Dungeon+Harem+Master

Luca Blackburn is an extravaganza in the local trampina where no one knows his name.

Trampina is the southernmost point of the Romeless and holds the port city of Chee Har, the heart of the economy behind Silver Villago among Andrew states.

What the Blackburn Chamber of Commerce deals with is "salt", which the state exclusively deals with. Ancient warriors were paid their salaries with hardened salt.

Salt is essential to humans. The Blackburn Chamber of Commerce, a long-established family that lasted twelve generations, possessed property so enormous that it was said that it could feed 10,000 soldiers for a decade.

Luca, president of the twelfth generation Blackburn Chamber of Commerce, had only one troubled species.

I'm talking about Nelly, my only daughter. Until today, when he was born less blessed with his children and forty-five, the only children he had his wife give birth to were Brown, the eldest son, and his sister Nelly.

Brown, his eldest son, who will be twenty-four this year, has grown to be a solid one with no place so dangerous to leave to the Chamber of Commerce, let alone a talent that has jumped through.

Last year, the first grandson of the petition was born. Because he was a boy, Luca had one shoulder load.

"but the problem is that stupid girl"

Luca stared at Pat in the hand, smiling vaguely in the car, with a bitter face. Pat managed to distract himself from the spearhead of anger by praising all the more the rich countryside beauty that seemed to spread inside Silver Villago Castle outside the carriage, but Luca's flame of anger, the Lord, never quenched the fire.

"Is he, unlike Brown, a wagga mom or a navel bend from an early age? I complain about what Nong said. Not to mention, when I became a professional lady, I skipped it and leapt out of the house in conspiracy with Arre."

Of course I meant Luca's wife. Luca couldn't lift her head just to the mistress she had accompanied for years.

At the age of twelve, Nellie flaunted her pressed bride training and dived into the Silver Villago Adventurers' Union (Guild) as her brother-in-law in a way that ignored her parents, Luca.

As for Luca, there was also a desire to fathom her daughter, who was only one, in the future, by letting the right merchant daughter-in-law.

Regardless, it's not all about running out of money.

Among him was the belief that "the daughter of a merchant marries the merchant" was the happiest.

A man feeds his family with money he earns by working powdered himself. Women give birth and raise children and die.

That's the way people go. Off the road is evil.

In the first place, how does a daughter who has no job in any hands cross the world? The world is not so sweet.

Luca had initially followed Nelly when she found out she had left the house on his wife's lead.

"Hmm. It's about my little girl. Anyway, I'm gonna cry and run back after half a month."

Luca herself was courteously sent out to other stores to remember business at a young age. There, naturally, he tasted the pain of paint as if it didn't work, such as the majesty of the Blackburn family.

Not to mention, Nelly is a butterfly, a greenhouse girl raised to be a flower. I can't stand the pain of eating meshi in your house.

That's what I was thinking, one month, the lid month. The lid month is six months. Six months is a year. One year is three years. and beyond Luca's expectations, Nellie was overwhelmed.

Luca's wife and eldest son, Brown, seemed to frequently go to Silver Villago, but Luca could hardly admit it, and at last she never went to see her daughter for three years.

Still, the time has come to break. As a custom, Luca finally turned to Silver Villago, where the Adventurers' Union (Guild) is located, in the year Nelly became fifteen, treated almost like an adult.

There was no figure of a young girl he knew, but of a fine one lady.

Long, beautiful hair, mother conceded blue eyes. Luca finally had to allow Nelly to work for the Adventurers' Union (Alliance) in the form of a recourse.

Since then, Luca, who has collapsed into admitting Nellie to employment, will nevertheless go to the city of Silver Villago to see her daughter's face once a year.

"But that's not what this is about. Why, why marry on your own without parental permission, etc."

"Chairman. A little, please, lower your voice. It sounds like people walking down the street."

Pat the valet went. The carriage was on a narrow road in the city. No one here can be as fast as they are. But without worrying about Pat's worries or anything else, Luca yelled at his head for a fiercely small, seemingly modest time.

