Dungeon+Harem+Master

The first thing I noticed in that footsteps was still Pordina. A little late, Sarah stiffened herself.

The other slaves are considerably inferior to the Pordinas, who are the Werewolves in hearing.

"Guys, get back in the corner of the room. Look, come on."

"What is it?

"No, come on! Stand back!"

The women, fearful of the fierce Pordina with their sharp canine teeth stripped out, hardened away from the door and into the corner of the room. That much was said, and they heard from around them, the sound of cursing and things being destroyed, and they showed fierce fright.

"What, what. What is it?

Piruyo's faint voice coincided with the entrance door being kicked through. Pordina lowers herself and takes a fighting stance. Sarah is also roaring low with her hair upside down, in the instinct of the Beast clan.

After all, the men who appeared from the entrance were uninvited guests, no matter what they saw.

About six in all. My face is completely wearing a black eyed hat so that I don't know who I am. The forehead section is marked with a design staggered with paintings inspired by swords and collars.

Each wears leather armor with a sense of unity and maximum regard for ease of movement. Pordina determined from their regular stride and gaze distribution that they were specially trained warriors.

(These men. Quite, I can. Even if it strikes, it can't be annihilated)

With his excellent warrior sense of smell, Pordina instantly weighed the strength of the men he faced. Whether you're running away on your own, you're not the one to feel so critical, but at least behind your back, there's just four slave women holding back.

Sarah will be able to fight quite a bit, even if she's not trained, but that's only for her regular opponents. At least, the men in front of us were one-man warriors of considerable skill.

They each have a curved gluca knife in their hands. On his back, he was carrying a bow and arrow, watching this one with cold eyes.

Even while I'm doing this, yelling and screaming are flying from the other side of the open door.

My intestines are going to twist off due to intense tension and stress.

(What is Victoire or Hannah doing? Oh, your husband......!

If you think of the danger of the collector, you're going to burn this body with a sense of impatience. Pordina remained silent, packing the distance between Girizilli and the enemy. No. They're combat professionals.

You must have seen yourself and decided you were quite a dangerous opponent. The three men in the front row are pointing the tip of the gluca knife this way in a guardless stance.

The consciously stretching and contracting nails were aligned and put out. A blow can sever a human's nasty neck or something. Can one swing, two, kill at the same time?

I'm suddenly thirsty. The women behind it, they just don't call me gay-gay, that's all. My whole body hair is reversed to the point of hair production.

Instinctively, I feel the impending killing in the back of my chest, and excitement similar to sexual pleasure gradually paralyzes me through my head.

Now, exactly as I was about to run out, when I put a good force on my heels, out of the black group, a voice leaked out of place.

"Sarah. Could it be Sarah?

"The voice. Hello, young master!

"Sarah!"

Pordina clapped out. Sarah, the slave, rushed over and hugged the man who threw the knife away and ran out, slackening his killing temper until a moment ago.

"Oh. It's a lie. No way, this is it. God......! This, this."

"Young master. How could you be in a place like this? What's that outfit?

When the man took off his eye-catching hat, he smiled somewhere weak, holding Sarah in his arms and leaking a low whimper. It was a very sad place.

The men that were surrounding him, like, oh man, keep peeling their hats off.

All in their twenties to early thirties.

They were youths with younger, clearer eyes and a more refreshing impression than you can imagine.

"You guys are. Aren't you a thief?

"It's a good idea. We are not your enemies. I'd rather be on my side."

Among the men, a tall man with one head jumped through responded with a low, sinister baritone.

Probably the leader of a group. He is also the oldest. The amount of hair is plentiful, but white is noticeable during hairline. Half his face is covered with a splendid jaw.

Approximately, about the early fifties? I couldn't even see the slightest luxury from the clothes that were perfect for my body, they seemed tight and slightly skinny.

I guess I work out pretty well. Arms, thick, big.

He puts a heavy long sword in his hips.

One of his companions, Red Point, the female warrior, stared at Pordina with a tight fishing eye. It was some, hateful, fiercely disgusting eye.

"Here, Gina. Don't look at them like that. You'd be frightened."

"Captain, this is what he was born for."

"Heh. Odd. I guess you don't care that Merclio reunited with the lover he was looking for. That's why I was going to attack you so early. Oh, I'm so sorry. You. If you don't introduce yourself first, you can't help being suspicious. I always do."

