Dungeon+Harem+Master

Report on Balmunk Benito Fulmenta.

Balmunk Benito Fulmenta (hereinafter referred to as Balmunk), named Governor of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves, is a native of the King's capital Romless Garden.

At the age of twelve, he graduated from the Childhood Knights School in Wangdu as Chairman.

Fifteen years old, he joined the White Dragon Knights of Wang Du. In the same year, he is appointed deputy head of delegation.

At the age of sixteen, he became the Knights of the White Dragon and Commander of the Regiment.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, and for the third year in a row, he won a militant tournament in Wang Du.

Twenty years old, he married his wife, who would be brought to the royal family. Then go on for three years and make three children.

Twenty-one, he defeats the Northern Barbarians greatly in the field.

Twenty-three years old, by the height of his medals, he gives his territory. be listed among the ranks.

Twenty-four years old, he is entrusted as assistant to Dashi Nong because of his broken youth.

Twenty-eight years old, he goes to a remote exposition himself and engages in internal affairs and opening work.

Thirty-three years old, he fornicates with Uncle Riole's wife and is dismissed from his job.

Thirty-eight years old, the King's wrath melted and he returned to his old position.

Forty-one years old, engaged with Western barbarians. Break this a lot.

Forty-three years old, he is appointed a cyclist general.

Forty-four, my friends and fierce faith controversy. Cut off the edge with his wife and clan and descend into the field.

Fifty-one years old, to this day.

"Somehow, it's a brilliant, ups and downs life."

In his tent, Rudge dropped a piece of paper on his desk with a bassari as he finished looking through the material he had Loulou collect. The thick rest of the paper was accompanied by a detailed account of Balmunk's performance in each age. Exactly, it was such a perfect life that I couldn't complain.

According to the material, Balmunk's turning point in life was an argument about a certain religious view that arose seven years ago. I couldn't grasp the details until what was there, but there was no doubt that there was some kind of jade in the balls of life where he had never been as flawed as his hair.

"Reading this material, I think I'm a lot better at the field."

Romeless tank squads boast the strength of being out of the kettle that rings out to other countries in size, equipment, and sophistication.

A large number of barbarians were defeated several times, but were able to read from subordinate troops and materials with no equipment or discipline. With this experience of victory, Balmunk would have mistaken himself for not being chronic in his own power and not being able to do so. Rudge knows. that, within the aristocratic society, human rights about slavery had been eliminated in their spare time. Rudge knows. That too, at times, is just pretending to mourn the harsh environment for slavery. They don't even try to raise the subject when it comes to serfs who are so terrible as to crush themselves in their territory.

Balmunk, for example, is nothing but an exaggerated paranoid fanatic who seriously mistakenly thought he could tailor a dish that could be spoken of solely in a booze seat to the main dish.

Second, looking at the interstitial mouth, the bishop, Marco, is standing upright immobilized, holding the basin dedicated.

"Something"

Obstructed by his thoughts, Rudge frowned in an abominable manner, making a cold voice.

"Um, Mr. Rudge. Tea is in. Yes."

"Fine. Bishop, leave me at the table there."

Marco looked somewhat dissatisfied as he lowered his head to Hecko, as to how he had become a tea boy.

"Mm-hmm. Will you leave when you're done for? I'm thinking a little bit."

"Yes, no. But that one. Looks like the hostages have been freed. Yes, no."

"Why didn't you do it sooner?"

"Huh. I don't think it's the Awkward Monk's fault..."

Rudge ran out of the tent as he thrust Marco. A few men quietly move on to the main business as they break the camp where the fire burned, wrapped in cheers.

I try to get close, but I am inhibited by the soldiers of the Duke of Erkühl, unable to confirm my face. When Rudge called Loulou, he asked her husband if he was safe, sweating on his forehead.

"The kland... Klander's in there."

"There are ten liberated personnel, nobles. There are three merchants. None of them include Sir Warren, Shylock the slave trader, or Mr. Klund."

"Yeah, right."

As Rudge narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, he tried to hold his shoulders with both arms and told them.

"Sizka and Karen, get me Liza. I could have asked for it."

Loulou knelt down and nodded small, after a military camp boiling down to the hostage liberation, rushed out to the princess's mansion.

Sizka, hearing a message of help from Loulou, took both Liza and Karen and left the valiant mansion. The city has already entered a state of civil war, with Liberation Alliance terrorists and the Knights of Phoenix everywhere.

In addition, most of the roads running countless times through the city had small positions created everywhere with earthen sacs and horse fences to prevent the ravages of outlaws. It was difficult to travel on horseback, and on horseback he decided it could feed on bows and arrows of the liberation allies hidden in the shadows, and decided to head to the hotel on foot.

