Dungeon+Harem+Master

- My father forgives me while I cry. I hope I'm sorry.

Judy - you won't need a last name. She was sold as a slave to a wealthy merchant, twelve pieces of silver coin.

Jordan Maskar, the wheat merchant who bought her, fourteen, was not so flawed in character as to take it away and give it an abnormal sexual habit, but still was so hateful when Judy was imprinted on his right shoulder in the barn of the merchant with a baking mark of a certificate that would be an asset to the Maskar family.

Judy was born of a lower aristocracy. Born, the house was poor and it wasn't a particularly rare story in this city of Silver Villago that he sold himself to get his sickly father's drug bill.

Still, it was only humiliating for her to wake up in a place like a livestock shed, chasing her for chores every day and, night after night, to serve her on the pillow to satisfy the Lord's lust, like any other uncultivated slave.

Jordan is a mediocre middle-aged man, but Kim had enough to roar. Judy was stunned one day that the Lord gradually stopped thinking about it as he touched his body with regret.

But a fallen self as a slave can no longer be helped. Every day, I felt my heart waning, another self watching with cold eyes somewhere, and when a naturally chilly grin began to appear on the edge of my mouth, oh I wondered if this was finally the case, that incident happened. It is the simultaneous beeping of those who call themselves the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves.

God didn't abandon himself. In contrast to Judy, who floats with joy, none of the other slaves reacted close to nothing.

Everyone has no hegemony of taking this opportunity. It should also be true that most of the men and women in the dozen, besides, were only in their thirties and forties, and they were not so dissatisfied with their present situation.

Judy, still a poor but aristocratic end, was accustomed to a much finer life than they were. Yes, Judy didn't know, but Jordan the Wheat Merchant's treatment of slaves was not a bad one, but rather an overly thick category.

If you get sick, you can give me a break from work, and I can show it to the doctor properly. The room was crude, but there was a single compartment, where the husband was allowed to be a couple of slaves if he allowed them to, and the gift of buying the minimum things necessary for life if a child was born.

In the first place, there is no way for a human being who falls into slavery to eat at a good age and be thrown out by the public. There is no decent merchant like using desertion slaves, and it is the och who at best has trouble eating and commits cheap crimes and is slaughtered by the soldiers and knights of the castle.

But Judy didn't know that. She decided to flee the mansion, pelting the sweet little delusions of the revolutionary warriors who came to the Lord's fleeing mansion. She withered her voice and preached the escape to her companions. but there was not one thing in tune.

I want to run, but I'm still scared by myself. Humans are organisms that live in flocks. Even if my hopes are firmly established, I can hardly make it through with zero tuners.

Besides, so was Judy's character and birth. Being poor, she, a nobleman born when her parents still had room for money, had never before decided something of her own accord. In the dark cabin, rather eyes blaming Judy, pierce them all together.

Why? Why not! Everyone was running away.

"Me too, Yuko"

At ease, one shadow moved. Judy looked at the woman who made the flag clear on the spot, with a full grin.

She is a gladiator slave Prihelia. I remember being old, maybe one turn above Judy. She did not recognize the Lord as a "poor being" who was forced to kill with slaves and beasts in other houses when entertaining guests on banquet seats.

Prihelia doesn't look bad. No, I was out of a group of slaves. If you ask, I heard that before Judy was bought, she was all alone in the Lord's favor.

In the first place, the relatively young female slave to be replaced by a concubine was none other than Judy and Prihelia. Prihelia broke Judy's collar easily with a long sword she stole from her mother's armory. When I saw it fall like a bolt of leather, there were twitches and tears.

Finally, I can get out of here. All that time, I didn't even think of fine dust, such as the suffering that would come, I just saw the outside world wrapped in light.

The collector was sweating on his forehead, wiping the table of the silver carriage pavilion diligently. With a black, glossy season, it is stained with alcohol and fat due to nightly abuse.

"Thank you. Ugh. It's beautiful."

"Oh. That's not uncommon, Klando. What, are you cleaning me?

