Dungeon+Harem+Master

Edgar spoke in a soothing tone of voice of why his wife Florence suddenly disturbed herself when she returned her apology to the point where the collector felt sorry for her.

"The girl named Leta is my daughter, who was separated about two years ago."

Florence, Edgar and Elf, had one daughter. His name is Seeli. In the first place, the marriage between Edgar and Florence, the birth of a well-known merchant, was marked by great difficulties.

Florence was an extraordinary form of beauty, but it was the birth of an elf that was supposedly a step lower than the human race around the King's capital. In the Romles, the multitude of elves, who have always been in fierce strife around the border, were often accompanied by disdain, which is a reversal of fear.

deep-rooted discrimination due to heterogeneous marriage. An elusive public gaze at her birth daughter. Still, there was nothing like it for the two of us who fell in love and joined together.

At the time, Edgar, a salt merchant, was only allowed half the job to the point of selling and walking the quantity he had received from his brother, who succeeded the housekeeper, but he was not particularly dissatisfied in his life if only he could see the face of his lover's wife and his newborn daughter.

For him, if he had enough power to feed his wife, that would have been enough.

Edgar was born poor at competing with people and it suited her sexually to live a life without ups and downs when it comes to a quiet sea that lasts longer than intense welcoming and deep pain.

As long as we deliver the determined quantity to the small lords in the vicinity of Wangdu, we will have no trouble earning a living just to eat ahead.

It was some sort of sanction, welcoming interracial daughters to their wives in a way that ignored the opinions of the clan, but Edgar was almost happy with his daily life.

If you go around a set route and finish your work, the house will have a beautiful wife and a young daughter greeting you with their hands up. I don't need luxury or anything, and I don't want more prosperity than I need. The world keeps going slowly and without a thing. Edgar believed it like a doctrine.

- Yes. My daughter Seeli is kidnapped to buy people, until that day.

"Yeah, it doesn't mean anything was wrong. Me and my wife, I think, have been floating in the city for a long time. In a slightly gazed gap, my daughter was nowhere to be seen anymore. Look, look, look, look. Still, I can't find it. Yeah, I'm depressed. I'm still a man. You have to hold on to yourself. By then, my daughter, she was already talking quite a bit. Um, with a tongueless voice, when it comes to calling me or Florence's name diligently. Every time I remember, I wet my pillow, but it's inexplicable. Florence, my wife, for once, was really no good. That's what it is, like a nasty doll, sitting in a chair in the corner of a room with no sun. It won't work like this. I moved away from the King's Capital to fly a flag in this far south Silver Villago. I worked. Yeah, that's what I meant to be reborn. First time I was born, I worked for a bummer. My brother, too, helped me weep over how pitiful he felt about us. That's ironic. By losing my beloved daughter, I was finally able to reconcile with my clan. Mr. Klund, when you saw your daughter with you, it was almost out of your soul. She looks just like her daughter, who isn't here right now. Leta, did you say. Is she getting along? Come to think of it, it's impossible for a baby kidnapped by a people buyer to meet again by chance, like in a play, so far away. Mr. Klund's wife and daughter. She and you are both human beings, so is that your adopted son? There may be circumstances in which they are involved, but there is no reason for us, others, to pry. Come to think of it, isn't it as much about the likeness of others as it is? My daughter disappeared once and for all. It's untrained. It's embarrassing, though. Please forgive me. Thank you for being attacked by a thug, and imitate that the result of inviting you to our house buys offense, and this is the kind of imitation that will avenge your gratitude. I'm ashamed, not very, but I don't know how to make amends."

"So. You! That girl, she sure is, Seeli! It's Seari!

"Shut up. How far will you embarrass me? [M] Mr. Klund is a benefactor to my life. Sometimes you imitated that benefactor's wife throwing up reflexes. Well, then, isn't it my place?"

Florence shook her lips fine with a bright blue face as she finally realized the magnitude of what she had done by being reprimanded by her husband. Florence is typical of a clear wife with beautiful silver hair. A shout that doesn't look good for the thinness of your hips and arms that could easily be broken if you hug me accidentally found what you lost. It would have come from a sense of impatience such as not being able to miss such a miracle. The treasurer was eagled with his chest as Florence closed his eyes and burst into tears. It's a bad habit. But you can't just shut up. I waved my hand wide and went into a stop.