"Captain. Long foresight"

"Excuse me. Uh, you from the Werewolves. I am Balmunk, leader of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. Two names are Iron Souls. Ha, I guess it means I'm not as accommodating as iron. You don't have to be scared. You're free from today."

Pordina's eyes dotted as she looked directly at the fifty men breaking their faces with her hands wide open.

I was drunk and unconscious. That's what I want you to do. The collector was restrained without bitterness by a mysterious black army that suddenly appeared.

Here, for one thing, let me do the right thing, it was right after I did a bare dance with one pair of pants, and then I drank it up without breaking the dark alcohol, sprinkled in a bowl the size of a washbasin.

Twenty men in all. All pulled out, firstly, aimed at the dull, old merchants of the movement and sealed the movement.

"Yeah, this was some kind of fun."

"No, Mr. Klund. This is a thief. Get your filthy hands off my guests!

Shylock showed no fright of the dust, and let it go good for the thieves who restrained his friends.

"You're the ones who are filthy. You cowardly slaver!

One of them, wearing a black eyed hat, shook up the stick in his hand. It would have been reflexively reversed. Sounds like an unscheduled thing, with a few of my buddies jumping, but the guy was swinging faster.

The sound of gushing bones rang.

"Mr. Klund."

"Ichi. Old people are important."

One leg early, the collector stood up and covered the Shylock. Her thick complexion's back is torn and bright red blood runs out. Was the alcohol turning enough, and the bleeding volume was high.

"Do something stupid. These guys are gonna be our precious gold!

"Shh, sorry, comrade. Just be smart with the mouth this Jizzy licked. Come on, come on, come on."

One of my companions scolded me hard. I guess the man who ran is inferior because of his young voice. It just happened.

"Hmm. Even so, it's a lot of loyalty to the dogma. It's what I looked up to, young man. Are you the dog of these rotten merchants? But he's still young. If you swear to change your mind, you can make it one of us. What do you say?"

"Don't be rude. Mr. Klund is a valued friend of mine."

"Friends. Much, much older. At this young age, if you are in a position to associate with Shylock, is your parents' home quite lavish or aristocratic? Either way, it would be the birth of some wealthy house if we could dance such an abalone dance. He's incompatible with us. But its body. Well, I'm working out too much. How much did you strike into swords and horses, albeit the consolation of the nobles"

The brotherhood of the men had seen the developed muscles of the treasurer and had decided that it was an achievement inspired by the martial arts by the third son of some nobility. Not so many humans let one of the leading big merchants like Shylock call him a friend. It was a common sense decision.

"You guys. What do you want? Money. I'll give you whatever you want. So let your friends go. And if you're ready to steal what you're stealing, just disappear."

"It's Shylock. That's right, the lower rear road, which routinely treats humans as goods. First of all, the first word I utter in my mouth is gold. Exactly like you. But we're not moving because of such an endless stone."

"It's not money."

"Yes, a brave young man. That's great. This disturbed society. You don't understand. How many war disaster orphans and widows were born in the Step Elf War at the end of last year? Those people are struggling with the food they live with every day, but if they come with you. Day and night, let the woman peel, eat and scatter the delicacies of the mountain sea, and encourage desolation. We, the righteous warrior who rose to the world to correct such contradictions. Heh. We have to make this big deal happen. Heaven will guide us."

"Except for the old men's luxury and the damage of the war. Nothing, we fought a war, so the money didn't just pop up. What you're saying is conflicting."

"Stupid. No, we're asking the world for justice. Every last one of you will not be a problem."

"In short, it would be gold"

"Gold is only a by-product of the effects of war. Our aim is to open up slaves."

"Liberation of slaves," he said?

"Yes, we, the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves, today came to the day of the resolution, based on Silver Villago, this treacherous city. Now you merchants will be held hostage. We can be sacrificed to celebrate the day when our great aspirations will be fulfilled. Come on, let's be happy."

"Said it was slave liberation. Stupid. The slave trade is duly pushed by the laws established in the country. Yet, here we are, doing business according to the law and the rules of the Slave Alliance, which the King has ordained. That's, like, liberation. It's impossible."

Shylock went.

"Allow the impossible. That's our iron masterpiece."