"Weird! Pat, how long have you been so great? How long have you been great enough to preach to this non! Ahem? Since when did you plant it when you were still a Hanatare, so that you could have such a good mouth against more than your real parents!

"I get it. I get it. So don't get so excited. It's time to get to your son-in-law's mansion."

"Huh. My son-in-law. I won't admit it. Even when it comes to the life of a lord, it's something I admit. That hefty idiot lord. The only way to play in Wangdu without even looking at the territory of Locke is to pay off the great idiot."

Luca scolded Uncle Andrew for not returning to his territory here all the time, peeling his teeth in a shape that could bite Pat.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Right now, Luca's carriage is on its way to a man's house named Klund, where Nelly was married.

Luca wasn't uncomfortable.

Whatever you like, you have to have one of your proud daughters daughter-in-law daughter-in-law daughter-in-law, no matter how many times it's a direct order from the lord, on the bones of a horse that can't be known anywhere. The more I think about it, the more outrageous I get.

Luca scolded her son-in-law, still unbeknownst, as she rubbed her thick and majestic Kaisel mustache, opening her eyes cuttingly. Pat is closing his eyes and killing his breath, as if he had already given up everything. He was smart.

- To the fact that what the Lord is asking for is not an opinion, but a one-sided opponent to butch outrage.

Beyond the window, I still see the new mansion.

Hmm, snort again. What, that little filthy, miserable mansion?

Moderator of my Blackburn family.

Yes, even Pat sitting in front of himself right now lives in a slightly better build.

Luca was sad. Nelly's "Occupational Lady" will also, after so much time, think of us and learn to be vain. I thought so.

Unlike a man, a woman definitely has something cut off called a limit. If I'd forced you back when it was twenty, I wouldn't have had this hard time.

I'll find out. I'll find out, Cland and I will.

Luca thinks.

If this man doesn't convince you at all, I will rip my daughter off from you even if this man is inclined to the power of the Chamber of Commerce.

Luca's carriage was headed to the abode of the hateful man who took his beloved daughter, also known as the "Princess Mansion," burning the flames of red and black sentiment.

The Knights of the Phoenix, Gustave Holtzman, was announcing a visit in front of the princess's mansion while further solidifying her face, which also resembled its true square Acer board, into a kachikochi.

I'm doing something stupid. Gustave was continuing after the maid, on a carpet of fluffy hairy feet, in an indelible foothold as if drifting between the clouds.

The person I want to propose to is my wife. It also hears that he is a man with an itchy, noble and wonderful virtue to his lord. When I think of Rudge, my heart is disturbed by a thousand, and my heartbeat is striking an early bell like a boy who just found out about love.

Have I ever been such a man?

Regardless, I haven't spent until today, when I hate women and I'm thirty-two.

The house was blessed with gold grain. The correctness of the origins and the name of the Knights of the Phoenix were venerated for awe and reverence wherever they went, and most women could get them if they wanted.

But somehow. I can't explain why, but the rest doesn't last. I have also skilfully avoided talking about matchmaking that my grandparents and parents recommend because I am busy at work.

- I didn't know I was going to fall in love with one thing.

Even today, in the name of passing on the ex-post report of the other day's bandit crusade to Miss Artemisia Du Berkour of the White Cross Knights (Sanctus Knights) who acted together, that is how knowingly I came alone, without taking a confession. Don't be discouraged from the humble feeling that maybe you'll stumble upon her somewhere in the mansion.

"Oh, Hannah. Customer."

"Yes. We have thousands of guests today."

Gustave returned to me from his dreams when he saw a man speaking affectionately to the maid who would guide him.

The man. Is he twenty years old or there? Her upper body is wearing a cheap shirt and dirty shoes all over the mud. Until now, I wonder if they could help me. The wet shirt was sticking out perfectly.

The man is crawling on all fours with a beautiful girl on his back when he does. It would be an elf child. They were laughing at each other, how connected they were, gazing at the man on the horse and cackling and having fun.