"Wait. Hold on, Mr. Edgar. Don't scold your wife unilaterally. Do it. Besides, your wife's intuition may not be a mistake. There's a reason for this. Oh."

"Mr. Klund. And why is that?"

When the collector exhaled loudly, he sat back on the couch and scratched his jaw as if it were decidedly evil. Edgar's thin, unreliable face twisted like he was about to cry out. I don't know if it's possible or not, but it's just one thing that I feel. Florence is also imitating her husband and staring to plead, shaking her eyes moistened with tears still about to spill.

"So much talk, but..."

As he was asked, the collector told him that Leta was under a slave trader and that he was now raising her as a temporary parent. Edgar was acting rational at first, but whenever many matching parts were found in discussing Leta's disappeared dates and fine features, he was gradually losing his peace as one father too.

"You...! It's a mistake. Definitely! She's my sheeri. Oh, thank God."

"Hey, Florence. It hasn't been decided yet. Anyway, calm down."

Edgar's voice controlling his wife is also filled with joy. It would be a natural attitude as long as you are a parent. Maybe the kidnapped daughter will come back to herself again. What a quaint fate, if it is true. Especially not as uniform as Florence's disturbance. She has decided that Leta must no longer be her own daughter Seeli. Even if there is no certainty, it is her decision.

"If, hypothetically. Assuming Leta is your daughter. I miss you, but I think it's best for real parents and kids to live together"

To the words of the collector, the faces of the Edgars were filled with joy. The treasurer is a rootless adventurer who does not have a business. No matter how you pinch your logic, you'll be happier to live beyond this as Leta herself, the daughter of a legitimate merchant, than you are living in the Taco Room of the Mansion.

"Ugh. Thank you, Mr. Klund. How can I thank you for this grace......!

"Calm down. I haven't decided to turn Leta over to you yet. You're a cat boy, and you can't decide anything right away."

"That's it!

"Florence, shut up. Mr. Klund. I am a small, but romantic, merchant family that lasts only five hundred years. I've just met him, and the fact that he can't be trusted so easily is the best story. But it's about my only daughter, who matters. If necessary, I will take an oath in the church, and I will provide you with as many contractors as Mr. Klund is convinced that will work wherever you go. So, so..."

"Fair enough, Mr. Edgar. I don't doubt that. Is there anything conclusive about that? Evidence that Leta is your daughter. You know, the wounds on your body, the things you always made me wear?

"Amazing. Seeli had a porcupine at the base of her right inner leg, so nicely lined up in a triangular shape."

Florence went to scream as she grabbed onto the chest of the treasurer. From her open chest, she glimpses a valley of plenty of breasts, and the zodiac manages to peel her eyes off as she blacks and whites.

"Mr. Klund. Seari had me holding a protective bag at all times. Here, it's a tiny thing that makes you lower it around your neck. Something in there pairs with the ring I have!

"Whoops! Hey, okay. Okay, so stop being a couple. The contents are coming out."

"This, excuse me. I'm so excited."

When the collector received the ring from Edgar, he saw it jiggly as he rolled it in his palm. A bright red gem is embedded, which seems expensive.

(But at the time Leta was kidnapped by a slave trader, everything with gold eyes should have been covered. It's impossible to find out from that line)

If Leta is the real daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Edgar, it should be returned as a natural measure.

Of course, the collector does not consider the little elves he is raising to be disturbers, but if a blood connected parent is found, living with him would be the happiest thing.

(I don't know. Even if it seemed true, I don't know what Artemisia is...)

Her drowning over Leta is not much in line. If you were to let go, you wouldn't be so easily convinced. The collector, anyway, told Mr. and Mrs. Edgar to go home and make sure of it, leaving the mansion behind.

"Not at all! What a rude bunch of people!

(Alas. This is also an expected reaction)

When the collector returns to his home, Artemisia, as you can imagine, is in the middle of nowhere. She's basically warm, but once switched on, her emotions explode and it doesn't fit so easily.

Is there really a short-sighted part? Now Artemisia had a past where she became a nun as soon as the collector died.