"Comrade Earth Pane. It's time..."

"Uhm. Everything is as it should be. Hey, what happened to 2nd Squad? I guess the courtyard and the rooms all took control."

"That's one strong woman."

"What do you mean?"

"Six people have already been slaughtered. And then, Chimiko Kid, about four..."

"Shylock. When did you hire such a strong baton?"

A man called Earth Payne roared out of his eye-lifting hat, letting out his cold eyes.

The said Shylock is stunned, like he really doesn't know what it means. You thought there was no lie, Earthpane asked his men again.

"As I ordered, I guess I mixed the medicine with the banquet liquor. There must have been no such thing as a servant with an arm to slaughter our warriors."

"Yes. As instructed, the medicine does"

The servants, who were behaving alcoholically downstairs, noticed the medicine planted in the goods they had carried, which meant that they were sleeping without being left behind.

(Victoire and Hannah are the thugs. Good, do more)

The collector remains bare-skinned, his hands and feet tied, and yet he is stuck with his cuttoes from all sides. In this state, it seems a little impossible to save the Shylocks and reverse them magnificently, etc. As the collector prayed for Victoire's struggle, Earthpane slammed his fist hard against his jaw, then whispered one thing to his men, as he rethought.

"Klund!"

"Brave man."

Shortly after, a poor maid combo showed her to the guest, with her backhand tied by the hands of the men.

"At first, my men urged Shylock to surrender to his shield, but he didn't even show a bare gesture that he cared about at all. And then, don't mean you're the master of these guys. How dare you adore him? Kuku, they caught me."

"Fuck. You cowardly thieves. Now, I didn't know you were going to captivate me by feeding me this Klander. Ha! Are you going to add dirty mausoleums, now, here, on this occasion, or even hateful to imagine? As it were, no way, all of us, devoured this abundant flesh of mine like a beast, in a position that was neither in front of K, nor of Klund, and even lashed out, bumping the lust of a man into think-"

"No, I don't have time for that. Carry it."

"Cancer."

"Ah, your daughter will be carried around like a minotaur -"

Earthpane forced Victoire to exit rampant delusions on his own.

Thus the collectors were captured and discovered by a group named Deeper, the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves.

Since the Shylock Mansion had been notified to host a feast in advance to the residents of the city, it was not surprising that a large number of carriages moved out in a hurry instead of in place.

Being familiar with those plans and planting drugs on the menu of contributions in advance to render the servants incapacitated was a trained measure.

"Damn. Where are they taking us?"

My body is tied up so I can't move, but it's not blocked to my ears. The men's stories were heard round. No, aren't you originally willing to hide it?

"As I was told, I guess the slaves carried it"

"Hey. at the designated location"

"I like that. Capturing the merchants doesn't make any sense unless you let them get away with it. Our righteousness is only the breakdown of slavery."

"Earth Payne, sir. My dick was a slave, too. Well, ever since I was a kid, I grew up with a little poke. Finally. Finally, the day will come when we can wave the big hand and walk under you."

"You guys had a hard time too. In the first place, there must be no such thing as selling human beings. Release them. Make it a society where what is normal is possible. That's the only way to reward a slave who's dying miserably."

I see. Do you mean they let the slaves who were underground in Shylock go free? How would it feel if Shylock heard this? Well, you're gonna feel bad. Normally.

The hands and feet are restrained in thick chains. The collector is not a superman, so he cannot cut a thousand pieces of metal with all his might. Gradually, my eyes get used to the darkness. This was in the carriage. It is for cargo for which seats have been removed.

There is no suspension, so when the wheel bit the crest of the road, his body bounced up a lot. There are plenty of chunks of meat rolling around. Perhaps, Shylock and his fellow merchants.

I wondered what happened to the Pordinas. As long as we say we've transported them to a predetermined location, they must have taken us somewhere else from ourselves. I regret it, but I don't have the power to do it. I don't know how serious they are, but I don't think it would fit so badly in the eyes if the Dauntless of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves weren't a bluff.

As it were, how long would it have been loose? The carriage stopped untouched. In a distracting time, I wandered off.

Ohn, and I was slapped in the head with something like a stick, and I woke up with pain.

"You're a frightened bastard. You're such a big Temei in this situation."

