Dungeon+Harem+Master

Prihelia was stubbornly stroking her throat up with her left arm as she sat under the counter.

You've been fitted with a collar that's a sign of slavery for a long time, and that's all unusually blue and white.

From inside her, the kind of concentration she lacked in the beginning was obvious. The cutting-edge of the long sword held in his right hand is directed at the sleeping collector, but the threatening killer has already faded.

Slightly further away, I see Lacey and Marya, bound together, thrown into their mouths like toddlers with a thousand pieces of bread cut by Judy's hand. Judy, hungry, offered to take care of the hostages and feed themselves.

The collector was horrified to see the two of them chew bread healthy. I could stand as much as I wanted for my difficulty, but when it came to the women, I couldn't do it anymore.

"Prihelia"

"What?"

Thank you, Meshi.

"... this is what happened to you because of us. Why don't you resent me?"

"Hey. Can't we just let this pointless thing go away already? We can still make it now. I'll talk to the vigilante and the face players. Sin will be lighter."

"So are we as slaves as we are? No, naturally, they'll put it back to the Lord. Slaves are free private property. Neither will the Mascars forgive me or Judy over the Ments. Look, take this baking mark. I am a woman who has already abandoned her life.

But that girl is still so young. I can't believe everything's over here. There's no way you can be stupid like that. "

As the collector lay down, he gazed jiggly at the slow-moving lips of Prihelia and the aftermath of the burning, who peeled off his shoulders and spoke with a whisper.

After a while, Judy also took off her jacket and stuck it in turn to Lacey, Marya and then the collector. I know he'd been hanging around for a long time, but Judy cried wacky with his face only mouth this time like a toddler when he cushioned his face that was pulling him to the limit.

"I'm fucked already. Living in a dirty barn is also... thin porridge from morning to evening, working until the bones are crushed in a glass... Me, until I was dropped as a slave... she was a normal daughter... why? Why is this happening? I didn't want to marry a nice knight......! You're not that familiar.

… so, so. I don't like it anymore... but a middle-aged man who doesn't even like it licks his body around is going to go back to the cabin after it's done and sleep in a dreary blanket.... I don't mind if it's normal. Normally, be your wife. Sleep in a normally dried bed! … give up expensive ornaments, jewelry, clothes too! I don't like dying without stepping out of the mansion and not knowing about love. I usually want to chat with friends. It doesn't have to be fuzzy bread, so I ate something warm and full of peace of mind. What! Why does God keep seeing me like this?

Lacey and Marya either sympathized with Judy's situation or cried out as they responded. I've heard of it before. Marya once said that at a very young age, the conversation had progressed to just before she sold herself for a poor house. Although falling into slavery is not uncommon in itself for the poor class of humans, Judy still couldn't seem to adapt to the environment.

It reminded me of the philosophy of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. Their means might have been wrong, but the ideal was probably something beautiful.

but nowadays this world always needs a workforce in the name of slavery, and it can't be great because the collector has his own Pordina.

When the collector turned to the water, Prihelia would still have accumulated depression after a hard escape life, too.

I've told you how to get past it.

The escape from the Maskar family by the hands of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves. That he had slashed and tied several times with the Gorotsuki hired by his chaser, turning the less popular splinter house over. Sometimes the two of us sold ourselves a substitute and got the day's food support. What I knew, but the world was colder than I thought.

"No slave other than you escaped."

"Judy doesn't know the world. At least it's about me."

"Why do you have so much reason to put your shoulder in there? You really didn't think you could get away with it."

"What about that girl? When I was wounded in a spectacle, he used to see me. So much so that the Mascars are not in terrible condition. It's more of a class, but she's out of a better house than I am. He couldn't get used to it..."

"You don't have to get used to slavery."

"I knew it. You're the same. Accept it."

Light returned only for a moment to Prihelia's eyes. At the same time, he felt several fierce chunks of malice, faint from across the door, but moving on breaking the wind.

"What,?

When the collector let his body jump just by his ankle, he covered himself in the body of Prihelia. Her light brown hair rocked violently. Holy shit. I learned severe burning pain on my shoulders along with the sound of beating meat.

The raid. At the same time, about four shadows leapt into the silver carriage pavilion. The collector struck out thinking of the shadow that had jumped as he pulled through the arrow stabbed him in the shoulder with a selfless obsession. The shadows blew away as the gobbles and bones sounded. Tables and liquor containers in the store made loud noises and were scattered cluttered.

It is visible during vision that Prihelia peels off her eyes and wakes her upper body. I put my full strength into my tied arms. I can see my arms muscles swelling up.

