Dungeon+Harem+Master

Freshly baked bread and hot milk for breakfast isn't bad either. It's not bad though. The collector rubbed his eye lid and continued to glimmer with the semi-ripe yellow body on the plate, muttering unknowingly, "I want rice".

"Your husband, didn't you mind?

It's not even a small dining room. Pordina said she was pushing a dish trolley in a fairly remote position, but when she heard each one, she ran over with a patter and looked sad.

"No, it's not like that..."

The collector clouded his words as he smashed his semi-ripe yellow body with a fork.

"Octopus, is it? I'm sorry, I don't know, but I'll buy it in the city right away, so please wait."

I accidentally grabbed Pordina's tail when she tried to run away. She said, "Gyun!," tears eyes with strange screams. Teardrop eyes are cute.

"So I just kind of whined and I don't have to change the menu."

Pordina lays down her dog's ears, and she is horny. He looks sad somewhere with his prized tail also dripping over. Now, as I was frowning at the root of my eyebrows wondering what was going on, I felt signs of a little creature at my feet. Lie on your knees with the tungtung and point your gaze under the table.

There, Lucille, a little elf, making her dance with her kitten forelegs, stared jiggly with her blame. Something, I feel depressed that you seem to be blaming me. As the collector stretched his legs, Lucille threw the cat and got tangled. Little kids want to make contact with adults.

I am purely pleased with Pordina's devotional deeds, but I am not that tyrant. If you see her face saying she's sincerely sorry, buy her a rice balls in a convenience store within three seconds of now, or you won't even be able to give her unscrupulous orders. I don't want to.

The main thing, even if you are unhappy, is that you shouldn't even have it on your face.

The collector finally finished his breakfast, which seemed bad for digestion, when he managed to convince Pordina by deceiving him.

"Huh. Nice weather."

It was still morning last night, so it was a long time ago to call it morning. Out in the garden, he lowered his back to the bench just under the shade of a tree and looked at the grass as the green lit up. Geez, the kids are flying around and playing. They are all throwing each other a bow wrapped in a colorful cloth. It was a smiling sight. Artemisia and Karen, looking after the kids, noticed this one and waved. When the collector raises one hand and answers small, he begins to bite down the yawn and wiggle his chest pocket watch. It was endlessly shabby.

I have no particular plans today. It is still shallow from the end of the fighting at the Silver Star Cup militant tournament. Victoire and Sizka are also sleeping together to heal their wounds.

Returning to the dungeon offense would be a good time to rest a little longer. I slept plenty last night, so sleepiness shouldn't look like it, but somewhere my body doesn't shan't. I don't even feel that my shoulder area has gotten heavier as I thought the fatigue of the streak was dodgy. Everything seems to be on my mind.

There was also a reason to spare time. The funding that Lacey had secretly received finally came to Nelly's knowledge and was turned down when she came home last night. Now the treasurer is very cold and poor.

"No money to walk,"

Looking carelessly at the white clouds flowing through the overhead sky, I could see Liza crossing the edge of my vision.

The chocolate-skinned dark elf girl rushes for a small run with Jouro in her hand. I don't have anything in particular to do. Raising his hips and extending his shoulder joints, he followed Liza's back.

When she got to a corner of the garden, a place divided by bricks, she was at best digging through the soil and planting seeds.

"What are you doing?

As she came closer and crouched next to her, Liza loosened her mouth as she rounded her twitchy eyes.

"Ah, Klando. Good morning. Liza did. This is how they plant flower seeds."

The soil adhered to the tip of the scoop as my hands spread left and right vigorously. When the collector lifted his arms and blocked the dirt and dust, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the flower seeds in Liza's palm.

"Hey flowers...... What a flower."

"I don't know. I gave it to my old man, who was crouching in front of the gate."

"Whoa. You don't get stuff from people you don't know. Damn."

"But this blooms good. Secretly, Liza is confident."

