Dungeon+Harem+Master

Together, the abstract of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves' early operations was completed as planned. The next aim would be how to make the most of the hostages and move towards the Silver Villago Castle offensive.

Such a treasurer, who did not know the greatness of the liberation alliance, remained tied in chains unchanged, at the Great Hall, on the top floor of the Hotel Royal Blossom, was rolled all the time.

It is a much more promising place. The bigger, the more baseball you seem to be able to play, the better the prospects for nothing. Here, it would be convenient to keep the hostages together.

"Oh - my ass hole is nice. Brother, why don't you scratch a little?"

"Shut up. Tell me more nonsense. I'll use your head for potting, so be prepared."

"That's not good. Gu..."

Weren't the collectors considered important people because of their appearance? Already, VIPs and Shylock captured at the hotel. Older merchants are sitting on chairs that have been released from restraint. Being left alone hubbed, the collector was experiencing a fierce sense of alienation.

After a while, Shylock negotiated for me, and the Liberation Alliance warriors finally untied me. The collector walked over to the position of his fellow prisoners, tied in an impossible position for a long time and rubbing his depressed wrist.

"Mr. Klund. I apologize for the delay in liberation. They, no matter how many times they say it, don't try to hear what we're saying"

"Mr. Shylock. Fine. I'm a young man, no matter what you think. You must have made a mistake with your son somehow. On the way, they don't look good, it's still better. If you're here, it'll help you."

"That's comforting."

The merchants felt the altogether fearless attitude and tone of the collector because they were unfamiliar with the havoc, with a grin of relief. Honestly, I'm not in an optimistic situation, but I'm also energetic. Whether it was the grand language of the young man, the words of momentum made the place nasty.

(but the situation sucks. What, how did you get out of a place like this...)

The thieves had named themselves the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. If it is true, the purpose is the ridiculous dream story of the liberation of slaves in this world.

Transferring from Japan to the Romless, first of all, how dependent this country itself is made up of slaves was informed in their daily lives, even to the bone marrow.

The collector, stretching his stiff limb muscles, was blurred to recall a lecture from Rudge on the slavery issue in this country.

In modern Japan, the term slave, etc. is only allowed to exist in a pretty shop or in an obscene creation or so, but here slave itself has become one of the important gears that circulates society.

For example, in every strenuous job, without labor slaves who torture the flesh, no small field job goes around.

Women slaves of all ages were active in water work, needlework and all kinds of domestic work, from well-groomed shops to large-scale shops, and in a sense, simple sexual slavery was close to the kind of preference.

It was not uncommon for long and terrible slaves to become a couple between slaves if their husbands liked them, and if they got sick, their husbands were naturally taken care of to the end as a social common sense.

Basically, slaves have no human rights, so hurting, killing or abusing them is not a crime under Romless law.

Most importantly, it is impossible for a human being who can do such a thing without a problem to be bounced off the public circle as a dangerous person.

Slave traders are naturally traders, so if you put your own interests first and play the Abacus with the amount of gold coins, but you know a decent way of doing it, it's something you don't sell slaves to buyers you know you'll abuse from the beginning.

So to speak, a slave trader who registers for a slave guild and receives a plaque from the state was a necessary evil of society.

They understand and do how inhuman it is to sell off humans.

I refused to sell my daughter to the limit, except in part, even during quite a few murders, in how poor the Romles were in the countryside. That was the creature that was human sentiment and still could not do anything about it, it was the slave traders who were eating rice in the black part.

The treasurer does not deny slavery. He was a good man at times, but at least he knows what he can and can't do, and in a way he understands that he is the person who benefits most from this slavery.

- It was Pordina's presence. She was the wife, family, reliable companion of adventure, sometimes like a mother, and a slave without denial.

Of course, I've never seen her in contempt. In the first place, if you look from the collector, an individual named Pordina was a treasure of the world that God had graced.

It is not that the woman is unfit, but nevertheless the woman has the circumstances of the women, and the treasurer had a step toward the wives of the multitude, with regard to the matter of the maid, in a sense.

But you don't have to hesitate about that when it comes to Pordina. The strength of slavery is that it can be used anywhere, anytime, or in any way. She responded naturally to all sexual desires, both in an arbitrary position that she felt ashamed of herself, just imagined by the collector.