Honestly, if you are serious about this level of tying, there is no such thing as cutting a thousand pieces. The rope was about to rot that Judy had appropriately found from the kitchen. I guess Prihelia wasn't used to tying people up either.

In short, when you are tied up, if you use your body to inflate your muscles and create a subtle gap between the rope and your body, it is useful to get out. He stretched out his liberated right arm and held Prihelia's head down. At the same time, he kicked up the man's jaw with his knees as he approached him. The man blew backwards as he chewed his tongue off a thousand times.

"Oui, what the hell are you doing? We're here to help you."

A big man shoved open the swing door and appeared as he received a fellow who was lightly bounced like a piece of paper, with a tannic voice.

It is indeed a gripping face. Are you interested in eventual rough events, the face is unusually cut and the meat flourishes and the irregularities are severe? There were no eyebrows, all eyes were gleaming and vicious glow.

Eventually I was trying to hide on the big man's back, two men turned up. The two dressed snugly turned out to be watching the frightened but behind-the-scenes Prihelians.

"He's from Maskar's house."

Judy quickly hid behind the collector as Prihelia shrugged away from the Laceys. I don't know which one is the villain with this. She instinctively hid with her eyes on a man who seemed to take her side here. When the treasurer exhaled loudly, he pushed back the cutting-edge of the sword that Prihelia had erected, and coughed.

"What brings you here to help? Shoot arrows at people in pieces. There's more to it than that."

"My hand slipped."

"What happened to Hugo?

"That useless Osama would have had you outside. I'll take care of the rest. You'll have to pull up with your wives."

"Just to be sure, Temei was hired to retrieve slaves."

"This is not good for Gorotsuki again. We're in the same business, right? At least, it's Mr. Klander. I've seen you in the guild before, haven't I?

"Temehe's an adventurer, too."

"It's Reynolds. There's no harm in remembering. And, as you can guess, it's the same hole as you. Me and the two of them are good citizens who just took on a request that the Mascars entrusted to the Adventurers Guild. That's terrible. I can't believe I'm suddenly beating you up without asking why."

"Judy! Prihelia! I don't care how much trouble you cause others to get your Maskar family names dirty!

"Your husband is very angry. Especially Judy! I don't know if you're a former nobleman's daughter, but this is the quote danced to the sloppy mouth of the Alliance for the Liberation of Slaves and the Dogs while my husband watched me so much. We have to get you in front of Jordanian no matter what.

Two people, who seem to be the Maskar family's understudy from the mouth, are changing their blood phase and yelling at them. Judy was thumping her teeth and teeth with trembling violently, either from the habit of ninja engraved on her body.

"It's Mr. Klund. Don't wake up strange martial arts. They are the fleeing slaves of the historic Maskar family, so to speak, assets. Try to imitate us any worse. The Knights of the Phoenix outside will catch you this time."

"The Knights of Phoenix -"

Prihelia's face hardened violently. I suppose you know the name of the Knights of Phoenix, which should be called absolute justice that reigns in this city, even if it is a slave who is neglectful of care. In fact, I just find out I'm under siege and I get my back smashed. That was also their limit.

"How much did you let him grab?

It would not be possible by a uniform means to gather the busy knights in this short time.

"Ask the merchant's husband there. Commercially, I'm guessing you're letting them get their nose drops for what they deserve. I want to do it. I want to do it. We're just cautionary sticks. Ladies. Keep that heavy ass up and quiet. Look, if it's weird, you might be able to save your life. That's what I'm talking about, Mr. Moderator."

"Yeah, yeah. Even when it comes to slavery, it is not permitted under the laws of the kingdom to hurt you. However, when you return to the Mansion, you will not be able to show any other slaves unless you take the kejime."

Judy screamed and held her head in. Prihelia also stifled her tight face further as she drowned sweat on her forehead. The treasurer whispered small toward Prihelia.

"By the way, what?

"Fugitive female slaves will be used and crushed in years after being gang-raped by livestock in front of everyone. Though I was prepared because I was too much of a child to bear. Judy wants to help you.... hey! You guys. I'll listen to anything you say. So why don't you just manage to take the form of this kid being forced to drag me down, even if he doesn't want me to miss it?

Reynolds and the men of his generation quickly floated a favorable color in their eyes when they heard the words, leaking a nigga and a grin. It's a sticky, nasty, disgusting shady thing.

"Hmm. If you look closely, you're too smart to be a slave. Not bad meat, either. Hey, husband. Why don't you take what that older woman wants? I guess there's discretion around that."