Is it a liberation alliance warrior? The mask has already been stripped off and exposed to grandeur. Young. I just think I'm a teenager. Only white teeth moving well in the darkness appeared to float clearly.

"I'm not a customer from here. I'll have you walk on your own feet. Welcome to Hell's First Street."

I sighed heavily at the playful line.

The hands of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves were vivid. Their total number is three thousand. Think normally, it's not something you can fathom to the number of standing armies in Silver Villago, 70,000.

but I guess he wanted the machine beforehand. It was decisive for the soldiers to have done so by poking a gap far away from the castle for outdoor exercises.

Seventy thousand castle soldiers take three days sooner to return from the far south.

They gambled everything these past three days. This moment, without Uncle Andrew's eldest daughter Victoria, the de facto castle owner, was an opportunity. She emptied the castle because there were three thousand of the Knights of the Phoenix and five hundred of the Knights of the White Cross (Sanctus Knights) in the castle, and if there was a slight uprising, she would be able to suppress it, by the way.

However, the total number of "Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves" far exceeded her imagination, and not all those insurgents sprung out of nowhere like featherworms after the rain. Over the years they gradually broke into this Silver Villago and waited for the hour.

I came when I made up my mind. The Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves first attacked the castle arsenal and the armoury. Then, dotted in the city, when he received twenty-four grain stores, he took the city full of rogues.

The population of Silver Villago was well over a million, as well as a considerable influx of stuffed animals disputed by last year's war, and the deterioration in security was remarkable.

As long as I go to the city, I feel like I could eat somehow. It is the habit of herd animals to gather in places where there are many people in search of food. The slums became hotbeds for criminals and thieves, and naturally, intense eating took place day and night with the locals who lived there from the beginning.

First, what the liberation alliance needed was numbers. In that regard, the field commanders were much more realistic than the executives who solidified themselves in ideals and greatness. The rogue, the outlaw, was taken in by the gold grain piled in front of him to be a mercenary, and he divided and numbered the weapons of the arsenal that he had taken.

Number is a weapon, a marvel. The Liberation Alliance got 2,000 soldiers here. Using these, the first thing I did was bravely let them attack the Knights of Phoenix garrison. At dawn, between three and four o'clock is the time when human judgment is most degraded. The mercenary corps was in a state of excitement with alcohol and medicines strewn out on the roads and lit one camp after another. Neither do the knights think they will be attacked throughout the city of their castle. About thirty of the night guards were quickly turned into meat chunks, and the knights, who were white river night ships, did not take what they would take, but fled, trying to scatter the spider child.

The mercenaries chased the knights, like a broken brake car no longer, killing more than three hundred. Still, the outlaw's fast forward was that far.

The unlucky thing about them was that within the two hundred who were out around the middle of the night and luckily avoided the assault, there was Gustave Holtzman, head of the Knights of Phoenix, whose crying son also shut up, called by two names “Divine Sword”.

Gustave's anger was awesome. When he drove horseback riding into a group of innumerable mercenaries, he quickly singled out more than fifty people for his first active role in avoiding the gods as well.

As he echoed, the remaining knights also showed the lion's swift work, all with the vengeance of his companions. By the time the commander of the Liberation Alliance made him strike the retreat bell, the mercenaries had fallen by about half.

The commanders of the Alliance for the Liberation, enlightened by the foolishness of fighting regular soldiers directly from the front, let the rest of the mercenaries unfold into guerrilla warfare. More than this, a terrible city battle involving citizens was dropped by the curtain.

While the Knights of the Phoenix were burning their hands at the rogue, the Liberation Alliance warriors carefully twisted each and every one of the castle's forces, utilizing the weapons of the arsenal they had seized, to first defend the castle gates between East, West and North.

It was alarming that only one hundred soldiers had been included, despite where they were needed.

but let me defend just one thing for Victoria, she had full confidence in Cliad Kang, the king of step elves, who had become no longer a matriarch.

In the eastern meadows, so to speak, there are constant garrisons of hundreds of thousands of friends, which could be betrayed, not one in ten thousand.

"Hooray. Okay, I'm going to take a walk. Recently, there have been more recruits and not enough practice. Oh ho."

And, I don't know if she's been there, but with that much relief, it's this that poked me through the gap where I traveled willingly, and no dead soldier floats either.