Artemisia is letting Karen and Liza hear her prolonged stupidity as she sits back where the carpet in the living room is spread out. Naturally, I don't want to let go for a moment with a hug of lettuce as the balls in my hand.

I'm not in a position to look into Leta's evidence.

When the collector gently left the scene from the shadow of the door where he was peering indoors, he first went to Dorothea's room, which seemed to be the most familiar with the situation at the time.

"I see. They found Leta's parents."

"I don't care, but don't be so fucking cool when people are talking..."

Dorothea remained on the bed in a state of extreme reflexion to the state of the lettering of her body as she lay asleep, referred to as the "posse of the wax" in yoga.

Specifically, it would be disgraceful to see both legs placed on the floor behind one's face from the state of leaning back to the limit. The collector was in the shape of talking to an important part of Dorothea while sitting in a chair.

"I'm not kidding anyone. Wrinkles should only be stretched so that they do not become hard on a daily basis. Bad listening."

"No. But that outfit, the one I made you move like that the other time, you know?"

"That fact doesn't exist."

"... I don't care. I'm not here to argue with you today."

"Oh. You admit to losing? Run away with your tail wrapped around your wrinkles."

"Here's the thing about N, Gudagda. Ah!

"Nyah!

When the collector was attacked by Dorothea, he spoke in a long time in a fully fleshy language.

The more I thought about it, the longer I realized, the more the sun was going down.

- Big tits elf tits are delicious.

"Damn, what a piece of shit. I suppose it's an excuse to want to talk to you. I'm not being honest. Wrinkles said he didn't feel that way at all. He's a man in trouble."

"Slow down."

Dorothea sat back on the bed and retied her loose hair in a wiggly tone.

Meanwhile, the collector is still squeezed out of this, so he looks blue and lies in bed.

Because of my mind, I even had the impression that my cheeks were spilled.

(Fuck yeah. Super and carnivorous women. I didn't know I'd get hit like this...)

"I didn't feel that way either."

"Don't be strong. Don't be strong. Heh heh, if you're attracted to the softness of the man you're talking about, it's ticklish. Hmm?"

Dorothea gave a slutty grin, letting the frivolous breasts tucked in a white bra with both hands shake with itching. It is a roll. The collector turned his face away because he didn't like to admit it honestly.

"You're a little fat, aren't you?

"- Now, what the hell."

Dorothea's eyes narrowed softly. A collector who felt in crisis jumped Gabba out of bed and stepped down to the floor, but fell straight off his knees. You're using too much force to lose your hips completely.

The hunter who captured the prey smiled proudly, slowly walking over. The collector pulls down backwards as he squeezes the floor. Dorothea spreads her hands wide and jumps.

"Who's not fat? Mm-hmm. Still, I don't know if that's the kind of mouth you're gonna get."

"Damn. Fluffy, Fluffy!"

The treasurer rose hard as he buried his face in Dorothea's breast. It's more pressure than you can imagine. A lump of lightly sweaty meat and a slight stiff protrusion slip across your cheeks.

"Your husband. It's dinner time."

"Pordina! Lord, I was about to knock when I entered your room!

"Because it's moving in time. Your husband."

As Pordina stripped the Lord from the meat mass of Dorothea in a flowing motion, she held him tight and glanced at the breast-feeding elf, the upper body nudity, with a tremendous eye. Pordina, do you want to shake your tail vertically with a pin and quit? Yan? Ahhh! and expressing his anger with all his might.

It happens to be a one-touch atmosphere. The collector blurred that Dorothea would not have been able to talk to him if he had.

I finished connecting dinner while shelving an unprecedented problem. Artemisia pulled up early to the room with Leta in her arms when she finished eating while prepping sometime.

"Hey Klando. What the hell happened with Al?

Drinking tea after a meal, Rudge asked worryingly. Of these, Artemisia and I are best friends. The collector thought it would only cause confusion in the home to mischievously tell Leta's story, which had not yet been finalized, and dared to shut up, but reconsidered that Rudge needed to be told.

"Well, a lot of things."

"I don't know a lot about it."

"Actually..."

Rudge roared small with his magical face, placing the cup on the table, as the collector talked about each of the things he could have done during the day.