"So, but..."

"What? We're not just having fun. Think about the meaning of words. That woman said she would do anything. In other words, it's a dimension that even a serious businesswoman can try something from one to ten. Hey, it's your sister. What's your name?"

"It's Prihelia."

"Prihelia asks you anything about us, right? That's about as good as a preface to lick as to puff an ass hole?

Reynolds narrowed his eyes inadvertently as he licked his thin lips up with his tongue.

"I don't want it twice. If you can help Judy."

"So we have a negotiation. Hey, Klando. That's what I'm talking about, so why don't you keep that kid over there for a while? I'll be back in a few days to pick it up."

"Brother, no! And, thighs, of course, spills on us...!

"Hehe. Don't be disappointed. Yes, sir. Let's just get out of this store. I know a great whorehouse to blame a woman for. Hey, get the fuck out of here, Prihelia! Temei is a slave! It's just a meat tool to freshen us up from the waist down."

When Prihelia threw her sword with an enlightened face, she stood up completely. But unlike I had imagined, I no longer had any worries in her eyes.

The figure, shaking off her strays and pinning her spine toward the men, looked magnificent and beautiful as if she were an elegant courtier. Juday threw a question at Prihelia as she moved away with a faint voice.

"Why...... Why are you doing that for me...?

"Judy. You drugged and embraced my wound as I was hurting and laying low at a spectacle match. Long after they sold me to that mansion. Nobody did that to me."

Nicoli and Prihelia laughed contentedly. One of Reynolds' triplets, unable to make it to the meat's arrival, was seen clutching his ass as he grabbed it by Prihelia.

The collector looked at Lacey and Marya's face as he drank down the bitter things in his mouth. The two looked through their core and did nod with a stiffness. It was a go sign not even on this one.

- Oh. It's a completely untouched day.

"Oops. It's Mr. Klander. I know you're smart, but don't freak out. The law shields us, and our strong brothers are waiting outside. Try to imitate something funny. That's why there's no guarantee that you or those pretty women won't be corrupted by slavery this time for making disorderly noise in the city, is there?

"Oh, I know, Reynolds. Priheliya is a slave to the Maskar family, and this is my drinker who is stubborn. We have to obey the laws of the kingdom."

"You know what I mean. Sa, Prihelia. I'm going to get you to hate my stuff tonight with that ass. I bet you know!

Reynolds thrust a fly-like component he wanted, twisting Prihelia's glutes into eagles with its wide and large palms. The side, arguably the end of Prihelia, was distorted into agony.

And three more steps.

"Hihi. Even from the top of my clothes, I can tell. If this big breast hurts!

Two more steps.

"Don't pinch me. I think you might be able to hide the most from me if I embed it in yours."

And one more step.

"Damn. When I think I can break it, I think it's a waste of a little. I guess that's what it's all about."

And the men, as the collector expected, crossed the last line and went outside.

"I can't wait. Don't forget what's important."

"Am I?"

"Look. Let's get this rough at the silver carriage pavilion. Well, then, it's not going to be very business tonight. This is also because you and the slave women, the property of the Maskar family, were rarely rampaged. I'll get a kick out of paying for it. Otherwise, I won't allow you to step out of there."

The collector slowly walks over to Reynolds with his pocan and silly mouth open.

I grabbed the broken chair of the leg that was rolling with one hand and dragged it. Guru, the fist that gripped him praised his strength more. I gave him a chair overhead in an instant.

- Come on, the only task you have left is to get away from here screaming. The sawdust swung all the way down to the mouth of the defenseless man as the fiery rage overtook him.

Stop, my consciousness was already about to disappear when the words of Meryandale concentrated his nerves on the boulder lying solidly in front of him with weakness as he drew it to his feet in an attempt to use the long sword he had laid horizontally.

What day is it today? Dorothea's swordsmanship training was out of track. My whole body muscles are tense on the bread.

Fatigue was the best I could do, how many times I would have passed the peak already, just holding the standing position I was now taking. Training to stop movement with a long sword that easily slaps a person in the neck and other places in the void is so impregnated in the body as not to like it. She said the most important thing in swordsmanship was the right attitude.

It's over. Once this work is done, we can finally finish the day. Willingness to defy or spill stupidity already does not exist in her either.

A series of inhuman workouts has robbed Meryandale of his normal ability to think. I want it to be quick, quick, and over. The concentration was sharpened to the extreme. Big rock in front of me. In the central part, a slight but white dashed line appeared to emerge.