Liza bragged her breasts as she put Scop and Jouro over her head. You're planting it without knowing, and the keeper is a little worried about the future of this child.

"I look forward to seeing what flowers will bloom now"

"Well, is that how you enjoy it? I wonder if it will bloom in the summer or so."

He said, "I'll have flowers in about seven days."

"That's fast! It might be good for the children's emotional education."

"Does Klund like flowers?

"I don't hate it."

Speaking of which, that's another season. Shara twins are also planted in this mansion. Every time I look at a flower petal as white as snow on a nut, my chest hurts. And it reminds me of that lonely high elf. I lived this way, and again, I didn't expect to see those flowers. I'm hung up, but I live in the everyday world. Maybe next year, I won't see the whiteness of the nuts again. Think of it as sentimental.

"What's the matter..."

I don't know, were you in a coma somewhere? Liza stood up and clung to her arms as she sensibly sensed the darkness in the treasurer.

"Nothing. And don't let the mud trick you."

"It's broken, it is. But sometimes, Klando looks so lonely... I'm worried I can't leave you alone."

Liza is burying her face on her chest and squeaking her nose. The keeper grinned bitterly at the motion that reminded him of some cute jean dog.

"Because I'm fine anyway. Seeds, you plant them. I'll help you. Give me half."

"Ugh."

When the collector took off his coat, folded it into fours and put it aside, he wrapped his arms around it and helped tease it.

Was the soil in the flower bed pre-kneaded or soft and easy to dig? I'll make small holes at equal intervals, place the seeds, and gently cover them with soil. The work is almost done.

When the collector said goodbye to Lisa, he moved toward the well to wash his hands. Through the poka poka, the temperature is rising enough to sweat.

Around the well, small elves lined up in order to use water.

"Oh, it's Klund."

"Yes."

"Whoa, it's Mr. Klund. Hey, can I get some water?"

"Mmm."

A remarkably tall girl named Yuriya, among the small elves, has offered water in a glass from the barrel. She should be eight years old by the count, but her back length is no longer high enough to be the same as a normal adult woman. If you look at my face, I'm a child, but sometimes things go crazy to the imbalance between strangely thin limbs and grown-up tricks. When the collector swallowed the received water for a breath, he showed his white teeth and laughed happily.

"Ugh. Thanks, Yulia."

"Mmm."

Yulya has pointed out her dirty hands with few words.

"Mmm. Oh, this was a mess earlier, you know, it's a drool."

"Hands, I need to wash. Lynette's gonna be pissed."

"Well, yeah."

"I'll wash it."

"Come on. I'll do it myself..."

"Do it"

When Yulya pulled the hand of the collector, she took him to the well mouth and began to carefully wash it using the water from the bucket.

Is it her favor? The collector remembered Yuriya's smooth finger movement tickling around his finger and finger crotch, making a strange laugh "Yihihi".

"Beautiful"

"Oh, right. Thanks!"

"Nothing, then."

And when Yuliah turned aside, he rounded his back, and moistened.

"Um, you know what? - Clando. Yulia likes Krander."

"Cucumbers, are"

"Ha..."

Is it kind? One of the little elves spread his hands and told me out loud. Moments later, Yulia blushes her cheeks like ripe apples and tries to grab her by little elves.

The little elves ran away somewhere, wagging awfully as they scattered the spider child.

"Somehow, it's peaceful"

I eat lunch in the dining room, especially since I no longer have anything to do. I think I just ate earlier, but the collector was young, so I could eat as many.

Though children are the majority, dozens of women meet together, so the ease is not the majority. The collector doesn't say anything particularly loud, etc. That's all in vain. First, you can't even beat a woman in a bickering.

And you're such meaningless talking kids. So much so that I wonder whether a woman was born out of her mouth.

If it's a public place, they don't have anything to blame here, whether they care a little or not.

I'm heartless. I'm going to be Mr. Vault. I protected myself from the hustle and bustle by freezing my consciousness.

