Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was a world where life was too light. Hans was the youngest of fourteen brothers born to a certain farmer. My parents were working, but they were poor.

That's not what the people do with a lot of children in separate entertainment. For most of them shall be long before long.

Hans has been constantly starving since childhood. There is no way that the children of many poor farmers can fill their bellies with grain to their satisfaction. Inevitably, it was a life I was always hungry for.

Manual farming, almost the same as in ancient times, is all about manpower. Even if there are some differences in individual techniques in the work, in the end it is the abundance of artificials that is necessary to carry out a huge amount.

Farming is the foundation of the country, but there can be no work in this world that can be so painful, handed down cotton from a time of old.

I have no pride or dreams about this job.

- No, there will be, but I couldn't feel it for Hans without eating or eating.

The fruits that they have produced by squeezing out their blood and sweat are mostly taken away from them to the nobility who waits upon them by dripping their covetousness. For peasants, there is no time to taste and chew them because the so-called sense of incarceration immersed in their whole bodies and the reality that they are dominated is too great.

I need to talk to you about this. When a knight looked around his territory to play, he wanted a glass of water for an old woman working with her hips broken.

The old woman has a youthful voice out of the blue. The knight was stunned when he asked the old woman how old she was. She says she's only just turned sixteen.

Nor was it impossible for a knight to get the wrong idea. Outdoor work burned her face to the sun, wrinkles dropped innumerably, and when she looked at the palms of her thickened palms, she didn't think she was much of an old girl. The knight faced the peasant's harsh life for the first time, without a voice.

Hans and the others were having such a determined day as they pushed in judgment, as such an insertion would show.

Out in the wild as the sun rises, and when the sun sets, I go home and sleep. I'm tired at night and I don't dream. I thought I was in a shredded blanket, and immediately, this is beaten up again by my equally tired father.

Fatigue was with life. It is the norm for them to be tired.

The farmers were not as obedient and tenacious as the aristocrats on the squeezing side thought, but they could not inherently hold enough wealth to fill the class difference, nor could they afford it.

One of those years, a murder hit the village. That is enough to state. It easily blows up the lives of people who don't have any storage. famine and the accompanying disease. The roaring, bandit brethren, and the mercenaries who lost their jobs and attacked the villages like the Inagos were rampant.

Surprisingly, people in the village are dying. I couldn't make it to the coffin where I was going to bury him, and the best I could do was dig the dirt and bury him.

Not like this. It ends with nothing on me. I don't want to be big. At least before I die, I want to pack it in my belly as much as I want to eat before I die.

Hans made a decision when despair reached its pinnacle.

"You can't stay in a village like this. Run away."

Has anyone from the young folk gone... Legs as thin as lean and faded pine leaves, taking them away with their energetic peers, still seemed to move.

It was also impossible for young Hans to escape to the big city dreaming of the future and hope.

Escapes were frequent in villages everywhere. The aristocrats did not shut up to see their territories slim and thin, but the soldiers after the fleeing people were also hungry. I don't ask Locke for orders. They attacked the orchards and fields of their lords with dignity, even though they borrowed their salaries, but did not turn a blind eye to the convenience of not being able to pay their locks. That's how we collect our taxes from peasants with nothing to eat. It was hell in the world.

It was some cities that flourished, as well as wealthy commercial areas, with disparities as open as the heavens and the earth compared to the regions.

Hans continued his arduous and painful journey as he wore out.

And on his journey, he finally entered the castle at Silver Villago when he paid the guard who was restricting the city's entrance and exit without leaving any copper coins he'd finally got for his rental job.

Exactly, it is Andrew's best traditional city. The bustle seemed unprecedented in Hans' eyes.

A gorgeous urban view unlike a monochromatic and dyed village. Men and women dressed in colorful supplies. For Hans, who first saw something called a "city," all that happened here just seemed to be about the heavenly world.

He knew the woman for the first time in twenty-five years, and he also learned the taste of liquor. There are many people, which means there are jobs.

Hans' body, which didn't eat anything to eat and didn't get too big, was surprisingly tough for the urbans, and he could clean up the tight job they frown on around his nose as well.

Work here is like sleeping for Hans. Now, the dime goes in, and the liquor can cover quite a bit. A few years, I had a day of pleasure.

but the noise from the fold or the aftermath of the step elf war that took place last year? Originally, they, close to the displaced, were finding it increasingly difficult to get a job when the so-called Godlamist discourse, known as cult hunting, became harsher. Thinning is visible as it is. Hans, who knew more about the bitterness of hunger than anyone else, was striving to accumulate more wealth than any other fellow enjoyers, but that is also limitless. That's when God reached out to me, which can also be called heavenly help.

Adventurer. I knew the name, but it was synonymous with rogue. Hiring Hans was a clan not so big, but well paid.