"Use trails, not boulevards, to avoid useless strife. Watch your step."

Loulou leads the way as he moves his long ears tingly. The sizkas, whenever they saw a mob or a murderous knight, lurked themselves in the shadows, killing their breath to explore the signs, and walked about time while constantly ensuring their safety, so the itinerary did not proceed as late.

"How many bandits are there?"

"There are no clear numbers out there, but I was wondering if they had reached thousands"

Loulou responded when Sizka asked.

"Anyway, act invisible. We need to help Klander quickly."

Liza grabs her collar softly as Karen hurries to cross the alley. A strange voice leaked out of his white throat.

"... it's a shame. Apparently, Liza and the others are surrounded."

"From by your side? Mm-hmm."

Karen called as she shook the twin tails, probably left or right.

"We're gonna break through."

When Sizka said that, everyone quickly pulled out their gains. It is sandwiched between the front and rear of a narrow alley by the inflexible men. All of them, glowing cloudy eyes with glitter and fat, wanted strongly not to devour the young beauty meat of the Sizkas.

Five before. Four in the back. Sizka sheathed the opposite distinctive song knife, rushing sharply like a bullet, slashing it on the man in front. The blood smoke rose and the men turned.

At the same time, he quickly throws the knife that Loulou was sitting on his hips. Leaving a white light mark, the blade stood on the man's face, just one blow made him desperate. Then, as Karen set up the elphin bow, he took the lid muscle, connected it, set his aim, and fired.

The arrow got pregnant with the wind and flew straight, shooting through the throats of the two men, aiming at each other, he let them breathe easily. The last one who was blocking the front was cut off diagonally across his face with a dancing Lisa's divine sword espera and stopped moving.

When they instantly took nearly half of it away, and the rushed thieves abandoned their weapons without any hesitation, they dispersed without a single blade.

"What. They're unwilling."

When Karen put her hand on her hips, she laughed, even happily showing her ragged white teeth.

but her energetic weather laughter also disappeared as if it were flaming as soon as she exited the alley and caught the boulevard. There were warriors of the Alliance for the Liberation who took over the streets, forty of them superior.

"I took it on here. Get out of here!

Sizka screamed but quickly, or about ten men who were spreading forward killed in front of her. Loulou threw about two knives and killed only a few of the men's majesty that attacked him, but with adrenaline secreting, the effect would be thin if it wasn't decided on steeply.

Also, there is not an infinite number of knives left, so I was hesitant to consume them in vain. And then, there was the exit. There was only the alley trail that came out.

When Sizka made eye contact with Liza, she stunned about four of the approaching men with an instant bang.

Liza's knife arm was inside. When she did her part, she hid herself remnantly into the alley. I can leave it to you because I believe in Sizka's arms. It was a vibrant place to go.

There are countless enemies. If you think ahead, it would be a human being wanting to retain the sharpness until a mighty enemy appears.

Also, the men's sword arms are really sparse and have no sense of unity. The temper alone is sufficient, but there was a part of me that didn't really know how to shake the blade.

Almost a mix of crying, the man in front of me waves his sword down from the upper stages. Sizka made a sharp decision on the man's throat with a quick hand like paying a twig at the tip of a crooked knife. The man collapsed to the ground in a front-loaded outfit, smothered as he painted on the red sand. The thrust was shallow. I can't afford to be stabbing Todome.

Run around the men's feet as they lower themselves and turn forward. Couldn't handle the unintended behavior, about three of them accidentally got their tibia and thighs broken, making them scream out of their throats.

A man was approaching from the right. The speed of the slaughter was inside. I want to avoid taking it as much as possible. Because I didn't want to reduce the endurance of the blade.

Sizka swung the song knife horizontally as she flexed in the backstep. The blade tip exposed the built-in when it broke about thirty centimeters under the man's umbilical. Blood like a waterfall floods the ground.

A man who was rushing in slips and falls down his leg with blood paste. Sizka quickly cleaved the man's noose as he put a poke downwards in a motion that could not even be stopped in his eyes.

The Liberation Alliance warriors sat back showing off Sizka's arrangements. Thirty left. Being surrounded is not a good idea. I just showed my back and pretended to run away.

Advice, the men come after him with a fierce voice, as if to inspire themselves. It's just ridiculous to take someone seriously. Our purpose is not here. Anyway, getting to Hotel Royal Blossom is our top priority.

I ran away in pieces. There is not much land exploration, but it was certain that it was close to the assembly point. When I looked behind Chirali, I could see that the chasers were increasing to snowman ceremonies.