The collector wandered off to sleep in his own room when he put the lunch made by Pordina in his stomach. Kuku, snoring and sleeping. Were you left tired of the battle the other day?

Anyway, the better I sleep, the quicker I feel the wound heals. Pordina came to wake me up when you started to get a little shady. No matter, it's time for a snack.

"What. Do you have anything on your face?"

"No, it's nothing."

And it's a mouth that moves a lot. The collector moved the spoon quickly, feeling a mild surprise at Dorothea's wellbeing as he flattened his pudding with a blissful expression.

As I was taking a walk to exercise after the meal, I saw Liza watering the flower seeds in the flower bed.

I'm kneeling, so my eyes naturally go to the eaten ass of a microbikini. Is Liza's ass forged out, great tension, and reminiscent of freshly picked peaches.

"What. Are you still watering? If you do too much, you'll rot your roots."

"Yeah. But I want you to grow up soon..."

"I don't want you to stop."

Then a few days later.

The collector was speeding up his footsteps that evening as he snuck out of the mansion unknown to anyone, trying to roll into the city at night. Nellie finally loosened her purse string when she opened herself to the cry of the treasurer. Twelve minutes of military funding. It was Fever till morning, and I saw Liza taking Jouro to the backyard all the time.

I wonder if you're still growing those flowers.

I thought it might take a lot of guts for Liza, so I followed her gently.

"Ugh, what is this! You're too big!

"Heh heh heh heh! It is."

What was there was a huge plant that seemed well over two metres. Left and right as the green leaves spread the dough fan, with large thick castanet-like complementary worm leaves present at the top. There are white spots in the deficit. That was unusually disastrous and sufficient to induce the fright of the collector.

"... All right, let's knock it down"

The collector made an immediate decision.

"Wow, you can't. It's a flower that Liza's been nurturing for the last five days."

"It's not a flower like this. Yikes. I don't know, it's too much. Out of the way."

Reaching roughly to push Liza as the collector hugs her hips. Then, wondering if the strange plant shivered into small pieces as it sifted, he quickly packed the head of the collector into a complementary worm leaf similar to a giant two-plate.

"What if? Mumo."

"You. You tried to help my mom pinch."

He also said that if he had a dog for three days, he would never forget to thank you. Did this healthy plant decide whether her mother, Liza, had been attacked, or did it dare stand up against the possessor?

Even as Liza moisturizes the eye lid to the bravery of my son, the moves of the collector gradually intensify. Not that it's painful, but the mucus is disgusting anyway. I just ran out of that word.

Continuing a barren little play, Meryandale, who lowered her harvested herbs all over the cage, passed by, her eyes wide open and screamed.

"Well, this isn't the Gigalo Yukinoshita of the bug plant."

- I don't care about that, just help me. The treasurer groaned.

According to the erudite Meriandale, this strange plant is primarily a vegetable plant that can prey on insects and mice to convert them into nutritional value.

It seems to be unusual in Silver Villago, located in the southern part of the continent, which meant it was the first time to see the real thing of Meriandale itself Gigallo Yukinocita.

"Even so, does he really recognize Liza even with her parents?"

The collector asked worryingly as he wiped away the mucus of the eating plant, which snuggled against his face with a handkerchief. I feel like an AV actress specializing in bukkake.

"Because they say Gigalo Yukinosita has about the same intelligence as dogs and cats. But they only eat insects, basically. That's intimidating behavior right now. But, Klando. Look, look. Because the bite muscle itself isn't that strong."

Meryandale tries to gently tear apart Gigalo Yukinosita's supplementary worm leaves. Apparently, if you calm down, it turns out there's no big threat, and I was just a little bit horrified.

"Mmm. But, hey, if you make a mistake and the kids get bitten, it's gonna be tough."

"That's what this kid would never do, only to our Vicki. I don't want you to dispose of it because I want you to hear it right from Liza."

"You're already giving it a name. Well, you didn't grow anything else..."

The seeds sowed quite a few, but only this one round sprouted. With that in mind, I also feel like I know Liza will be obsessed.