- I can, I can, I can, I can.

Meryandale put the blade tip of the sword into the rock in a natural motion that often didn't seem to have been helped. The long sword ran from top to bottom in a strange motion, soot, as it was sucked into the big rock, as it proceeded with a chunk of butter that became hot and guzzled.

When I pulled out my sword with the motions I had done countless times before, I moved my gaze toward the silver glowing cuttings. He said he slashed a rock that hard, but there's not one blade spill. At the same time, no, yeah, and the big rock was diagonally amputated, splitting left and right and sounding like a falling roar.

"Mm-hmm. Well done. Excellent Mary. That's my Topian swordsmanship story. A rock sword."

I let it go emotionally well with my arms together so that Dorothea the Elf would emphasize its rich breasts.

And, I mean, there's not a single thing anyone wants to learn about these moves!

Behind Meriandale's own will, Dorothea's imposed "Elf Hole" hundred-day swordsmanship training closed the curtain.

Though the qualities of Meryandale, which met all those expectations, were also astonishing.

When Meryandale collapsed naggingly on the spot, he turned his eyes in a pitiful voice.

"Did I do this?

"That's brilliant, Mary. But I don't think we're gonna make it this far in about a hundred days."

"What does that mean?

"Honestly, I thought you were gonna cry and throw it out on the way. [incomprehensible]

Hey. So you didn't expect it from Hannah, and Meryandale stared at Dorothea's side with a bitter face with a blatant grudge.

"Don't look so scared. Nobody wants to make you as rough as a ghost."

Dorothea made me do that.

"Fair enough. This is the end of my hard training. Never mind the details."

"Wow, I did it! So now, it's almost like, or something disturbing was caught in context."

"Regardless, the graduation exam will be done in the field. What? You can't be scared. Mary has endured so much training. What I'm about to try is yes. It's like a little confirmation."

"Or confirm. That's like a convenience treat...?

"Uhm. Kantan Kantan. All you have to do is take one from Mr. Hoodle here at Mega-Oak."

"Dododo, Dorothea's sister. Is that true? If you beat Amako there, you can do anything."

Meryandale looked at the developed body of megaoak, which crept out of the shadows, and unwittingly stiffened on the spot.

They reside predominantly in extremely cold areas and have an average height and weight far exceeding that of the normal Oak tribe. Not only that, but the atmosphere of respect for hard work and diligence was strong in the clan, and if we didn't care about race differences, we fell into the category of a truly excellent sub.

"What are you making me promise? Whoa? Definitely refuse!

Seeing a mega-oak youth approaching the present with a rough nose, Meryandale flew back and forth with a body freed from rigidity. Whether he was taking off his jacket and boasting of his physical beauty, Hoodle's muscles developed just fine, and even around his arms alone was likely twice as likely as Meryandale's hips.

Hoodle is bleeding his heavy eyes out and pulling intense air like a fugafuga and a fudge through his nostrils. Because of my mind, the groin area was sharply tented. Meryandale trembled violently in an outfit poked at what it meant.

"Fair enough. If you win, you win. Mr. Hoodle will take responsibility for the rest of his life even if he loses more and more. of?"

"Mr. Meriandale. Ouilla, I'll make sure to mix it up..."

"You were willing to fade me out from the start, weren't you? Ahh!

"Merry."

"What the hell?"

"Women are better than they think."

"I wonder if you told me!

"Yep. No matter what the mess is, it's a later festival. Mr. Hoodle. Enjoy my disciple and arch him with dignity! It's okay to overdo it."

"Something terrible! It's so terrible right now."

(It's sloppy. He's a sloppy kid. Dorothea tried to pull me away from Crand from the start, and this is what she did. I don't know, my eyes are shining with Kieran. Whoa. This way, too. Dorothea doesn't do what she thinks sooner, so hey!

When Meriandale was ready, she received a wooden sword handed to her by Dorothea, which seemed - The opposing hoodle is making the stick manipulate the twig and swirling it overhead.

Probably won't get killed, but the strength of the Orcs' lust is origami, even for the Romles. It's so confusing... That also means there is no zero chance. Or expensive. Meryandale now has to resolutely protect her chastity in addition to her fear of injury.

"Take the love of Oyla for me!

Hoodle ran straight into me from the front as I let my eyes burn into passion. The stick makes a buzzing, unusual wind-cut noise and comes at my feet.

If it had been before he had been trained, he would have been on the bar with his body stiffened by the fear of attack. But there is no such thing as a threat to Meryandale today.