- I'm still not a good woman.

That's the truth, but I didn't feel particularly bad. Sizka was much more satisfied with being able to do something for her keeper in this way than jiggering around in the mansion.

And rather than, this is how I like to do it for him. Rather than relieve herself with a pompous princess like a serious wrapper, she couldn't wait to feel the fullness of being chased by her enemies to shred herself or endure physical and mental fatigue in a painful mood to do everything.

For example, a collector often breaks or defiles things. Of course, not intentionally, but is he a wealthy man who has never lived in trouble with things originally, or is he a big mess in all things?

Spill the juice, destroy the product at the store for the hand. I can't wait to apologize for such a treasurer's untimeliness instead or end it later.

Someone said it would ruin a man about himself, but it's a little different. In fact, people were happy to be treated kindly, ladies, and gifts sent, but more importantly, Sizka had a strong sexual pleasure in being trampled on by collectors, blamed and scolded in dirty language.

Always get a sense of fulfilment by taking the blame for the critical crossing. Perhaps I am in an abusive physical condition. At the same time, there are unusually exciting parts when you look at blood. I'm not normal. Only a collector would accept me like this.

Is it because I was thinking about it? It was inevitable that he did not realize the trap that had been set at his feet.

"Ahh."

Took me. It was too late when I understood. A trap hidden in the shadow of the trail was activated, a rope wrapped around his ankle, and when he noticed it, it was hanging high. Obviously, for guerrilla warfare, it was an elaborate trap made by something familiar.

"It's on."

"That's a lot of Beppin '."

"Don't let them get away with it!

"This O-!"

With one leg caught, it is not so easy to escape, not to mention any sizka upside down. I tried swinging the song knife towards the rope, but the iron wire is trimming, and in a scaffoldless situation, I can't put in a good effort, and cutting is impossible.

In doing so, nets knitted in iron from all sides were thrown one after the other, and if they noticed, they had been seized by several men on the ground. Even if you know how to fight on foot, there's nothing you can do if you want to be seized by a big man.

Sizka was forced to bend her knees, as she sat in the front seat, while her back was pressed into the gyoz, and her jaw was picked by the man who approached her. It was humiliating.

"Wow. What kind of a bummer you think you are because you've been so flashy around, and you're such a good woman you want to hang out with. Ah?"

Don't touch me, Shiro.

"Shiro, right. Even if it looks like this, I'm the elite unit of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. From now on, I'm taking you to the position for an interview. Ma, karuku, na. When that is done, ask them to perform their valuable duties as comfort women for the Liberation Alliance. We jihadists are always looking for moisture. Damn, this is why I can't stop running mercenaries. Sometimes, as I recall, I get an upper ball like you. Kuku. That, when I think of a neat face crying... Oh, I can't wait. I'll make you kneel and force you to cheek all over that pretty mouth."

Sizka silenced herself with her chilled eyes glowing as she took the men's humble laughter behind her back.

The sight of being forced to push his body open and mausoleum in his eyes. I didn't know, I was eating up my teeth.

Blood flows from the chewed lips.

As despair immersed itself in darkness, I heard the rough footsteps of the beast rushing from afar approaching with tremendous momentum.

The slashed back was torn and the coat stained bright red with blood. It was a shame that the leg stretched on the way down hit the frame of the railing, barely preventing it from falling to the lowest level.

I can't even seem to get one movement with my breath clogged because I hit my shoulder, arm, right foot, and chest so hard.

Suddenly, Father Raffaello's leopard did not allow the collector to take any defensive posture, but was unilaterally slashed and plunged into the middle of the spiral staircase.

My head, too, must be hitting me pretty bad, I can't stand up. As he did so, he saw the disturbed footsteps approaching him and the shadow cast on the dance floor of the lying stairs at the edge of his sight.

"The Great Cleric is right. Son of a bitch still breathes."

"Let's get this over with and get back to work. We don't have much time left."

The collector watched the men as they pretended to pass out. The two do wear Liberation Allies outfits, but the temper and standing around them were different. It's like we're in front of a different species of creature. With less experience, that much could be judged instantly.

One, two steps and a willingness to kill is imminent.

I don't know why, but my life is in danger. The only way to fight back was now.

I would have assumed that there was no longer consciousness. It's a defenseless move, but we're lucky from here.

I quickly reached out and pulled the man's ankle.

One crack in the man falls out of balance on the stairs. I jumped unobstructed and rolled down to the gobble and the dance floor along the way. You can't lose first if you're in a formation. When the collector rode to the man, he struck the tip of his chin with thoughts and took his money from the sword belt.