Now, there can't be a man who doesn't indulge. What inspired me to do that was slavery that would conflict with modern human ethics.

(What the hell are the Slave Liberation Alliance guys thinking? If the slaves are free from the Lord, how can we eat the mesh from the next day!

Because the zodiac sees it, the very continent of Romles has not yet reached the point of the humanitarianism that the modern planet has reached over time. It's not ripe. It should not succeed unless we wait for the culture to come to fruition naturally and for ripe persimmons to come to life naturally, but they are trying to force their eyes to see that the fruit is blue and to take it away to impossibility.

That's not gonna work. In the first place, if it works, I'm in trouble.

The collector was thinking of saving money if there was a gap and buying a beautiful girl slave somewhere in this world that was still unknown. He was still young and his libido was the most exuberant of all instincts.

Standing back from a light dream, the sixtieth grader's complexion, Yoran, stood out among the merchants who were solidifying right next to him. Because of the fattening, the old man who was told looks a little younger. Instead, she has beautiful skin. but no, the skin under his eyes looked dark, slightly pale, blue.

His merchant companion Kazimir and others, even if he is pulled around so much, have a good strength inside by adding the contents of a liquor bottle that he has carefully kept in his nostalgia.

"Mr. Yoran. Are you sorry?"

"Ooh, Kland-kun. Actually, Noon has a bad heart. I need to take my medication regularly, but I'm tired. I was able to bring the medicine to Sarah."

"Mr. Klund. We're probably at the Hotel Royal Blossom, but Yoran's medicine is special. Somehow, we need to get across to the thieves and get Sarah's meds somehow."

"Hey there! Jae-san's sick! Of all the slaves you've taken, Sarah is the only one who can give it back!... is shit. Ignore cancer."

The collectors call on the men on watch, but they never respond.

"No. Mr. Klund, if this happens, we'll have to negotiate directly on their heads."

"But then, whether or not Yoran's grandfather has that much"

"Ha. I'm sorry to bother you. Hey, I want to lie down for a second. Can you give me a hand?"

"Oh, right. Grandpa, I don't want to lay it. It's not good."

When the collector stripped his coat from his back, he laid it on a cold marble floor and made Yoran lie on top of it. And then, looking up, hotel guests. Perhaps the youngest gentleman, about forty years past, has approached me from a group of people of high stature and handed me a pretty good cape.

"Your Excellency asked me to give you this. If you put it on top, it's a lot warmer."

"Bad. I don't know who it is, but thank you."

"It is my duty as a nobleman."

The treasurer bowed his head to the dead tree-like old man who was in the center, slighted by the men.

The old man feels like he smiled faintly with blue eyes that don't know where he's looking.

"Mr. Klund. That was Sir Warren, who had come from the king's capital with patience. It's the king's, the great uncle."

"You're a lot bigger. So they did it for you."

"Probably. It's called the handiwork that kidnapped us all together, the fact that the army decided in anticipation of the due date for leaving the castle, and the enemy's head is a pretty clean man."

"Mr. Shylock. Do you know where this place is?"

"I'm pretty sure I've used this hall before, but it's a luxury hotel called Royal Blossom. Next door, you'll find a tall commercial guild building."

"Oh, I kind of get it. Then it's not that far from Mr. Shylock's mansion."

"Apparently, it was Mr. Zao and five of our merchants who were kidnapped. Plus, Lord Warren and some of the most senior nobles combined."

"What do you think will happen after this?"

"If you're on Theory Street, you should be released in exchange for ransom..."

"Gentlemen. Sorry to keep you waiting!

Ten or so armed groups emerged, spearheaded by a man in his fifties, along with a low Baritone voice, echoing everything in the hall.

"I am Balmunk, leader of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. Later, get to know each other."

Balmunk barked as he twisted his fancy jaw at his fingertips reminiscent of a lion.

I have power in my voice. The eyes glistened to represent a strong will, and the open palms were thick and thick.

"This time, it was a little rough, but I had to get you all together. Of course, we want you to agree with our philosophy and our philosophy."

"That's a lot of rough invitations.“ The Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves ”and they don't even know how to entertain their guests."

"Ooh! This is it. You are the great leader of the slave traders, known to the Romless to have that man. It's not Lord Ridley Shylock, the king of people buying. No, it's tough stuff."