- I was too good at talking. I still think so. Come to think of it, they can't afford to treat themselves with no skill whatsoever.

I was only named Porter, and I was going to shield myself from the beginning. The search was supposed to continue well, but when we went out into one of the open great cavities, suddenly countless groups hit us.

If you try Hans, that just seemed like a bunch of flying locusts eating up grain in the fields in an instant.

Bruised, when the arrows fell like rain, the end was a moment. Did several arrows stab you in the steeple? I couldn't breathe any time soon.

The adventurers who used Hans as a shield to escape were the same at the end of the road. A sophisticated healing magician, fluffing with white robes, is stripped naked and stretched to replace the men.

I regretted it. She was the only one who didn't despise me. Even if it was a hypocritical thing dedicated to offerings.

Hans prayed. Someone told me to punish the beasts who attack her.

Has prayer passed to heaven? A glimmer of black wind knocks the raiders down from the next to the next as they kick down the burning fire that is lighting the area red. He finally admitted the man's shallow black face, and Hans took his breath away with confidence.

"Damn, I'm sorry. Damn..."

As the collector wiped away the blood and fat left over from the long sword with the cape on which the carcass was wrapped, he gazed zippily at the dead face of a small man who had breathed until an earlier moment.

"How's that?

"No. I can't resuscitate. This woman, she's got a broken neck bone."

Sizka responded with a calm voice as she stood up. It was by chance that we found the camp being attacked. The collectors had succeeded in slashing into the outlaws, who would have fifty, and in chasing them away by chance.

I guess it was a fairly skilled clan that was under attack, but I was told that many people specialize in long-range combat to observe from their equipment.

"Was it the twelve that got hit? There was also a high-ranking adventurer. There's also an Eccalyptus with two names: phosphorus. He could have prevented it at his leisure if he could have used a good fire technique. You must have gone out into the square and lost your mind."

There was a rudge coming back from the vandalized tent. He was distorting his face.

"Among the people who had just escaped, there was a face I knew..."

Artemisia had dark eyes as she grabbed the spear. No more mistakes. Nothing but a golden wolf would have struck the clan without any sin. It is a behavior out of the ordinary track. Just because how much inside the dungeon is unruly, this won't keep the guild quiet either.

"I don't care what we don't do, their end will be near."

"But I can't believe how much of this goes on until then!

Rudge nags with one hand on his cheek like trouble as Meryandale roughs his tone and screams.

"It's up ahead that those guys got away, isn't it? Then it's not too far to look at each other."

"Your husband. How about stagnating here for a few days? From behind us, there are several clans approaching. I wonder if it would be advantageous to reduce the number and then fight."

"Wary, Pol. I don't like that."

"I agree. I can't leave it like this anymore. I'll settle for you alone."

"I agree with Artemisia, too. If you're waiting, I'd feel better to jump and bite through the trap"

Artemisia and Sizka agreed with the collector's opinion. Pordina is not stubborn or dusty about her opinions. When I found out I couldn't get the Lord's endorsement, I pulled in quickly.

"Short-term showdown is all I want, but I don't think courage and recklessness are the same."

The other hand flaunts the Heavenly Separator as Rudge closes and opens the Magic Book.

"Of course I'll scold you. Pordina, can I have it?"

"I'll take care of it, my husband"

The collector left the camp when he put Pordina ahead. Dead odors took him far away, and the desolate scenery of the dungeon began again. The rattled rocks and the greenless monochromatic world seemed to catch my breath just watching.

"But I can't believe it's an adventurer hunt... Was the guild going to keep watching in silence?

"I hear the suspicion was intense. I hear Lord Binlich has refused to summon the Alliance three times."

Rudge's voice going next door remained calm. Already the golden wolf has collapsed in front of him as a clan. I wouldn't be the person the discussion makes sense to. As I climbed up to twist through the narrow, narrow passage, I went out into the great cave that opened again. Overhead, the hikarigoke shines brilliantly, so much so that you don't need a hand light. Beyond the stuffy hills is invisible. On the left and right hems there was a black bush, which was just the right place to deploy a large number of soldiers. As the collector stood at the entrance, Pordina, who was ahead, rushed back from the other side of the hill.

"There are countless killings rising from the bushes around us."

Pordina turned her sword toward the dark darkness.

"Are you laying low?"

The collector wrinkled between his brows as he turned his gaze around him.

"I don't even try to hide the signs of an attack. Klund, the enemy is trying to make a mess of this place."

Sizka has already pulled a knife and entered a state of battle. If he had climbed the hill, remaining defenseless, he would have been attacked from all sides and captivated at last.

"Klund, would you look at this for a second?"