The Liberation Alliance soldiers caged five hundred soldiers each at the gates of the castles, east, west and north. Then, in a matter of hours, he applied a robust defensive force and intercepted more than a thousand Phoenix Knights who had attacked him first.

Here, Gustave's inexperienced naive tactics of warfare exposed. He always had flaws in thinking about himself as a criterion.

In other words, even if they all had the same or slightly inferior power as themselves, they could take it instead of hundreds of rebels. In other words, he wants results too quickly. Not really, he split the knight in four hands, causing him to strike the castle gates of East, West and North at the same time. For one thing, it will be five hundred to five hundred fights.

Individual abilities are undoubtedly surpassed by the knights, but the Liberation Alliance warriors did much better when it came to coordinated operations. The night dawned while we thought we would be settled by dawn. It was an irresistible miscalculation of Gustave.

While the battle of each castle gate presented the appearance of a thousand Japanese hands, things gradually unfolded unfavourably for the castle. The rogue guerrilla squad storms around the city.

The Knights of the Phoenix are only running out of time because they disperse their troops for the sake of suppression.

It was the wealthy strata in particular that the guerrilla forces took the lead in attacking, with noble and large merchant mansions in the grill more than they had been before, with architecture of a slightly more luxurious construction barely distinguished.

While the city was in a vortex of chaos, Balmunk, leader of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves, took one of the leading slave traders, including the abducted Shylock, and now set his aim for Hotel Royal Blossom, located in the centre of the city.

With dawn, more than a hundred warriors occupied a first-rate hotel where celebrities gathered together.

It is all as planned that Andrew obtaining the fourteen kings of the fingerfold as easily as exposing the beans in his sac.

Upon evicting the general public, he stood on the top floor of the fifteen floors and kept silent. The Royal Blossom simply overnight transformed itself into a major stronghold for the terrorists.

Meanwhile, the Duke of Erkühl, who was in command at the City Hall and was a castle billionaire, was flying a horse and rushing to Hotel Royal Blossom. No more than fifty soldiers follow around. Without Victoria, the Duke, commander-in-chief of the castle for all his fame, was flying out of arrows and shields when he heard the Royal Blossom crash.

The hotel is served by Sir Warren. It's just that this thing made him lose his cool.

Sir Warren is the great uncle of Fabian von Romles, now King of Romles. Aged, over ninety-five, he was caricaturing around saying it was a souvenir story to the Underworld, and arriving at this Silver Villago was a replacement for Victoria just leaving the army.

If anything happens, there's nothing more I can do. If you do it badly, it's no surprise that Uncle Andrew and the King's Army are set to start going. Even if you leave the rebels and others alone, Victoria will be catching on in no time. Compared to that, what a danger to the old man.

Hotel Royal Blossom is one of the city's most prestigious hotels, surrounded by the Tsurgi River to the west and a three-way square. An adjacent seven-story commercial guild headquarters is burning with a red lotus flame raised. It was unleashed by the mob. Even to quell the fire, the terrorist crackdown is completely understaffed. As he stood flat with his breath, the stuffed soldiers, who had fallen apart and gradually remained, gathered together.

"How many soldiers can we gather now?

"Approximately, two hundred. No, I was wondering if I could collect 150."

A Kingsguard captain responded to the suffering to the Duke of Erkühl. This is a first-rate hotel. The guards alone report that a hundred is stiff. When it came to the large army that kicked them off in a short time, the number of soldiers we could match was not a good story for a hundred or two hundred.

"Anyway, now gather the soldiers from one end. The suppression of terrorism can be put behind us at worst. Yes, tell the Knights of Phoenix."

"But then there's security in the city......!

"Shut up! This one isn't for that matter - Uh-huh. For now, five hundred. Five hundred is fine. And ask the church for backup. I write to the bishop. Anyway, I don't care if it's a hundred or fifty from the White Cross Knights. Some of them are priceless enough to decide the death of this Andrew state. Neither do I mean to expose the people, even slightly, to the crisis. To suppress the rogue, order the faces of all places to make use of the vigilante. Keep your eyes peeled for times like this. It's a bitter thought..."

When the Duke of Erkühr put his hat back on deeply, he squeaked his teeth and turned his gaze back to the high-rise hotel in front of him.