear the store, even though Locke couldn't clean it, and, in fact, they were appreciating his actions, which they challenged. Before dusk, I managed to get a piece all the way on, but I couldn't possibly open the store because of the ingredients. The silver carriage pavilion is a liquor store, and the variety and quantity we have is a level that we can hardly emulate overnight, but if we can't get one of the knobs out, opening it was a long time ago.

"They might come back."

"Marya......"

Two beautiful places.

For now I make a face and wear a dress, but my expression was dark.

"Let's do something cheerful."

"Ugh."

As the collector opened the mouth of the liquor bottle, Lacey raised her face and sang in a voice that often passed as she stood on a platform a step higher in the store. I rinsed the alcohol into a glass, enjoyed the aroma, and then poured the amber liquid into it. It is a high volume liquor. Swallow the liquid while twitching and paralyzing your head at the unspoken scent. As the throat-burning, crisp heat ran, and it slipped down onto his stomach following his esophagus, the pleasant warmth of his intestines running through his body like a fire.

As you can see, Marya, with makeup on her dark eyes, knocks the dress in so much cut that her chest is about to spill, at a slightly tough angle, and replaces it with an empty glass. I masterfully hide it with my eyeshadow, but my eyes are somewhat swollen because of the crying. She, too, would have really liked to escape, but still kept waiting for Lacey by herself was quite healthy. Feeling her spine trembling in colour, she pulled her hips out of the feeling chair, looking up at her with a sad face and lust of things.

"Hey, Klando."

"What?"

"Thanks for coming with Lacey. After all, only women are careful."

"That's okay, bye. What's wrong with your usual condition? You don't look like you."

"Oh, it's terrible."

I laughed at Marya as she welcomed her slightly curly brunette with her fingertips as she regained her energy.

"Nah. Keep up the good work with Lacey."

"You don't have to tell me. I'll do it!

"I'm fine, I'm out."

"Yeah. After all, thanks"

Marya's smile. Suddenly, it caught on violently to the sound of a kicked through.

"Ah, ah, ah. Looks like we're here again. Those guys..."

"All right. I'll take care of it. Stay back with Lacey."

Kicking the swing door at the entrance, a poorly resembled man appeared, collectively, about five.

"No, whoa. Marya, I'm here to see you tonight for a bully!!

"Whoa, what the hell. Tonight, you have some friends!

"Oh? I decorated the store so that the oilers would look better, but you can't. Damn, tonight's the night you have to physically pay for it. Ah! Oh, come on!

"Don't be ridiculous. Every day, every day, you can eat and drink for free and do whatever you want without paying Bitych! But it's not going to be the way it always is tonight! We have strong allies over here!

Marya, yelling thoughtfully to clear the depression she had been exposed to, kicked the unreliable men with their faces out of the treasurer's shoulders.

Lacey was not particularly scared of how many adventures she was on her stomach, and when she stopped singing, she moved quietly and stood next to the collector.

"Whoa. If you look at it this close, you'll see how good it is. Oh, my God, what a name. Huh! hehe. After all, you can do it on your own for a good value. If you like my stuff, you might want to pay for it! Whatever, mine is extraordinary, even among my people! How much, sleazy whore, once tasted, is enough to dream!

In the man, presumably a leader, the redhead around thirty, that much so, watched Lacey's lines lick the dress that surfaced perfectly, making him laugh.

"Welcome home"

"To?"

"This is not a place where, like you guys, you go in and out more like you treat a woman like a whore. I formally refuse to accept the Silver Carriage Pavilion!

"Heh heh! Hey Omei, did you hear that!? This sister says we're not fit to go in and out of this store! Takaka, the whore style of the drinker slapped her big mouth. Whoa! Omei, hey. Hey, nathan. What the hell are you doing? Ah!?"

"Hey, are you upset? Hey guys!!

"Oh, it's not annoying. Damn, I'm dying to get busted again. Xysi."

"Hey, after the riot, I think I'm gonna want a woman. Take care of these two until morning responsibly, don't give them a break. Whoa!"