Marya, a help talent, was still laughing in a manly outfit when the collector glimpsed behind her back. She was a friend of Lacey's, leaving management almost at her disposal, mainly when she had to leave the store. I pay a lot of money for that.

"Yeah. If you keep this table clean, Lacey will give you ten pounds."

"What's that? It's not about kids."

"Recently, I've been restricted on pennies. Don't laugh, it's a matter of life and death..."

The collector was frozen by Nelly the day after he returned from the dungeon, thanks to spending money on the field map as a launch. Now I can't even get a cup of tea out there.

"Hmm. So, what about Lacey?

"Make a face up there"

When she leaves the store, Lacey's makeup has dark eyes.

"Ah, that. Right, right. Now, hippo?

"No, you just explained it. We're about to get ready for the store."

"Fine, fine. I don't know. Hey, let's talk over here. Ugh."

Marya, who was sitting at the table, finally jumped off, flickering a highly exposed dress with almost half her breasts visible. Let's not put an ass on a place to eat something. The rude one.

No, rather put that big ass over my face, haha but I slapped the cloth towel in my hand into the bucket at my feet.

"Ugh, no. I need your help."

"Er. 'Cause Klund's doing it. Mostly, I've been too busy lately! The help kids don't always reside at the silver carriage pavilion either. More people. Okay, hey, hey."

Marya sticks her chest hand in her chest when she gets stuck with the keeper. The collector slaps Marya in the palm of her hand as she mumbles. She frowned unhappily when she swelled her cheeks.

"So seriously, it's not gold! I wonder why Omei is so rich and rough. By and large, the solicitation stickers are so sticky that you don't like them everywhere! I heard that one day there won't be a woman in the store, and that Marya's gonna bully me."

"Because. Those kids. Come on, they're younger than me, and they have bigger tits. I get a lot of chips from customers. You don't like that. Nah! I activated the agency owner's authority and kicked him out."

When Marya patted her long lashes, she laughed out loud, kerallying about what was wrong. Really, this Latino Nori can't keep up.

It's Peena. Their Nori resembles Filipina. It immediately explodes your emotions, and when you do, singing is dancing. So, besides, as soon as you take your eyes off, you try to skip work. I'm used to it now, but it was a good example of how Lacey had a decent personality.

"That's why you don't gasp people's nostalgia. Seriously, right now, it's not gold."

"But - but - You live in a really big mansion called Klund. There's plenty of concubines! I've got a lot of kids. Anyway, just a little something. Um, hey, I don't, I have the clothes and accessories I want right now. I was turning Kland into an athlete, wasn't I? Hey, wish."

"Why should I contribute to you? You can buy that for your own man..."

"Eh. I can't do a man. I work here every day. Besides, Klando, if a customer tries to dictate, they'll stare at you right away. That's it, isn't it? You're jealous of me, aren't you?

"That's not true. I just tried to see if you were the right guy. I can't stand it when you guys get toyed with at play. If you're serious, you'll stare back. That's how a man lives. If you want to get the woman you like, you bet on one or two of your lives."

"That's what makes me unfamiliar. Fill it up. Hey, hey, hey. It doesn't have to be today. I don't know if I'm more sure about Attch. Yo?

"What confidence... Oi! Hey, don't get on your knees all of a sudden, don't pull my son out. Because the public wind is cold. Because there's Mr. Lacey up there! Lame. Whoa!

My heart cummed.

"- What, are you doing it?

The caveman froze his liver in his cold voice. When I looked up, there Lacey, who decided to make up perfectly, was about to come down slowly as she forced her to wear a crimson dress.

To stand out in the somewhat dim store, I applied it to a slightly darker eye, which highlighted even more clearly the shadow of her carved deep appearance, which, thankfully, was quite compelling.

"Ah. Oh, this is it. It's a misunderstanding!

I get a trembling voice. At the same time, the important part shrunk all the time. I rush to store my sun in my pants. Positioning is also important.