"I have a few things to worry about. One. Is the couple a man of sufficient credibility? Two. Is there any way for us to know about Leta's inconvenience the other day? Mitsu. This is the most important thing, but is Leta really the child of the couple? At the very least, if you can't clear this issue, you can't turn Leta in."

"I'm not even thinking about it. We talked a little bit, and they say those two are devout Romless followers. They always perform their worship in the cathedral once a week. Ask Marco's old man and he'll know what it's like to be alone."

"I don't know, you trust the bishop."

"I'm a doorman about religion, though. Then you should rely on the main post for the rest. No way, they will not so easily differ the words they swore before God, who also believes"

- Yes, because this is not Japan. When the collector swallowed the words, he groaned a slightly cooling cup of tea.

"That's the last of them. I want to make sure by the end of the day."

"Evidence of being Edgar's daughter. A ring in a protective bag and a triangular porcupine in your inner leg."

"I think it's likely that all the golden-eyed stuff was caught when people bought it. So I wanted to talk to Dorothea."

"You're still an uncontrollable man, too. Can't you do it any better?"

"No, I'm going to make it work."

"Additionally, I've been busy lately. It's not funny when people talk like that in dignity."

"Give me a break. I don't know what to do on the day you turn to me. You seem to be the only one I can count on. Nah. Please, Rudge."

"You're really sweet. I have no choice at all. Just in time. Time to take a bath. The proof porcupine is that I'm gonna take Leta to the bathroom and make sure she bathes."

"That's my Rudge Tan......! Can I pepper you?

"No. I'd like to, if it's you and me"

As the collector took Rudge's hands on the table, he stared jiggly with his feverish eyes as he squeezed gently. Eyes say things like mouth. Between them, there was a sweet, intense atmosphere.

"Look, I'll call you when I'm done chatting. Oh, my God. Uh, busy."

Victoire, who was working his way through made-up clothes and tearing his two connected hands apart, began purposefully clearing the table by sounding a lot of noise.

Rudge hits his tongue hard with a neat frown, but Victoire leaves the spot with a tea bowl in his basin around his nose. Cold sweat three dots. As the collector shrunk his shoulders in a desire to disappear, he saw Rudge as a chill at the top of his head. It was something that made me regret seeing, and the savvy keeper accidentally deleted that memory from my memory.

"Well, before we check the porcupine of evidence, let's start by peeling Artemisia off the lettuce."

Artemisia has completely embraced Leta since then and does not easily keep others close. Even when the collector himself visited his room, he was completely locked up because of a "bad mood" stiff.

"We must strip Artemisia from Leta at all costs"

When the collector called Pordina and Loulou, his loyal servants, he ordered them to be separated by any method.

"Yes, sir."

"Even in lieu of life......!

"No, Loulou doesn't have to be so serious"

Even Artemisia, with superhuman flesh and will, cannot escape physiological desire.

Pordina locked Artemisia, who stood for a small use, in the toilet, and in that gap Loulou succeeded in brilliantly recapturing Leta.

"By the way, Mr. Klund. What can I do for you?"

"Get in there."

"Huh?"

"I have to take a bath with Leta."

When the collector ordered the baffled Loulou to continue Artemisia's foothold, he headed to the bathroom.

It is an open air with natural water made by bath lovers. When I find Rudge, who was supposed to meet me, I rush over for a small run.

"What's going on?

"What's the matter?"

Rudge looks blue and pokes his hand at the wall. Leta, the little elf she held, also sounds worried and imitated.

"I'm sorry. Suddenly, my period seems to have begun."

"Yep. Well, then, I can't help it. I'll check the rest. Are you all right, man?"

When the collector returned Rudge to his room, he thought as he took off his clothes.

Nothing, I probably should have checked the porcupine on this occasion without having to dip it in the water.

"Clando, come on."

"Oh. Here we go. I'm gonna jab this guy anyway."

When the collector finished taking off his clothes, he followed Letha, who runs snuggly with Cacca. Hot tubs and wet rocky areas are dangerous because they unexpectedly tumble. There is no guarantee that I won't be cracked in the brain by Artemisia on the day I get turned away poorly. Quickly, my toes kick on the floor.