"This flower bed was too small, wasn't it? Are you saying Vicki, who has the most vitality, survived?"

I looked at the color of the soil in the flower bed as Meryandale crouched. It must have been sucked away by the vitality of the exuberant Vicki, the soil appeared slightly pale and faded.

"Please, Klando."

Vicki, the insect plant, also poses as a reflection with her predator leaves on Liza's shoulder, like "I'm sorry." There's no way a collector can pass a haunted verdict with such a mortal attitude.

"I can't help it. Take good care of yourself."

Liza gave Gabba a hug when she smiled like the sun. Is Vicki happy, too, when she stretches out her stems when she rubs them, she gets tangled up.

"Ha. You're exaggerating. Yeah. Are you happy too? If you try this, it's pretty frivolous, isn't it?...... hmm. Shit.... hey, really... seriously, I'm gonna tighten up... stop,"

By Vicki's thick stem, the treasurer jeopardized the crossing of the Three Ways River while his throat was gouged.

Thus began gardening, Liza's small hobby. If she heard that it was a good idea to let her listen to the song, she would call Lacey to hear beautiful tones all day long until her voice withered, she would share half of her meal with Vicki and distort the cool look on Pordina's face, saying that she was anxious about nutrition.

Furthermore, a few days have passed.

"Hmm. I have to say this is just how well I grew up"

Vicki, the insect plant, grew brilliantly thanks to Liza's dedicated cultivation.

One of the circles has definitely grown since the collector first saw it, and the stem color is subtle and fine. Hair production is as soft and delicate as a baby.

As Liza and I crouched in front of the flowerbed and watched Vicki shine down into the sun all by herself, Karen and Loulou, with their little elves, tended to pass.

"You're gonna grow crazy, too."

"Mmm. I don't know what's weird."

When Karen alternated between Vicki and Liza in a half-baked manner, she sent a meaningful gaze to Loulou, who was holding back next door. Concur with your opinion in the dark. Unable to defy the will of the main cullen, Loulou has looked at the collector as troubled as he laughed vaguely.

"Hey Karen. Don't be silly because it's a hobby you don't understand."

"Heh, heh, heh. Klund's got more to do with that nigger than I do. Hmm, that's right. That's right. You know, Noemi's a lot smarter than some crazy flower."

Karen held up Noemi, the little elf, a secret child, and laughed with her hands on her mouth like "ho ho ho" elegantly. Well, comparing human to plant intelligence is a strange story......

"Kamayamura. Ha-ha. Karen is an asshole. Vicki of Liza has an excellent knowledge of the dozen criers you're catty for. Ma, it's his freedom to win on his own, but I don't want him to go anywhere near it and play too much. Add or subtract your own stupidity...!

"Whatever! Yeah, you mean fight? The Noemi I grew up with and its weed flair!

"Don't bark at me later."

Liza and Karen were relative to Buck's mind landscape carrying a dragon tiger. Is Loulou in serious trouble or is he in a state of almost panic? The collector also wanted to be healed too, even if he walked away from this place as quickly as a second and dived into Pordina's chest, but fate would not let him go.

"Kland.Give the Lizzas a title. Put on the battle."

"... Wow. Can I add up the kindergarten level? Orange clings here. The cannibal Victoire ate even though it was before lunch. There's a friendly Dr. Rudge for a souvenir, and I brought oranges here. Now, how many oranges are left in your kitchen? Ha. Thinking Time Huh."

"Go Noemi. You can do what I taught you."

"Uh. Munchkin, when. Yeah, the one here, huh?

"Look. That's it. That. If you don't have enough fingers, I'll lend them to you."

Noemi is calculating hard, but he won't progress because Karen interrupts him from the sidelines. Meanwhile, Liza gave Vicki instructions with an extra look when she gently pulled her jaw, keeping both arms together. When Vicki cleverly stretches his branches, he uses the stone to add and pull. It was obviously a sensible, intelligent behavior of addition and subtraction.