The scrotum shrinks. The shy one. The collector lagged slightly behind as he was exposed to Lacey's temperatureless gaze. As he toed forward, the floating floorboard of the wood sounded smudged.

If Marya thinks she's scared, she's fine. She's making sure her fingernails are pointy. In such cases, the collector was heckly.

"Hey, Klando. I was going to ask you to clean the store. Nah, I wonder why you're throwing out such a weird thing. This isn't a bathroom, is it? I think even little kids like that can tell. That's weird. Klando. I wonder if I've just become a little girl in my head. Hey. Hey! Hey, I'm listening!

"I'm gonna go buy it out."

"Ah, here! Don't wait!

When the collector quickly turned himself over, he waved his coat in a bulky breeze and escaped the scene at an awesome speed.

It was time to rush through the evening, successfully slipping through the craftsmen who would follow home after work at the factory and on the go. At times like this, the opponent also has blood on his head.

It's better to take time, but it's up to us to be good. I can't even look at Hilda the day she hit the heck out of me until Lacey. My heart is pounding and my sweat is pouring down my forehead. It's a lot of cloudwork. The collector let him sweat as he deposited his back in the trunk of the bridge, exposing himself to the occasional cool breeze.

"Huh. Shh. Shh. Well, how do I get in the mood? Trouble. Trouble."

The collector assumed he wasn't so worried about Tachi, but I still think Hilda was a mess. She was the opponent of a category where walnuts and sprinkles would go through, but did you really feel scared about yesterday, even when the couple were in business, the heat was the same as usual during the production, but after all, she would always shake an irregular story, but there was something going on.

I seriously think militant tournaments are crap. The prize money is certainly huge at 10 million p (pounds), but every festival like this is just enough to enjoy sightseeing from the side and making it into a liquor dish instead of attending it yourself.

According to Nelly, the Adventurer's Guild was primarily responsible for running the tournament, and the basics were that it was extremely noisy.

Tools are iron bars, even if they use blade drawers. It also weighs and has the ability to kill people and is excessive. Naturally, if you are plunged into a steeple, it is often and heavily injured, bad and instant death.

Bloody Sizka, Victoire, Dorothea, and others had made it "good" to compete with pleasure, but Artemisia, a cleric knight, showed difficulty in making martial arts a spectacle, a stance that even Lacey resolutely chanted NO and that Karen and Liza were also foolish to cut themselves for money.

The collector, too, only publicly declared that he would not leave from the beginning, and if he now announced his appearance with the scarecrow, he would be explored for a stomach that would not hurt. It was mildly depressing.

"But if you shut up and jizz, that idiot is going to have a nasty vibe for brain-muscle kids. This is a cool place to show off. Ah, well, maybe we'll wait for the end."

Going shopping is, of course, a convenience to get out of that place. The money in hand was used up yesterday for buying a paper bag from a boy in Lower Town. Across the street, several children are rushing around well.

In time, an old girl found a stall and bought skewered baked goods for the younger children as well. The burning fragrant smell of meat and sauce tickled the nasal cavity and the belly worm grew larger. I'm jealous, but I don't have a single piece of copper coin.

"Let's go back quietly and apologize to Lacey..."

And let me feed you something. While I think so, I walk down with Tobotobo. In front of the silver carriage pavilion, they were so surrounded by hedges that they couldn't get inside.

"Well, what the hell?"

The treasurer glanced at the pocket watch he had received from the mysterious knight the other day. Not an hour has passed since the earlier stuffing.

In the first place, it was still a night's sleep, and I could also see the faces of the regular guests of the Chillajolla and Silver Carriage Pavilion around.

Everything is too mysterious. Even if the shops are crowded, it's a strange story that they're surrounded just like this.

"Klund! Oh, my God! There's been a theft in the silver carriage pavilion! Lacey and the others are hostages!

"Mm-hmm?

A caster's bogie, who was familiar with his face as he stood like an asshole, shouted bright red hair.

- I'm not kidding. Damn, next to next......!