A man in good shape leaves one step ahead with Zui. At the same time, the collector broke in front of his jacket and poked his right hand horizontally, like covering Lacey.

"What is it, this brother? People ignored it!

"Until now, I've been bullshitting you, and I haven't talked to you about a single thing. Let's cool off! Don't! Don't! Biological laws are the source of injuries! Me, I put it on my arm, it's pretty good. Ah? Try dying at the top, hey!

One of the men. Licking the collector, he stuck his arm forward unsecured in an attempt to grab his chest.

Surely a man, one head is taller than a hundred and eighty-three possessors, a big man.

And his arms, like the trunk of a tree, were savvy, and thick in flesh.

The collector twisted up in momentum as he grabbed the stretched man's wrist.

Boogie, and.

A hard, dull noise rang oddly.

"Ah?"

Dumb voice of a man. Almost at the same time, his wrist, on his own arm, was bent to the point where his armor was perfectly stuck, and part of his white bone was exposed, breaking through his skin.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!?

As the man paled his face, he crouched in holding his right wrist and smothered violently as he cried and cried.

"Ah! Oh, my God. Yeah! Suddenly, what the fuck! What a cancer!

One of his werewolf companions rang nonchalantly against the deeds of the treasurer with a high voice.

"Oui. Come and fight. You won't. Besides, it's a lot easier to figure this one out than chatting a mess, right? Huh?"

"No kidding!

"Kill him!!

Two men with blood on their heads. Straight from the front, grabbing it. The treasurer opened his body and threw his left foot. The kicked men, when they fell on their faces as they tangled, struck the floorboards, sounding like miserable losers at once high.

As the collector nibbled and invited him, when he came, one man pulled a short knife out of his nostrils, glittering his murderous eyes.

No more licking alarm.

The man seems to have some, martial arts savvy, filling the distance with cat legs while keeping himself low.

"Brother, we did it right. From now on, if I cry and apologize, I won't take it back."

"Right."

The collector made sure that when he pulled the long sword from each sheath out of his hips, he took it on his shoulders and went one step forward unconstitutionally.

Short knife man. Deciding to be a false pretense, he has stuck his arm forward in a hip-free motion.

The cutting edge is obviously not the center of the body, but is aimed at the arm. I am not willing to take it to life.

It was a halfway attack, that if you hurt any part of your body, you would lose your mind.

The opposing collector quickly pulled himself out of his sheath, returning the peak and releasing the slaughter without hesitation.

The Holy Sword “Black Lion” is itself a long sword of weight.

Though I used a bladeless peak, it would not have been able to resist it with the strength of the human body if I could have stood up to it.

Gosh, there was a blunt sound of bone crushing.

The wrist of the man with the short knife was splendidly smashed and bent in an unexpected direction.

The man continued to spit a long scream out of his throat, rolling to the floor, bitterly distressed.

"I'm not kidding! I wonder if we can kill each other with that kind of money!!

"Let him go!!

The last one left turned his heel back with the throwaway dialogue.

The collector threw the sheath he had in his left hand as he exhaled sharply, aiming at the man's leg.

The sheath thrown in a pure spin entangled the man's foot to deprive him of his liberty and cause him to fall.

Eh, and I kick the floorboard and descend on the back of a man lying down.

He flexed his knee and slammed it into the middle of his defenseless spine, like a missile.

"Ooh!!

And the cloudy sound flowed, and the man suffered like a mad monkey.

It was the knee kick of the treasurer that broke the man's spine brilliantly.

Looking back, Lacey and Marya are holding the chair upside down and slamming hard at the two men who fell entangled.

One of the blood-soaked men was incontinent, wetting his face with tears and blood, begging for his life.

"Ta, tau. Takeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

"No. I won't let you loose!

The legs of a chair that Marya shook down all over Todome were poked into the man's mouth.

Yellow teeth fly, sliding floorboards and dispersing around.

The gaze of Marya and the possessor, who watched the act in awe, staggered.

"Take a look! Yay, yay! Bubba."

Marya grinned with satisfaction, glowing and chewing at the collector as she plucked her sweaty forehead with her fist.