"Ahhh. Whoa, so why fold your fingers there?"

"No, because. Ugh, Noemi, hang in there."

The opposing Karen & Noemi group is a primitive method of calculating using fingers. That's just the keeper of this. It also makes me smile.

While doing so, Vicki placed ten stone blocks on the ground, the beginning and end of pulling down to the underline with the tree branches she picked up. Liza caught a nibble in her mouth and gave her a peek at her white teeth. And the sawdust lifted up the branches and leaves of Vicki, and told him.

"There's a battle. The answer is a victory for Vicki in ten."

"Ha-ha. Lizza and the others win."

Liza jumps right up and squeezes the branches and high touches that Vicki moves around. Karen stepped on the estate as she set her face on fire to the humiliation she was given.

"Ahem. If it stays Karen. Noemi, I knew it, but no, I'm gonna stay put. Ah."

"I'll do it, Liza. But watch it next time. I'm definitely gonna let you say gaffoon."

"You're Gaffoon."

"... gibberish"

Karen ran away half crying with Noemi on her shoulder as she turned her face bright red. After that, Loulou follows in tired footsteps. He was nevertheless a treasurer deeply troubled as to whether there was any human pride to lose to plants.

It was customary for the collector to soak and sweat in an open-air bath, so much so that when dinner was finished, it was a must. If I took my clothes off and stuck them in the cage at the stripper, Pordina would collect them before they came out of the water and exchange them for a clean sleeping roll that I washed beautifully.

Much poorer to make than modern Japan, but the soap was decent. The collector carefully scrubbed his body to remove the dirt as he rubbed the soap on his hand wipe. Wash your hair and chitin with a special medicine solution in a bottle. And even so, about once a week.

The collector tends to be misunderstood by coarse words and behavior, but he likes it quite beautifully. I had no choice when exploring the labyrinth or traveling long distances, but I had no trouble getting fit as long as I had time. In a way, I was obsessed with keeping my body cleaner than women.

When I finished washing my body as one, I soaked it in open air water. If bathing time overlaps with someone, it can be a glossy atmosphere depending on the situation, but no one is rarely there tonight.

"Hmm. I knew the bath would be the best treat. Uh. I feel like I'm being some kind of jizzy. Ugh."

As I roared with my hand wipe over my head, I felt like I could inadvertently hear things coming from the rear fence. As the collector rose from the hot water, he twisted up a gotten rock and gazed into the darkness. Beyond the fence leads to the backyard where Liza's flower bed is located.

That's how I've been exploring things for a while, but I didn't feel otherwise suspicious. Speaking of which, I recall Hilda being a fool lately for doing it and having a lot of wildcats. The truth is that if Rudge or Victoire does it, he'll be serving leftovers to the wildcats, so a few of them have arrived.

(Cats are nocturnal, and it's no wonder they're urry. In the first place, it would be exhaustive to have thieves in this mansion......)

The collector accidentally dropped his gaze on his left leg, feeling a slight itch as he raced through the hot tub. There were traces of long, zackled cuts, so much so that even the moonlight could tell. The wound itself is completely blocked, but if you look closely, the area around the injury is discolored blue and black. There's only one thing I can think of. It was a remnant of a poisonous attack that was struck by a man named Earth Payne, who named him a priest of the Godlum sect.

Earth Payne was an odd man. As I found out later, Humberto, who fought in the arena, was more certain in the substantial mastermind of that incident. but the impression the collector gets is that Ground Pane is many times stronger as a threat that you can see once you work together.

(Especially the possessive psychology he uses. Ability to liquefy the body freely......! Plus, a powerful poison attack that came with it. Honestly, if you were fighting then you wouldn't have thought of any way to break it)

That man's poison attack has a strange tail-crawling part. That's why it's so powerful.

- Shit. When I'm alone, I just worry about the extras.