"White. What's the purpose? Anyway, it would be gold."

"Huh. That's the merchant. It's shallow where you think you can solve everything with gold. But you'll say you don't get many beggars to panic. Why don't you ask me all the questions?"

"I wish I was worth asking. Either way, it's a waste of time."

"I'd like you to stop breaking your hips. Well, fine. Now, I want to be concise. I don't have that much time, either. Yes, time is finite. If you don't make full use of the limited, you don't have an ex or a child to do it. In other words, it was our audacity, the great merchants, including Lord Shylock, and His Excellency Warren, the great uncle and uncle of the present king, who brought us together below, to help us in the war of liberation of the slaves living throughout this country, the proud nobles of the Romles. In particular, what we expect is the strength of His Excellency Warren and the immense wealth of the slave traders. With all of this in place, even if the Wang Capital's proud millions of soldiers come down south, there is confidence in this Balmunk to cross in five minutes. Simply, I want you to answer me with yes or no. I wonder."

"... you are insane"

"Your Excellency tells His Majesty that there is no way that heaven and earth can be turned upside down, such as by bowing."

Shylock replied bitterly, Sir Warren's spokesperson pale.

"Well, I thought that would be the answer..."

"Hey, I don't care about that story. Hey, where are the slaves you took!

Grandpa here needs a pill a kid named Sarah has!

The collector, when he stood up, ignored Balmunk and was riding in the same carriage earlier, to a man named Earth Payne.

"Why are you telling me that?"

"Why did you call me? - You know. You must be the strongest of them all."

"... If so, that's just a misunderstanding. I'm just an observer."

"A prestigious young man. If there's anything you want, it's good for me. You must have spoken in a pretty big voice earlier, but you couldn't understand it because of fear. I'm Balmunk, the leader."

"Well, you're fine. Yoran's grandfather has a bad heart. It's a pretty special pill, and he's letting Sarah the slave have it. Do something about it. I feel sorry for you."

"Hmm. Are you the merchants' baton? I am young and still have an innocent heart. Something like this, garbage scum, or dying while you haven't done anything yet, isn't worth the hard work of bringing it here. Hey."

When Balmunk signaled, after a while the main door opened and the slaves taken away rushed in unison.

"Your husband."

"Pordinagh!"

As the slaves approached each Lord, the warriors of the Alliance for the Liberation withdrew their swords. The treasurer barked briefly, out of anger.

"Whoa. Shit! This must be a touching hug scene."

"No, we're really not kidding. They ran over to you as a habit. Don't you feel sad? Forced to imprint on the slaves, claw marks of discipline."

"Ugh! I don't care about that. Srizzy, full of shit."

"- You surprised me. Are you really saying that you were the master of one of these fine slaves that year? [M] No, it's more natural to fall in love with your youngest son from your age."

"Balmunk. I don't want you to insult him. Unlike you, Mr. Klund is a good customer who bought up Pordina at a decent price and is my friend."

"Hmm. If that's true, we have to change our attitude."

"Hey, I don't care, it's medicine first"

When the collector was in a hurry and stepped on his legs, an ill-eyed female warrior advanced one step forward to cover Balmunk.

Momentarily, the Builder's skill "Milk Wheel Eye” is activated.

Thin and peppery. The color of pity came to my eyes and the female warrior was remarkably upset.

"Okay. First, let's give top priority to the lives of slave traders. Sarah, I know you don't feel well, but I need you to deliver the medicine to this bad guy."

"My husband."

Running over to Yoran, where Sarah was fast asleep. Behind that, Merclio, her former lover, turned to the kind of vicious phase that bit down the bitter bug.

The old husband lying in front of him continued to devour the luminous flesh of his lover for years. For Merclio, even if only slightly, Sarah's gesture of caring for the original Lord was a painful remembrance of intense pain that for him would burn his whole body in Hellfire.

"Yes, sir. It's your medicine. Sarah is here."

"Oh. sarah. Sarah of Non. Where have you been..."

"If you took a pill, get that filthy hand out of the way. These baboons, Jizzy!

"My husband."

Jealous Merclio kicked up Yoran's swollen belly as he was forced to pull Sarah into each other's arms. The sound of pounding meat sounded dowdy. My crouched throat coughs hard.