A man swung up his sword from over his head and jumped. Quickly pulling the sword out of his sheath, he flashed his temper, letting the pluck bathe directly from the front.

From the man's forehead to his right ear, it cracked wide and tight, and the blood smoke broke. When he turned away the man who quickly opened his body and fell, he threw his sword at the other who finally woke himself up on the dance floor. The long, stretched sword, like a muscle of silver thread, made a hard noise and broke as it penetrated through the man's chest plate to the floor.

The collector pressed his chest and poked one knee, ready to breathe. When I looked up at the wall, the Loremus number indicated “three”. In other words, it would have fallen just four floors from the seventh floor. Peeping through the blowout of the spiral staircase, my spine freaked out. The problem is not damage. The bottom tier should naturally be packed with a large number of Liberation Alliance warriors. Balmunk will also not give unnecessary consideration to the man who killed a large number of his compatriots against him. You can't be killed yet.

The collector was compelled to make a choice instantly. That is, go back on top of this and face Raffaello, or somehow go outside and re-establish your attitude and face it in full swing.

I don't think the Balmunks who are freeing slaves will immediately harm Pordina and the hostages knowing of their escape, but my anxiety will always linger.

"No. More about Raffaello than that. What's he thinking...?

I was there. The men I killed are Liberation Alliance warriors. If so, is that individual man connected to the enemy? The collector immediately dismissed his reasoning. Raffaello murdered the watchman without hesitation. It's impossible if you're one of them.

Assuming that the "Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves” to which he is connected is not a single rock, the twitch would not fit without the presence of some groups inside.

Raffaello changed his attitude shortly after returning the "perfection" picked up by the collector. Then he came to the hotel with the ransom, looking for an array from the beginning.

"I don't know. I don't know, shit. Anyway, I don't know what else to do."

The Holy Sword “Black Lion”, a love knife, is featured. When I took the knocked down man's sword, I punched him in the hips.

Before the depressing ones come together, only dandruff. As the collector gasped his head behind him, he rushed down the stairs with momentum and a bunk of flights.

"Oh, what are you!

"Where the hell did you..."

Along the way, I came across two outposts. I would have been on the lookout for each floor. To each other, because of the collision of the encounters, they let out their swords, as they had shown each other, gnawing.

However, the collector's knife extraction was much more sophisticated. Moving quickly to the left to the right, the men's throats were slashed diagonally and they had no time to raise their voices, desperate.

Shortly after breathing, from across the crossing hall on the third floor, a black, huge chunk leans over, sounding cheating. When the collector tongued heavily at the alienation, he set up his sword.

"Fuck you. Whatever it is, I don't know."

It was like a monster in a luxury hotel.

Black gavial.

It is a monster that inhabits a cloudy river. The size is known for its extremely fierce character with a kind of crocodile that exceeds nine hundred centimeters in length. Basic, omnivorous, eats whatever flora and fauna go into your mouth. The tongue was elongated and the atmosphere of plagiarism was felt from a person familiar with the common crocodile.

"Oops!

But the move was faster than I thought. Quickly move through polished marble corridors while moving short limbs. The bite muscle strength is abnormally developed, and if it bites, the feet and the like will be easily developed.

While retreating through the narrow hallway, the collector masterfully engaged the Black Gabbial bite attack in the dust.

"This. We're machining the sieves, you jerk!

Push the buckwheat candlestick out of the tip burning candle for your hand to restrain it. Did Black Gabbial not like the flames, hated the heat rolled out on his nose tip, and finally stopped the advance.

I did not miss this opportunity to roll the candlestick out to the right eye of Black Gabbial. The candle cracked and splashed, and the tip protrusion protruded deeply into the crocodile's eyes, causing him to roar.

At the same time, heh, I saw a poke of a long sword kicking in the floor and weighing in. rinse, and the blade quickly destroyed the other and succeeded in depriving Black Gabbial of his sight.

Moderately powerless, the crocodile went straight down the path that the collector had come without a voice. I don't know who kept it, but I wouldn't even have to dare kill it. Besides, if you're all frenzied, you could also draw the attention of the Liberation Alliance warriors, exactly one stone and two birds.

"Yes, there was a time when I thought. Oh, you're too high an encount rate, this hotel!

Shooting and killing crocodiles, before proceeding thirty meters, he came across yet another monster.

It was a serpent with a vibrant body also in the eyes whose whole body urchin glowed bright red.

The huge shadow that appeared as it ripped through the darkness blew the men who were seizing Sizka with just one blow to the body. The pressure, reminiscent of a mad cow, instantly pulled the men away from Sizka, made them look like twilight and stood on the spot.