"Hey, Temehe and the others, get out of the way. Let me through."

Most of them are neighbors. Everyone looked anxious, but when he saw the keeper, he revealed his joy.

Everyone knows that the collector stands up remarkably. The neighbors, the women in the lower town, and the maids and women's salaries said, "Hold on!" "I've been waiting!" "Do something. Huh!" He slaps me on the shoulder. A man with a flabby hips in front of the swing door a few more steps closer to the store than Rengaki caught his eye. He's a middle-aged vigilante in charge of the district around here, Hugo.

"What's the situation?

"Fuck you, Crando! It's late. Whoa. Where have you been? Oh, my God, Lacey and Marya! They're gonna kill me. Ooh!

"Calm down. First of all, how are you feeling?"

Hugo knew Lacey from an early age and I know she'd be upset, but that's the same thing as a collector. No, rather, the anger remembered for anxiety and the irrationality of a sudden incident is not in line.

The treasurer slowly counted from one to ten, behind his chest. By doing so, I can calm some anger and see things in a big way. It's called the Jefferson effect. Hugo was gradually recovering from the upset as he saw Lacey's husband, the zodiac's calm attitude.

"What's inside is a woman's escaped slave. The numbers are big and small. My little girl is more luxurious to look at, but the other crack takes the Gotsui sword. Well, I'll use it pretty good."

"Okay.InformationThanx. What are they asking for?

"No, I'm just here, too. Chicken was more of a canvassing sprinkler and the big lady was following it. That would be a gladiator slave from the way the meat is put on and the foot. I don't think I can do it a little bit like looking at a gap and being slashed.

I've just contacted the Knights of the Phoenix, but to bad things in between, some of the poor people seem to have beeped up in the East End. Anything, though, seems to have exploded when the workers were cut out of the commercial guild's non-payment of wages. Most of them are decent citizens, so it will fit right in depending on the negotiations, but that means a little soon "

"What a region of political instability. We're gonna have to do this here. I'm sorry, but can you leave it to me? I'm sorry I crushed your face."

"No, that would help. Honestly, I haven't been feeling well lately. I'm sorry to hear that, but even if they want me to take down that gladiator slave, I can't do it with my arm."

When the collector asked Hugo's ear for a message to cross to the princess's mansion, he walked over with a large Zukazuka strand to the front of the store.

"- And that's why we're going to negotiate. - Whoa! Look, I'm gonna have a cool brother in here right now, so just be quiet!

"Slowly! Try a strange imitation, this woman's neck will fly!

He was a beautiful voice who often passed by.

It sounds so good and powerful that I accidentally roar. As the collector pushed the swing door open and put one leg in, Lacey's pale face, with a long sword stuck around her neck, jumped in as the lantern lit up, and her head was accidentally incandescently incandescent.

"Krando."

Her lips are beautifully colored in red. Fuck off! I could see a swordfight slave woman slightly floating a kakakato with no expression, feeling bloated and murderous from the whole body of the collector.

I see. It's long. Hugo called her a big woman, but from the position of the counter and the hips of the gladiator slaves, it would be about the same as Victoire at best or one big fist.

Because of his fear of thieves, Hugo's eyes were much bigger than his real image. Just now, with a strong light source on her back, the widened shadow allowed her back length to grow even further.

When observed calmly in this way, the skin is rough and dirty but not so badly made. No, it would fall into the beauty category, but the dizziness in my eyes was different. The collector felt something of the same kind that Sizka once lived in his eyes, but pity was not on the table. Seeing, Marya is holding her eyes with her back tied with a cloth cut off to the chair. Probably stunned by the hand of a gladiator slave.

"Calm down. Let's put our weapons down and discuss this carefully first. You guys are still young. Youth is."

"Drop all the weapons you have. Otherwise, I don't care what happens to this girl!

From the shadow of the counter a gilding golden cut echoed in my ear. Seeing, a much younger girl than a gladiator slave had her eyes bright red and her fork poked into Lacey's eyes. I'm not sure how old my personality is, but maybe twelve or three? This one has pretty good hair and skin color gloss.