(The stick... looks slow)

Meriandale twisted her hips. He jumped sharply as he rotated his body. A slight blow to the foot landed on the left side of the hoodle, releasing a torso slash. Boog pounding thick meat walls sounded. Until now, the wooden sword, which would have been easily removed by impact, has been forged out and fitted firmly in hand with a doubled grip. Dorothea raised her admiration as she put her arms together.

but not the mega oak that sinks to this extent. In Hoodle's eyes, which devoured Meryandale's blow, he no longer saw the color of insult. Now he felt a more intense willingness to kill than he had earlier felt.

The stick sticks out with the roar. Meryandale kept the wooden sword standing and continued to dodge Hoodle's streak as he carved steps to the left and right as he danced. Though he treats it like a twig, Hoodle's score is a weapon that weighs a lot.

Meriandale thinks.

Only one thing, if you raise something that says you're worse than an oak.

- That would be endurance.

Hoodle's forged flesh is much heavier and tougher than he is. Earlier homonymous giraffes would be a blow to stuffiness if they were regular people, but they would be ineffective in front of the thick, moist muscles and fat of megaoak. But it is the strong, heavy muscles that shackle him.

- It's just what I thought. His movements. Don and I are getting dull.

At first glance, it was a hoodle that seemed to keep attacking, but the gradual movement of the swinging arms was slower. It's too big a motion. visible. I guess the breathless attack is sending less oxygen to the brain. Certainly judgment is beginning to diminish.

I can deduce that his impatience is considerable, although he is also painful to keep on flirting, but he just can't get in once. I guess Hoodle himself hasn't noticed the loss of power. I praised his muscles for the accumulation of fatigue with each breath.

Dorothea was joking, but without having to slash each other without pulling herself out, training with this weight of wooden sword would necessarily lead to death if it was bad enough to hit one.

If it's big, this one will drain a lot of health. On a piece of paper. Finally, if you don't touch it, there's no problem.

Compact movement. It's going to hit and it won't. Securing position and rhythm are important.

Don't move your gaze from the enemy. Predict an attack from a slight muscle tremor in the five bodies.

Ooh, and as if there had been a big wind, an anger emanated from Hoodle's mouth. Meriandale squeezed brilliantly as he rotated backwards the blow that had been struck down from overhead. Dotsuzu. The earth, which the stick chooses, is broken and dispersed in fine pieces.

Meryandale "backed up" toward Hoodle, twirling and flipping and rushing out to the woods behind him.

Hoodle, who no longer has a front or rear view, is a swine rush. They come after me by putting up dirt smoke. I put a thick tree trunk on my back.

Ooh, the stick is approaching horizontally with an earthly belly. Meryandale succeeds in squeezing Hoodle's sweeping attack at a brilliant time when he lies on his back as he slips. Goddamn stick slaps a thick trunk.

At the same time, Meriandale did not miss a moment of stiffness, releasing a one-handed poke of her entire body towards the thick neck of a megaoak. The tip of the wooden sword ran in a fierce wind. A struggling blow struck the throat buddha, almost buried in his torso, sharply decided.

The world is stiff. As Meryandale rolled down the collapsing Hoodle's body, he burst the wooden sword into the ground and smiled at Dorothea, who was nearby.

Dorothea was staring at Meryandale, who raised her wings with a distracted look. I didn't think I could win from the start. I was supposed to faint Hoodle, who lost me in the right place, to show off the horrors of a serious battle as a reminder.

(In other words, most of the topical streams I taught were basic. This is more adaptive than expected. I didn't know you would absorb the logic of the sword if you did it as if you stained the water into the cotton... Depending on what he's going to do, it can be endless.)

Dorothea, who was, in fact, a harrassment through to be able to stop Hoodle at any time in case, became dressed with a shoulder watermark and cheeked badly by the decision.

"Well done, Mary. I never thought I'd get this far."

"Um."

"What. This is the end of the training. Whatever."

"Bath, I want to take a bath"

Dorothea left the elf hole with a fainted hoodle and Meryandale, tired as mud and immobile. In a nearby village, after a hundred days of sweating and plenty of overnight sleep, we take the arranged carriage back to the mansion. Meryandale was rowing the boat as Gotgoto and Bad Road rocked. Apparently the fatigue accumulated did not heal overnight or so, but there you will be able to follow it with youthfulness.

- I don't know how Klund stays.

Dorothea sifted her characteristically long elf ears as she sucked the cold, sober atmosphere into her lungs as she gave birth to the cold air in the morning and threw her gaze into the moist green wild mountains.