"What is it? Cancer. But that's what old people do."

"Shut up, you merchant dog. Don't fuck with what I do."

"Stop it, Merclio!

Ignoring Balmunk's suppression, Merclio slashed him with his body out. The sawdust retreated, but his left arm was torn apart, and less blood was pounded. The female slaves let the scream slip, and Pordina sank herself to no avail.

"Can't you hear me telling you not to?"

It was as angry as it sounded at the bottom of his belly. Balmunk strained the lateral side of Merclio unharmed as he advanced trembling the giant.

It was a forged iron fist, like sharpening out natural stones. Not fists, palms. The thicker the baseball gloves. If you get slapped with that, it's not a hoarding thing.

Merclio is slightly skinny. Quite well trained, but physically meatless. So I flew. Blowing up to a few meters away and lying on his back, he stood up relaxed.

"Your husband. Your husband."

"So - no problem. This is a scratch."

Pordina is making me pull my throat and scream. Surrounded by a warrior who immediately swords his surroundings, he can't move. She is roaring with her dog teeth peeled out as she burns her black eyes with anger. In response to the impenetrable struggle, the men showed a slight glimmer.

I saw Balmunk. Earlier actions were not based on the idea of a collector. It was a punitive act and a show against Merclio for defying his orders. In a collective, if the authority of the top is swept away, there is a risk of collapse in no time.

"Merclio. Violation of orders. If I go on three times, I'll have my neck with you. Like."

"I'm sorry."

"I know exactly what you think of your lover. But that's my personal feelings. As an organization, you can't overlook it. You see."

"Yes. Never again, the violation of an order"

"Do it with Balmunk. Lord Warren wants to talk to you."

There was a man beside Sir Warren who was holding back.

"Hmm. Go ahead."

"My lord says: It is interwoven that we will not cooperate in any of your terrorist acts. He said he hated the extra time, but that's the same thing as this one. Pay the ransom. Describe the price to me."

"That's right, the king's clan. The fact that I don't care about the preposition reminds me of the depth of age. Well, you're the precious pawns you finally got. You can't let that go this way or early. There is still a respite of time. We will also need time to discuss it. Would you like to wait? Of course, I don't have to ask your opinion, nor do I intend to."

"Nothing, I don't mean to. You're so cool, you got this mustache."

"Hey. I can't believe Mr. Balmunk just now. Ah?"

A giant man watching the door made a slight noise about how the words of the zodiac touched the eclampsia and walked over.

Out of silhouette and out of standard. Back length is over two meters. The stripped arm was likely to be as likely as the torso of an adult woman. The race is oak. The forged thoracic muscles had stepped out incredibly before, and the power generated from them seemed a bit unimaginable.

"Oh, my God, this pig..."

"I am the proud warrior of the Orcs, Jarami Bambara. Kid, that mouth, I'll make it quick for you."

"Oh well, scary wow"

As he shook his hand flickering in a joking tone, Halami floated blue on his temples.

"Hey, Mr. Balmunk. You let me go, you were a slave, and you pulled me into this group. It's crude. It's said to be a single cell. I have nerves that I feel beneficial to the orcs. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not a gambler."

"I can't keep my mouth shut when I'm cut off by a shitty pig."

"What?"

"If you're going to do it, talk fast. I'll turn it into tonkotsu soup, so call me. Or I don't mind you hanging out with that jaw-dropper and your hipster brother. What do you say?"

"Tenme-teng, tenme-teng, eh. Mr. Balmunk, let me kill him."

"I'm young there. Did you say Klund? If you lick that mouth, apologies won't work anymore."

"So why don't you bring it all together?"

"Hmm. At all, being young is reckless. There's only one way here, according to the code of the Liberation Alliance, to conduct a duel. but it takes a bit of a handful for a person with inferior health to stand up to bare hands."

"Fine, Mr. Balmunk. Don't bring him a sword, a spear, or a bow. Just make it a dusty mince."

"I'm not here. But let's make one bet."

"Bet?"

"If I beat him with my bare hands, release the hostages."

Balmunk posed with his arms wide open when he saw Pordina as chilling.

"Okay.Let's consider. But there's only one. No weapons for each other. I can't undo it anymore."

"That's why. Poor people. Since when do we start?"