(Either way, I'm gonna cut your head off. You can't move so badly and turn Lacey into a scratch thing)

"Okay. Drop the weapon. So drop your weapon."

"We're surrounded! You can't do that. Ugh."

You think if I show you a gap at all, you'll be dodged in, or the younger one is keeping an eye on the doorway.

By contrast, the gladiator slaves, who looked like they were in their mid-twenties or so, were rather calm when they said they were being caught up to this point.

No, the inner mind, more than anything else, doesn't even surface the upset with fine dust. That seemed more like a throwaway attitude than a cool one, rather more dangerous than a Kinkin girl.

"I'm Klando. I'm the owner of this place. My wife Lacey is the one you're capturing right now. It's Marya who's rolling. I got a name. You could tell me your name or something."

"I'm Judy Anderso - it's Judy. That's Prihelia."

"Right, Prihelia to Judy? That's a pretty pretty name. Let's get along."

The collectors first taught the thieves their names. Humans, knowing the name and knowing the background of the person makes it easy to hurt.

On top of that, the collector impressed Lacey and herself as husband and wife in a calm manner. This obviously worked or the girl named Judy clearly softened her attitude better. On top of that, she named her family along the way. This means that, from that disciplined attitude, a certain class of people are courteous enough to name back when they are named.

Observing it seems more like a little girl who is apparently calling for an initiative, but the fact is that Prihelia, with an unusual eye coma, holds the key to this occasion. Lacey's neck would break up with her torso with only a few moves of her, well-trained arms for a woman. Marya is also in that position, besides losing her mind, there is no way to make an attack.

- Can we go? Ask yourself. Whether or not you can take control of the field by clawing the neck of a gladiator slave with one blow. It's a little difficult on its own.

Only on days like this, Loulou is at home waiting for the moon itself badly. If you call Karen or Liza, it will be possible to rescue Lacey and the others with their long-range shooting and earthly magic. That's all I thought about, Prihelia went licking her cracked lips on the cassava.

"Throw it away. This is the last time."

"Okay."

My eyes were burning and rolling so strangely. That's the truth that doesn't hide the intent to kill. As Prihelia was told, the collector pulled the long sword "Black Lion” out of his waist and placed it at his feet.

"Kick it and come over here. Judy, please."

"Uh-huh."

"There you go."

The collector slid over the floorboard as he kicked the sheath of the long sword. Judy jumps and grabs the sword. By taking the weapon away from the man in front of you, you let go, smiling at him. It was a truly simple look, out of line with the act.

"What's the demand? Is that money? If it's money, there's a money letter in the back. Take it all."

"We are not bandits"

"That's right. Prihelia is right, we are not bandits. I'll borrow some money until I get out of the castle. Of course, I'll write a deposition. I'll give you back the interest when I work."

"Okay, so Antara is trying to get out of this castle. You think it's possible."

"Shut up. Shut up. We're gonna get out of here. Also, going back to being a slave is a dead thing to do!

"Okay. Okay, so calm down. If you're a hostage, I'll take Lacey's place. Please. I'm the love wife who finally made it! Whatever happens to me, it's not about Lacey. Just let Marya go. You know what I mean. The spiciness of the captive!

"Duh, what do we do?

"Don't be fooled. You can't even take such a big man with you. Also, I'm not sure I can help you. Hostages are better for women."

"Oh, yeah! Prihelia is getting it right. I almost got fooled. Anyway, we can't exchange hostages. Mr. Klander. Quick, keep the people out of here away. And a getaway carriage and a change of clothes. And water and food!

"Is there another one out there? Run to the Dark Clouds and you'll be captured by the Knights within that day."

"You don't have to worry about me that much. Until we get out of the castle. This woman will also be released by the castle gate. Carriage. And water and food. Otherwise, I'll kill you."

"I'll kill you. Give me a break to kill you. Then at least let Marya get away with it. She is a free employee. Please, you're right."