- He's a very diligent man. Gustave loved besides the man who worked sweating on his forehead at the birth of the nobility. He says he encourages loyalty to the Lord of the Mansion in this way, unlike himself. Compared to that, on this day when I and I came......!

He was also a grateful man. I have to reward this loyal man for something.

Gustave quickly and thoroughly searched around his nose and hips as he called the maid looming in front of him and took out one pocket watch. I stretched out my thick arm to a man on all fours. The man, with a groggy face, was alternating watches with himself.

Perhaps I've never seen anything so expensive since I was born. pity. The feeling of having to reward him became stronger and stronger.

"Keep this. If you're in trouble, you should sell it."

"... ha"

"Well, good for you. There are some serious things to encourage."

"Yeah. Right."

The maid has the nose of a man crawling on all fours with his index finger on it.

Heh. You're good friends. Be happy.

The woman is a little younger, but it doesn't matter. Be a good couple.

When he did one good thing, Gustave felt a slightly backward emotion disappear from his chest with a small, damned grin.

- Um, I don't know.

During the refrain passed, it was quite spacious but extremely simple to build. This suited Gustave's sexual preference for quality rigidity. He tends to dislike pointless and unnecessarily luxurious conditioning.

- That's Lord Rudge's mansion. I can see how good my natural hobbies are.

It is not exactly a room where Rudge's will or anything else is interfering, but if a man belongs to someone he has fallen in love with, it is something he cannot afford to end because in a certain sense he seems to prefer anything.

The door behind him was accidentally knocked lightly as Gustave loosened the square tula, looking at the vial he had on his desk while putting his thick arms together.

"Isn't this Lord Gustave?"

"Lord Rudge..."

It was Rudge, the man, who appeared out of the open door with Gustave now in his face in his chest. This is a delightful surprise.

Gustave replied so briefly that, while offering a prayer of gratitude to God, he hid his inner agitation and stiffened his square face more and more squarely, rather sounding stuck.

"This is an odd thing."

"Since the other day, right? Why didn't you tell me what you were doing today?"

"That's right. Today, as part of our business. I wanted to tell Lord Artemisia about the backdrop of the recent bandit crusade. It's official business, so to speak. I did not ignore Lord Rudge, but the subject of today's requirements is Artemisia. That, what. Awkward, I don't want to do anything personal or official."

The more I try to fix it, the more difficult it gets. There's a daze and sweat on my forehead, and I can't even keep my eyes open. When I was very upset, I was just offered a handkerchief of good quality to use in front of me. The lady laughed at the poor Hua as if she were dull.

Grabbing a handkerchief as he trembles, he wipes the sweat off his cheek. The unspoken sweet fragrance tickled the nasal cavity. Gustave felt like rising to heaven, superimposing the received silk touch with Rudge's skin and immersed in deep intoxication.

"Well, I didn't know that you, the Knights of Phoenix, would be able to carry the messenger immediately. Besides, being able to clarify the boundaries between public affairs and private affairs is a good word for you. Yesterday no one like Sir Gustave."

Praised me. Praised me. Gustave struck his body with emotion by an unexpected storm of praise as he was forced to nail his gaze at Nicole and Rudge's poor lip movement smiling in front of him.

I want to hug you. I want to draw that thin, refreshing hip and try to feel it.

No matter if it's a dream you can't imagine. I didn't expect you to have so much trouble killing your fierce urges.

"No. This is natural. Besides, Lord Rudge. Awkward people are not that much of a person. Even though I'm busy, I can't let anything happen."

The truth is different.

Gustave forcibly came to the mansion in the form of a letter to be conveyed from the members' sleeves.

but his act like pushing a sidecar like that was also conveniently overwritten from the back of Gustave's brain by Rudge's praise.

Gustave talked while standing, but didn't miss the shadow floating on the fringe face of Chilla and Rudge.

"What...?

He was extremely amused to ask Rudge how he was feeling while shrinking the giant, as if a toddler were saying "is this okay" while checking his parents' complexion one way or another.

"Actually, I was planning to welcome my loved ones to the mansion today..."

"Oh, my God! If only you could just go right ahead then. I don't have time to waste talking to awkward people."