I dropped my eyes on the Heavenly Separator that Rudge offered. Countless white light points are scattered in the surface of the sphere, which functions on a par with GPS. It could be inferred from time to time that it represented the topography of the occasion.

"Is he...?

"The red dots are on us. The white light point must be the enemy's biological reaction. Hii, fu, mii, and. One hundred and fifty-seven. This is the total number of enemies. It's a little bit of an army."

Rudge says it's like nothing, but this was a big deal. Speaking of a hundred and fifty, it's a squadron size. Except for myself, this one is full of seven women. Even the Kurosawa movie took more than three hours to clean up about forty wild samurai. It was a battle power difference that Hannah couldn't compete with.

"A little bit. That's not a level. Whatever it is, it's an ossification surrounded by these numbers. Hey."

"Hmm. Klund, I can't afford to be discretionary about your morality and your feelings of good and evil here. Once you pull it off, it won't even be a battle unless you lure your enemies to the narrow road. Didn't you?"

I shifted my gaze to the uplifting hills. A variety of stones, large and small, are rolling there. Will we manage if we successfully bring it into a turmoil...... It wasn't likely.

"Don't be a fool."

The collector, with his hand on his chin, thought hmm.

"... Pordina. Speaking of which, there was no sign of a different clan from the rear."

"Yes, I detected about twenty to thirty footsteps. Just."

"Just?"

Pordina roared with a troubled nose as she clouded her words. A little doggy and cute, but in this case, I'd have trouble getting it clear.

"Klund. What she wants is that adventurers coming from the rear may not always be friendly."

"Depending on the colour of the flag, is there much chance of pinching?"

Sizka is more of a fun way to shine her eyes and raise her mouth angle. I don't have much time to get lost. As a leader, we have to make a decision now. Given the magnitude of the danger, "retreat" would be the best course of action. At the same time, it is also true that anger over the evil and extreme golden wolves who attacked the camp and killed the innocent adventurers is burning with melameras in their bellies. If this were alone, I would have pierced it from my head, without thinking, but I'm not alone now. The collectors are responsible for their lives. Looking around at them, he stares at himself by pulling his lips into a single letter. There was no stray in them. Two, I saw Meryandale crouching. She narrows her eyes as she palms the dirt at her feet.

"There's a lot of dirt here, a lot of iron. I might be able to handle this..."

"Mary, what's going on?"

Meryandale smiled softly as she stood up and soiled her palms.

"I have an idea. I'm sure it'll work. And..."

"And?"

"Klund do what he thinks is right. If that's what you want, we don't have to spare our lives."

"Have you no courage to see righteousness?"

Rudge patterned the book of witchcraft like, "Oh, man." That settled my belly. The collector initiated action to add an iron hammer to this rogue outrageous group.

At the foot of the hill. And they hid behind the thick bushes, and there was a multitude of them. Young, less than twenties half-naked girls are strapped to their bodies with wilderness rope. Trying to surround about ten girls, about twenty rough people wanted their breaths rough and their eyes burned with the flames of lust. I guess I haven't cleansed my body for quite some time now. The men's bodies are covered in dirt and emit intense beast odors that make them want to turn away from their faces. The gear wrapped around it is sparse, but due to the dirt on the proceeds used, it was seen that they were the kind of people who were habitually violent.

"Captain, are you still keeping it? I think it's easy to understand that I just had a little taste before I gave it to the main team."

A small, cunning man looked at the women exposed to white skin with appetite.

"Don't be silly. I can see it too. Besides, once you forgive me, you won't have patience. Before you pay, if they break your toy, you don't look good up there either. Enjoy it after work. What, now I hear a bunch of upper balls jumped in from the other side at the end of my eyes and nose. You need to increase the casa and make it better with the tools. It's not too late to get to the feast after a few good things."

The red-haired big man, known as the captain, spilled a laugh with even cooking pleasure as he distorted the stiffness of the large wound that ran on his cheek.

"Even so, I don't do good business with adventurers. You can take all you want by attacking the unsecured idiots from one end. The day I came that I didn't blame the Knights, as long as this is ridiculous to be bandits on the ground. Come on......!

"Whatever. I have to thank the leader of the Golden Wolf for pulling us through the Black Raven Bandits together. Anyway, after you liked gold and booze as much as you liked, I finally scratched the ink from the dungeon. This guy's gonna end up in bandit profits! Instead, our rivals lurk everywhere. Prey is a quick win, but it's a necklace. Look, you guys! Don't get distracted. In some cases, you kill the others, but you get the treasure and the woman. You got it!

A powerful response returns to the barking voice of a red-haired man. In fact, the golden wolf had completely relinquished control as a group. As a leader, the subgroup under the umbrella had literally become an unruly looting group, without any understanding of what Jack Binlich intended to do. Without choosing his quality as an adventurer, he took in endless swarms of pickpockets and gorotsuki dotted in the king's capital and placed them aimlessly in each location of the dungeon, causing successive clans to strike one after another.