"Stupid. It's already happening."

Screaming but fast, the collector kicked the floor and rushed out quickly.

The turmoil in the city was off track. The night has just dawned, but black smoke and firehands are rising from everywhere. The Allied forces, few in number but taking advantage of their small size, had succeeded in disrupting the Knights of Phoenix better than their proficiency and experience.

It's basically aimed at the wealthy. Their aim was to wait for the civil class, which had been abused in conjunction with the breakdown of the Bourgeois class, to rise up in response.

The princess's mansion, inhabited by the zodiac, is also a nursery built deliberately by the noble lady in a quiet green place, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the city. The neighborhood was inhabited by moderately successful small rich and aristocratic classes who had been pre researched or fed on outfits by the miscellaneous armies under the command of the Allies.

The children, including Lynette, were forced, by Rudge's hand, to evacuate together with the old couple of the inmates to the quadrupled shelter they had left behind the mansion.

"You still don't know where Klund is!

"I don't know. Loulou's on the lookout right now. Last night, I knew I was at a slaver's mansion called Shylock. Where are you walking when you're like this?

"What happened to Artemisia?"

"I have been summoned to the White Cross Knights to go to church. Look, here we go again!

The remains of the slashed and abandoned men were rolling in front of the mansion. Only three guardians: Dorothea and Sizka and Rudge. Excellently full of women. An elephant, seen as easy to strike, gathers in the midst of Yunxia. The men's gear is so fragmented, it's not like a sense of unity. Numbers were high, but not enough of a threat to repel.

"Look, it's just young women. This guy's early. He wins."

"A big mansion like this would have a sawdust treasure asleep."

"Gold and silver treasures are all you can get. The Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves."

"He's a villain like living in a mansion. It must have been a little evil that we had a spill."

"God will give you a good plan, too."

The men were easily over twenty, even in the distance. It is not a controlled military action. Rudge looked at the obscene words he was screaming at, firstly tapping into the group, the fake and flame-bombing Altana Flameburst, a fire attribute.

The orange flames take slow to the men like a tsunami. The unpleasant smell of burning human skin and hair spread widely.

Sizka and Dorothea pulled out their swords and slashed them in without putting them between. Fortunately, the two swords strike where the first flame attack disrupted the footprint.

The sound of beating meat and screaming flew away, and the two instantly raised a dozen people to a blood festival. On the back of the escaping men, Rudge hits the adjusted fireball with no hesitation. They no longer exist what is called warfare, but cannot be missed alone. Forgive me with Buddha's heart, but in a situation where this confusion will not be cleaned up, if we can move, we will soon be aiming for the next prey.

It is only in the circumstances of the earthquake that we know the true value of man. Without mercy, and as pale as exterminating the pests, the three killed no more of the outlaws.

Shortly after he finished breaking the situation promptly, Loulou, who was looking into the whereabouts of the collector, returned to the mansion.

According to the information she obtained, apparently while staying at the Shylock mansion, she ate all of the attacks of the armed groups that had attacked her and is now imprisoned in Royal Blossom, a luxury hotel located in the centre of the city.

"The armed forces have named themselves the" Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves, "and now the hotel nobles are collectively captivating, attacking the city and the east-west, north-west castle gates, almost mastering them," he said.

"The Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves! What you're doing is worse than a bandit!

Dorothea flies the knob and triangles her eyes. Loulou guarded himself by covering his face with his hands.

"You're just a pain in the ass with a lot of stupidity. Nevertheless, while the army is away from the castle in the exercise. It will not be possible to act on this scale in the hundreds or so"

Rudge went. Sizka nods silently.

"I don't know the real number, but the number of thieves standing and caged in hotels will be in the hundreds or so."

"On that scale, it's no different than dropping another fort. Besides, that hotel can't be easily dropped once it's closed inside. Mm-hmm. In the meantime, I'm going to Royal Blossom. Dorothea, you need the mansion. Loulou, you follow me. We need a connector."

"Then I'll..."

"Sizka. You stay here, too. I know you're worried, but I'm talking about Klander. There's also the possibility of getting out well and coming back to the mansion."

Turning his back on Sizka, who looked resentful, Rudge began to think about what was to come as he pounded his jaw with a tonne of thin fingertips. One by one, fine. Like filling a gap without wasting it.