"I finally found it"

A boneless face on top of her short mowed blonde smiled nicely. He has a thick neck, shoulders and arms.

Yes, this man, he can never forget. He was a man to remember.

Sizka was stunned as she looked at Brad's back standing trying to protect herself from the unreliable.

With his long-standing habits stained with his body, he continued to stare at the side of the man, jiggly, even as he unraveled the rough rope on his shoulders and arms. It was neither a dream nor an illusion, but a reality itself poked in front of me.

Why are you here? Why did you show up at this time? The beasts, who had no leisure time for Sizka and were drooling their prey in front of them, barked simultaneously.

"What the hell? Suddenly I'm in your way!

"That's our prey. What are you looking at?

"I am a jihadist of the Alliance for the Liberation, gathered in great righteousness. Don't think you'll make it home alive!

"That's our line! I don't care if you ask me in silence. Dauntless. What is it? Which mouth is missing? How annoying the people of this city think you are because of your rambling around. I may be a stranger, but I can't just walk away silently watching wild dogs annoy innocent people. It's that way to be prepared!

Brad waved the stick he had in his hand when he roared a lion and suddenly hit the man who was in the front.

"Continue"

Screaming, a vigilante lurking all over the city shouted wackingly at the Liberation Alliance warriors like a giant wave tower. Estimated less, more than hundreds of magnificent men rush in with a look of anger, with a gain in their hands, eyes open.

To this, only thirty allies shuddered in fear and fled, but remained surrounded and swallowed up like a wave-breaking sandcastle.

The anger of the citizens was tremendous. The angry energy that accumulated in the accumulation exploded, however, to uncover this time the deception of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. Serious people were being destroyed everyday by the hands of a handful of lunatics.

Balmunk, a few hours ago, had scattered around the city the billa of the proclamation of the liberation of slaves, just like terrorism, but it was nothing more than inciting popular anger to mischief.

"Sizka, you're safe. Good......"

"Blood."

Sizka couldn't save tears in her eyes and let go of the man holding herself. That's how we broke up. The man's distress was stained and felt. Brad was honest, free of lies, and a preferred man. Infidelity, he said. In my heart, another self is screaming, but when I look into the straight eyes of a man with a fever, I can't get out strong enough.

"I looked for it. I've been looking for you. I missed you. I finally got to see you."

Painful. My chest is painful. Even while I'm doing this, I'm going to be betraying two men at the same time. To protect the treasurer, he deliberately wandered one man and beckoned his heart.

If Brad was just the man his body was after, he could have pushed it away without a slice of untrained, but unfortunately, he didn't, for Sizka, see it that way. It's pure, somewhat dull, and there's something I can't leave alone. Too, yes, I liked it too much.

The treasurer is not a human being. When I first saw it, I couldn't even see a single scale of special brilliance, but with each passing time, its light grows without knowing that it would stay.

In other words, following it meant that a peaceful life was very undesirable. Inside me there was always an eagerness for a peaceful family life that a normal couple should have.

Oh. If I were myself before I met the Collector, I'd probably have followed Brad without getting lost. That was due to her tragic birth, which she had been struggling with since childhood.

There are many good things to do. But no. That would be the same for Brad. Sizka looked into the man's clear eyes as he raised his face from Brad's chest.

"I don't ask what happened. Just follow me. I'll make you happy."

My chest was smashed. It turns bright white in front of me, and I can't think of anything.

- But my mind was already set. Because there's only one way to choose.

"Brad. Thank you for your help. But there's something I need to loosen up."

The man's face turned shaky so that he could occasionally cry out.

But you're the one who made me do it.

"I'm sorry I got you lost. If you're cursing, I'll ask you as much later."

"You can't do that..."

Too good a soul. How much easier it would be to get to know me. But Brad was not such a man. I got caught up in a bad woman. There's only one way to get people to think that.

"What, so. Try to get yourself out of a dangerous place. I wouldn't have put you in such a tight spot! First of all, he doesn't even try to rush you when you're in danger!

"Yeah. But I like that. No, I like this. Because this is the path I've decided. So I'm sure I won't regret it. Don't follow my shadow anymore. This is my life."

I cut it into pieces and threw it away.

That's right. In the first place, women and others are horrible creatures.

Sizka covered her face with both hands and walked out with her back to Brad, who cried in a man's cry.

- I'm the devil. Then let's do a demonic job.

I made a piping noise and felt the last core that was burning in the back of my chest freeze.

Sizka tightened her thin lips to speed her running gradually, dissolving into dark inky darkness.