What a prudent man. When a woman comes with her yesterday, even though it's something she tries to attract people's ears and throws them in so badly that they don't even listen. The modesty of not being able to do important things so as not to shred the pleasure of each other is rightly the appraisal of the lady.

"No. For me, time with Lord Gustave is also important"

Oh. Oh! What a joy!

Gustave, for a moment, forgot that the woman in front of him was his wife, and let his brain graze in the sweet world, and even his soul soak in a zubble.

However, I can't refuse to do any more imitations that would be detrimental to this person in my own Wagamama.

He forced the reluctant rudge out of the room to focus on his original errands.

No more memories of the day. When I thought so and stayed seated in the chair, the door opened and an earlier younger man showed up.

"In place of tea - su"

"Mm-hmm. That's hard work, young man"

"No. Please take your time. Atchi."

It was my youngest son who was babysitting in the hallway earlier who brought tea replacement. Is he not so used to serving or dangerous? Success something hot in the contents of the cup with a hand.

Lower man's body. The sweaty upper body is incredibly forged, even from the eyes of Gustave, the knight of practice.

To see the muscle tension, when touched with the petapetta, the youngest flew away quickly with a surprised look. And the iron bottle of water in my hand doesn't shake even fine dust. This is evidence that the lower body muscles are equally well worked out.

"Young man. He has a pretty good body. How did you do that?"

"Huh. Me? Uh. Right. Brick loads, reinforcing bars? I guess I used to do a good job."

"Manual labor? It's a way of working out without some gaps."

Gustave was impressed. The way the youngest man speaks is not really suitable for your customer service, but his ungroomed physical hips and rough ways of life are probably normal for civilians who are not in the habit of learning manners. I don't need to reprimand you one way or another, and it doesn't make any sense.

As we continued our conversation for a while, somehow I felt strange going through with the Knights' rough guys, and Gustave only liked this junior boy for how long.

"Young man. I have such a good body, and I'll always have a hard time in my rental job."

"No, no. I don't hate this stuff either."

I also liked the reply. Gustave wrote down the location of the Knights of Phoenix when he took a piece of paper out of his nostalgia, in a snarky and streamlined manner.

"Hmm. If you change your mind about flying a flag, come to this place. I can teach you how to find something more worthwhile than becoming a serious adventurer or something. Anytime. I'll be waiting."

"Mmm. Well, I'll rely on you if anything happens to get kicked out of this mansion."

"What the hell, to a man's ass. Pity. Hehe. Kisama is quite an interesting man."

"Save it for praise, Joy Ultimate."

"Hey, stand there"

"What? No, I've been standing there for a long time."

"Fine. And take off your jacket."

"Uh, hey, wait. Why in such a unwanted direction? Did I do something wrong?

"Fine."

Gustave further stifled his square face and as he approached him, his youngest popped out of the room at a windy speed.

What are you in such a hurry about? Gustave sat slightly deeper in the chair with his long, thick legs stretched as he sighed the cup and dried the contents.

Is there a build-up of fatigue in the streak? Here, the city has a thriving influx of thieves, large and small, with no time for the Knights or to breathe. A little relaxation pushes the unconscious fatigue toward you as if you were stuffed with stones in your body's verses.

Nevertheless, how comfortable this chair is to sit on. When I was relaxed, a shadow appeared on the door that was open, and one middle-aged man appeared. When he wondered if his gaze had met directly from the front, the man made his eyes sharp as a sword, trying to stare at his enemies. Gustave was slightly confused.

"Victoire. I wonder what color the pants are today."

"Wow. What are you doing?

I'm not. It doesn't look like it.

Luca sighed deeply when she saw the man in front of her, forcing her maid's skirt to shame.

The man would be the youngest man to use in the mansion, seen from his face and crude behavior. The maid, who was guiding him with a clear face, happens to represent the horse leg and begins to chase the man.

The maid and the man run off to the other side of the hallway before Luca's short bag runs out.

Impossible. Impossible story. I can see that you don't even know the least bit of courtesy on top of the turbulent wind discipline.