The body fit well enough. If I were any better, I would let it go up. When the collector left the hot tub, he bowled to Victoire and Hannah, who were about to take off their clothes at the stripper.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, my God. Why are you here?

"Yikes. Yay. Brave man's eh."

"No, I just got out. This place is mine in the first place. Naturally."

They are both half-naked. Victoire in particular had her hair up and revealed a smooth nod. How embarrassing it was, Lu Rhythm hasn't turned around. I could totally see my chest leading up to Hannah, but it's just out of defensive range, so it's through.

"Uh, brave man. I'm going to flush your daughter's back, would you like to join me?"

"Hannah, would you like some tea with the maiden's back? Don't be so light."

"Hmm. That's a really fascinating suggestion, but I'm gonna stop because I don't want to be bitten by the roaring beast there."

"Ugh. Lady, I'm not being honest, so this is how it ends..."

"Is that bad? Is it my fault?

The collector was aiming for his own room when he moved away from the two voices. Next to hot water is the few otherworldly pleasures of drinking a glass of the lightly chilled one in the room.

I'm sure he's watching somewhere. Some time after the collector returned to the room, Pordina brought the chilled liquor to the kinks. She is staring at this one with her makeup fixed and hot eyes wondering if she was expecting anywhere tonight.

The treasurer gave her an exaggeration for a while, and let her sit next to him pulling up on the bed where the contents of the bottle had gone missing, and grabbed her breasts in the meantime.

"Oh, your husband..."

When she felt her hot exhale on her ears and floated her hips to cover her, something stiff rang out intensely.

"Come on!

"... Yes"

Voice of Pordina. I couldn't contain my emotions and my anger was all over me. I know how you feel. My filial son in the groin can't even fit because he interrupted a good spot with this one.

Towards the entrance, the inhabitants of the mansion were gathering in triplicate with handlights.

As the collector slammed through the garden barefoot, he heard the cutting metal of the sword from the direction of the flower bed. If you stare, Artemisia in a robe is dealing with six men.

"Krando...!

A woman's crying voice struck her in the ear. Point the lantern. There was a look of Liza wetting her cheeks with tears, holding Vicki, an insect plant that had been unbroken and overthrown.

"Pick it up, Klando!

He barked sharply as Artemisia kicked down the man in front of him.

I don't know what the thieves are after.

However, in an instant, a flame that wanted to burn hot inside the chest of the collector scattered the firepowder and made a noise.

The men spread wide to the left and right when they noticed the treasurer rushing into them. When the collector picked up the stone about the baby's head at his feet in a flowing motion, he jumped and threw it at the man in front of him.

The sound of a heavy skull rattling echoed in the dark night. When the collector grabbed the sword the man had let go in the air, he struck it down from the upper section at the mercy of his power with little sight of his opponent. Screaming flows along with the sound of sharply turning off the meat.

The collector quickly waved his sword to the right and to the left with windmill-like momentum against the two approaching from left to right. One was severely cracked through the center of his eyes and nose, and one was turned upside down with his face cut horizontally. A man who stopped moving as if he had been sewn to the spot by bathing blood smoke directly from the front. The man stood up and the collector stuck his long sword in his back. The feeling of piercing the torso with a bump. The long sword gave him a peek at the bloody body from the man's back as he buried it up to the tuba former.

Artemisia had slashed and dumped the rest while the collectors took over the four. When the collector kicked the fallen man's carcass, he poisoned him hard and turned to Lisa. Liza kept Vicki on her lap, squeaking hard.

"Vicki worked hard. Good luck trying to protect everyone..."

"Right."

At the same time, Karen raised her voice and covered her face with both hands. It is just a plant with no power whatsoever. Still, Vicky fought to the end trying to prevent the thieves by squeezing his death force, not forgetting the thanks he had received from Liza.

Liza's shoulder, shaking her shoulder and crying, touched a branch stretched loosely. Don't cry, it seemed like Vicki was comforting me.

Liza held Vicki hard forever, falling asleep under the faint moonlight, sobbing with a faint voice.