The collector rubbed his head against the floorboard to show his defenseless neck and back. It's not in my eyes, but I felt the air flow upset by the two of them. Lacey is shivering her voice. After doing that for a while, I heard the noise of rubbing things together with Goso.

"Face up. Let her get away with it. Instead, you'll be held hostage."

"I'll thank you!

The collector smiled heartily and unexpectedly. Now Lacey will be a little light-hearted, too. I have eyes for Prihelia. Dark blue eyes seemed to shake just a little.

Marya finally regained her mind when she watered her face and slapped her cheek a few times. When we talked about letting her get away first, Marya was seriously angry and crying. Judy and Prihelia. When I hug the collector with my thoughts, I spill tears.

Well, whatever you think, it doesn't seem like a free employer-employee relationship, but Lacey was also extremely impressed and crying, so this isn't so much a problem.

As the collector crawled to the end of the store while Prihelia poked his sword at him, he asked Hugo, a vigilante, to arrange the carriage and supplies as she demanded. It was a light fire in the hands of a spectacular crowd, bright as daylight outside.

- Wedged deeply into the two liberating slaves. They think they hold hostages well, but the truth was different. As for this one, he asks Hugo to send out a message to inform the Mansion. The more time passed, the less advantageous it was.

"Get Marya out of here."

"I'll decide when to do that here"

Prihelia looks like she's been flushed by emotion, and she's quite tenacious. Marya doesn't even try to move a little while holding onto Lacey either. As the collector stuffed his breath and watched the cold-faced gladiator slave, he spoke from her side.

"Really, I guess the carriage and supplies will be ready soon"

"Oh. I got it. Hugo is not an idiot. I'll make sure you do what you ask."

"Right."

It was wrapped around in rough ropes, but Prihelia never accidentally approached the position of being flown over with caution. She could sacrifice her sword and slaughter her keeper at any time, but her vigilance was not so discreet as to loosen the dust.

"Hey."

"What?

"Why did you imitate that earlier? That would be quite humiliating."

"I don't know what that is."

"A civilian without pride."

Show thinly distorted lips so that Prihelia provokes them. But the net difference.

"Different. If it's for Lacey, I don't know what to do. If you want me to lick your shoes, give me your shoes. If you want me to lick your ass hole, I'll lick as much as I want. To me, pride is such a thing. Compared to Lacey, anything is light."

"KLAND......!

Lacey crimson her eyes. At the same time, strong emotions dwelt for the first time in the eyes of Prihelia, who was emotionless, and seemed to burn all at once.

"Interesting. Then try licking my shoes now. Those are also lowly gladiator slave shoes! Just a man's mouth, anyway? Oh, yeah. I don't want anyone to be ashamed of me here! Come to the door. Outside, there's a bunch of high-profile idiots out there. Just your mouth anyway."

The explosion of Prihelia's emotions was sudden. My partner Judy is also surprised with her eyes round. The collector tried to keep her mind calm the more she exposed her emotions.

"Fine."

The collector woke himself up trying to force him to stand in a winding state.

"Stop it, Clando."

Lacey lifted her neck and made an uninterrupted voice.

"Hey Prihelia, what are you thinking? I don't want to go out there!

"Come!"

Prihelia took Judy's words and other collectors outside who could not move as if they could not hear him. Hugo and the neighbors turn their gaze away at the collector and the gladiator slave in a mixture of curiosity and mercy.

"Come on!"

Are you no longer able to pull in? Prihelia greeted the queen, stretching out her white, beautiful legs from her slit of cut in. When the collector kneels without hesitation, he puts his face closer to the mud shoes.

As the crowd boiled doggedly, Prihelia pulled her legs in haste.

She yelled in a bright red face as she dragged the collector into the store again.

"You idiot! I can't believe you're really trying. Damn it!"

Prihelia's expression. That was not to boast that the man had succumbed to himself, but rather a very weak and far-fetched thing like being betrayed somewhere.