Before he sees the Lord of the Mansion, he says that if he sees those who use it, he will know the extent. The maid is the face of the mansion.

Though the appearance was so neat that it could be described as a good lady, it would have made a maid of honor with a sharp increase in the number of businesswomen.

I've heard a lot about peeling off a little things like money, but putting customers aside and giving up their jobs is something that can't happen in real life first.

"Hey, Pat. You've made a good name for yourself. Nelly's father, who said he was president of the Blackburn Chamber of Commerce. Definitely."

"Ha..."

"Then why can they go that way! Are you licking this nonsense?"

"Chairman, you don't know what it's like to be a bunch of schoolless people. For them, you'll have a way of life that you can't even imagine where salt comes from. If you are more unhappy than that, it would be better if you let your son-in-law, the lord of this mansion, hear directly about it."

"Mm-hmm. Right. Pat, you know perfectly well. Now I have another reason to hold opinions about abusing my son-in-law. Now, this disrespect, I don't know what to do to make you wear it."

"After I lived again."

"Mm-hmm. What is it now?"

"No. More than that, is the reception room that room"

Not since I left myself, my father-in-law. As Luca entered Pat's pointed room with her big crotch, she sighted the big man sitting dockingly in the middle chair and let her eyes gobble.

heterogeneous. Square. Body, face, jaw, fist. It's amazingly messy. The limbs wrapped in an expensive fabric are still popping out by the muscles lurking beneath them.

- I got eyes on you.

His eyes had such intense power that he thought he was a beast living in the field. You don't have to change your words to understand.

The man in front of you, Klando, has undoubtedly lived in a world of violence for years. It had such an overwhelming presence that even an oblivious giant sword on its hips could only seem to accompany it.

Don't lose. In defeat of such a man, the name of the Blackburn clan is abolished. Luca sat somewhat in the front of the man, purposefully impressing a big move, trembling violently between her eyebrows.

He wasn't the kind of guy I thought he was. Luca understands. It was some sort of "smell" wrapped around that body that only a first-class man could understand.

It doesn't have to be this funny. The son-in-law and the son-in-law are in trouble.

Luca did not doubt that he would have forced a man named Klund to obtain a beautiful Nelly who had even fallen in love at first sight using his aristocratic cone anyway.

but this is different.

This is just how you confront each other, and you know it as you feel some sort of aura that dissipates.

The silent offensive continued. Initially, a man disguised as calm began to show something as if he had been tempered by Luca's temper. Sometimes I say, "What if it's important?" "Definitely. Out of age outfits," he says, and begins to whine to himself that doesn't make sense out of anxiety.

Well, it won't be impossible either. This Luca Blackburn is a man who has lived against the great merchants of the thousand seamounts, moving exactly the gold of a state unit. As such, just keep sitting across from each other and you can't help but wear it out.

- Nevertheless, you can admit the thickness of the liver that doesn't show fright.

"So, what?"

"What is it"

"What are you doing?"

"Ha. The Awkward belongs to the Knights of the Phoenix in Silver Villago"

Huh. Speaking of the Knights of Phoenix, it's quite a name in this Andrew state.

I have heard that the Knights' captain, with thorough meritocracy, has relentlessly refused to join the army if he decides that he will not endure that patience, no matter how high his stature.

Does the Knights of the Phoenix serve mean that he is quite an acclaimed samurai?

Unlike regular merchants, Luca never imitated simply looking down because she was a military man. It is natural to see the power of gold as the driving force driving the world beyond what was born as a merchant, but I knew that the crystal of force, the fruit of long training and blood and sweat, was also to be honored as a piece of human technology.

"That, what. What about work?"

"Ha. Every day, we want to continue our irresistible efforts and eradicate all evil from this world"

"Well, it's easy to say with your mouth, but you think you can really do that."

"I can. No, we must always be able to. Because that's..."

Because it's justice, the man said.

"Then let me ask you something. Believe and do."