"Here. Don't run because it's dangerous."

"No. Clandroughly."

"Stay. This whoa. Yeah, just kidding. That."

Leta runs around excitedly enough for the collector to chase him. When I finally cornered him and caught him, the saint was out of breath, too.

"Ha. Finally, this. Gotcha. Don't let them get away with it."

"Oh, no. Ha-ha-ha."

Yada and I are laughing at the Guerraggera. A terrible woman's habit, the possessor smiled invincibly and grabbed Leta's leg and hung it.

"Ya. Oh, no. Do more, do more."

"Which one is it, you? Whoops."

The collector left Leta hanging for now, letting him swing left and right. Toddlers, whether western or western, prefer to be treated crudely. I wish I didn't have to grow up to be a Dom, but I did it right.

"Enough is enough. Exactly, I'm a little tired of my arms -"

"Ya. More -"

"If you keep saying that, you'll get away with it by a man in the future. Women are important to be discreet."

"Stuff -?

"That's right. No matter how much you treat, you can't help but stick it up your nose. The more important it is, the more you spare it, the longer it's been decided that a man is grateful for his life."

As initially intended, the porcupine at the base of the inner crotch must be checked. When the collector held Leta to the floor, who he mistakenly thought was getting him to play, he looked over and jealously confirmed the porcupine.

(Although Han's Takazu said he had seventy-two porcupines in his inner leg. How did anyone find out about that?...... yeah. Definitely. Indeed, it is in the form of a triangle)

Is it because I was obsessed with making sure of porcupines? The collector had not noticed as if he were approaching the shadow behind him. The sound of slamming the floor stone rings. Looking back, there was the figure of Lacey and Hilda, who froze her pale expression. This is not just every time. Standing up with a tense face, Lacey began to cover her face and cry, as she had been played.

"Hidoku. It's terrible, Klando. Whatever it takes, even to such a little girl......!

"Mr. Klund. It sucks. I despise you."

Hilda stares in contempt. It's quite compelling when it comes to her with an elaborate look like a biscuit doll.

The collector calmly thought about what the action he was taking now looked like from others.

As she gets bare, she holds down the naked stripped toddler and sticks her nose tip in her hip.

...... yeah. Definitely. This is a complete misunderstanding. It is an extremely unfortunate misunderstanding.

"All right, let's just calm down."

"Don't come. Sorry, no matter how much I am, I can't accept my current Klund!

"Unclean! Unclean! You despicable bastard! I can't believe you hid that abnormal sexuality! Even God can't forgive you. It's the extreme of vice.... Ha. No way, I was gathering the toddlers, and I was publicly proclaiming that I liked women because it was part of an enormous plan to celebrate x-day called today. Awesome?

"Oui -! Because it's not. Hey. Absolutely, because what you're thinking is a mistake. The Zodiac likes prickly tits and developed buttocks."

"And the puny Loriman too......! Woohoo, God. Save my husband from the evil that leaps him into Hellfire."

"Hilda ah! You can't just take the liberty of incorporating strange settings. Don't pull it off."

Lacey sits on the spot with Petan and starts screaming in a sad voice. Leta did a big chorus mimicking Lacey to find out what only scared her had happened.

"Huh. Cland, it was a dummy, huh? My marriage was a dummy, too. Ah!

"Not dummies! I'm not a dummy. 'Cause it's okay!

What makes it all right? The collector is getting closer to Lacey crying as she makes herself sound good so she can fool herself. From all over my face, I can't see the front well with the unpleasant sweat running through my face.

"Stay away from us, please. You abnormal lust."

"Hey, Ma! Ah."

Hilda's kicking the floor all the time. He's kicking my ass. It's hard stone down there. If we land like this, Hilda who teased the drop kick won't be safe either. The collector grabbed Hilda's legs, but jumped backwards without killing the momentum. Out of the way, he splashed and jumped out of his ass in the hot tub.

"Kiiyi"

"Wait! I said calm down! Hey!"

"How can you be calm? How dare you deceive me?"

"I didn't fool you, I didn't fool you"

The treasurer was to work with Hilda, who shouted kiki, whilst offering a tailbone that he struck hard.