Luca talked to the man on her knees as she drew the chair she was sitting in. The man's narrative was not what could be described as a very fluent one, but it was somewhere plain and believable and realistic.

I don't feel that it's prudent.

If you could, it would be something like a big iron chunk with rust on it.

Unlike a bell, beating doesn't sound cool, but its dull, loud tone is heavy on the ear, due to its dull weight, and it stays tailed forever. The dialogue lasted longer than I thought.

This man has faith.

To such certainty, Luca apologized for her previous disrespect and told her only one thing.

Say hello to your daughter.

"Yep. Leave everything to the awkward"

The men understood each other. Luca made her way to the front entrance of the mansion, trying to shake off the man who would hold her back. My valet Pat looked at me as if he were looking at someone else. What else? It was a good feeling, as if it had been purified with no heart left to starve.

"Uh, Chairman. What was your son-in-law like?"

"Idiot. Assuming it's your backbone. Mr. Krander, but Mr. Krander."

"Yeah! Oh, well, hey"

"He's a completely blind man. I knew it from the beginning. Non's daughter can't have chosen a strange man. Damn, people still don't know much if they don't try to see each other. There are still a lot of things I don't want to know. Oh! And Klander said that money was needed to maintain security. Pat. Send a registered letter to Nelly for now. Well, let's start with 50 million pounds."

"Hi. hey, wait. Wait, Chairman. Did you lose your mind, Mr. Klander?

"Don't be silly. This is, what? I'm just resting. Thank you for letting me dream."

Luca smiled at Nihil as she stroked her moustache with her fingertips.

"Um. This is my opinion. If the chairman has recognized Mr. Krander, how about sending him a lot of money so easily?"

"You! If you want to tear up the company of Nong and Klund! All right, I got it. At this time. You're going to make a good disparaging statement about Klando, get into Nelly on top of it, and get our Chamber of Commerce without remaining from the sidelines!

"Wait a minute! Why does the conversation go so far? Well, then, I'm a rare big villain, am I not! No, I'm not. I would like to encourage Krander to grow further by giving him the courtesy! I think remittances would be better for both sides if they were really in trouble. Keep watching in the distance, I have to......! I thought it would be better."

"Oh well. Is that better? Come on, I can't help it. Will you do that this time?"

"Good. Now I don't have to let your wife fool me."

"What have you been up to now?"

"No! Absolutely! Oh, yeah! Aren't you going to see your daughter?

"No, it would be better if we didn't meet here."

"That's all right now. Let's get out of here before you change your mind."

Pat hurries as he pushes Luca's back as he lifts his sweat countless times on his forehead.

"Whoa. What are you in such a hurry about? Totally."

"Father!

Luca and Pat, who had been dropped off by a maid at the front door, raised their faces to a familiar voice.

There was Nelly, one of Luca's daughters, who rushed over in a hurry.

"Um, I heard from the office, so I hurried...!

Luca stared at Nelly's face with a hard expression somewhere for a while before letting her cheeks loosen up all the time.

"I'll be back. I've already spoken enough today. Besides, Non made one mistake. Your husband was more than I thought."

"Uh."

Nelly stays and moves her gaze to the front door. I can't help it. I had a pointless attitude towards my daughter when I thought about it. but if you have eyes to identify a great man like that, then I guess Nelly has been rubbed by a lot of public rough waves, too. I have to admit.

I shifted my gaze to the noisy voice that jumped in unexpectedly.

There was a younger man who had just seen him take off his skin a morphological pattern of the monkeys he had decorated to the point of being excessive against Dark Elf's daughter.

"Here, Liza. Monkey."

"Wait! Hey, really. If you were to wait! Hey, seriously, forgive me. I can really skin my stomach.

Is Dark Elf's daughter a barbarian outfit? He was rolling around the ground dressed naked and laughing at the man's vulgar and extreme art.

Luca didn't feel as angry about it as she did anymore when she saw such a ruthless bastard orbitless.

My son-in-law will teach you how to be a servant.

"Absolutely."

Far rear of the carriage where Luca left off, Nellie, stunned up, muttered "What is it?" in a small way.