In other words, the girls trembling as they leaned in the bushes were union members of a good adventurer guild with their poisonous teeth.

"Hmm. What is it, the Black Raven Bandits! There's nothing you can do without a bunch of you, just cowards!

"Ahem?

Among the half-naked women who were captivated, a woman with burnt brown hair shouted. Is it a warrior position, with a scratch all over her body, and still she was causing defiance in her eyes?

"Oh? Hehe, you have a good prestige, young lady. What is it now? Oh, now what?

The red-haired man moves closer to the woman as she trembles her heavy body.

"Your head moves as bluntly as it looks. Ugh. You guys even said you had to count, you idiots!

"Lursa, don't do that anymore..."

A puppy girl in a monastic dress pushes away a female warrior who barks as she strips off her octagonal teeth.

"What, Annette! These guys, one of these days, they're going to be chased by the Alliance's pursuit team, and then they're going to be exposed to their necks."

The strength of Lulusa was up to that. A red-haired man struck a giant palm and shook his cheek. Shin, and. A loud noise broke the doorboard.

"Ah, ah..."

Lursa shook violently as she opened her eyes and drooled her bumps and bright red blood from her thin, neat nose. These men, they're just mouths anyway. I can't touch a finger because of what I said. Yes, it was a nasty gossip about taka on its own. The pain added to her cheeks is not linked to her ideal that this should be the case. The face of a square, thick man approached.

Scary -!

I think Lursa's clan was attacked by surprises while she was sleeping. Body freedom is restrained in the wake and out, and Lulusa herself has not actually seen where her companions are killed. Annette probably understood reality correctly by witnessing a scene where a group of people would kill her. In that sense, Lulusa had not yet taken a direct look at this harsh reality.

Being imprisoned. that they are physically degraded and offended in spirit. And that, as a reality, they hurt the flesh and take only one life.

Monsters and I have met in dungeons many times. Also, everyday tea meals such as fights when you pull out a white blade when you get tangled up in a tavern. But Lulsa never actually pulled out her sword and slashed people. The red-haired man in front of me. Obviously, he was the kind of person who didn't show up for anything against taking people's lives.

"It's nice to be quite healthy. But if I get licked, it's business. So... you're unlucky."

"Oh, that. Oh, I'm sorry. Yum, forgive me..."

Pollows and large grains of tears spill out of Lursa's eyes. A red-haired man broke his face happily crooked his lips. Forgive me, it was too late when I thought. The red-haired man immediately dragged Lulsa out of the group of prisoners when he called on the men with an oi, wild voice.

"Oh, uh, ah? No, no, no. This..."

My whole body bled out softly. It doesn't feel like reality. She turned her eyes to her friend Annette for salvation, but turned away with a blue face.

What the hell is that? That's not like I'm done with Atashi...!

"No, whoa!

"Yikes!

As the men lifted Lursa from both sides by two sides, they opened their legs left and right so that they could be seen well from all of them and let the M-shaped legs open.

Lursa is equipped with a bikini armor specific to the female warrior, so nature, the area covering the groin can be closed up.

Suddenly, the red-haired man, who was trying to peek between his crotches, quickly removed the cloth cut in the groin area. Too much, Lulsa pampered her mouth like a goldfish looking for oxygen. A dodgy laugh boiled down from the men. Lursa's pale pubic hair is good as she rocks into a limp, cold outer air. I had eyes for a red-haired man.

"Oh, you know. Apologize. I apologize! So, uh, forgive me. - Him?

The red-haired man, when he took out the stick of a thick sawdust standing tree, had set his aim perfectly with ruthless eyes.

"I'll give you a fat one, as you wish."

Lulsa, too scared, cracked her throat, gave thought to what would happen and deepened her despair deeply and quietly.

"Don't feel bad, you mean sister. You too, be quiet about your daughter there. I could've made him look cute at best. Oh, too bad. I'm so sorry."

"I can't, I can't, I can't! Come on in. Never, never come in."

A red-haired man brings a thick, muscled finger of his left hand onto his lower abdomen. Just dressed to set a goal.

Lulsa couldn't seem to escape from the men who kept their eyes open from the looming thick "delicacies" and clashed but held back their bodies.

"Oh, that's a shame. It's a shame..."

It was a small coincidence that I saved Lursa from the devil's hand of the red-haired man. From the other side of the hill, something like the rage emitted by a large number of men sounded slightly through the air.

"Captain, they're moving on!

"Damn... Woman, the end of Temehe is behind us! Let's go, bastards!

The Bandits Black Raven has seen "good eyes" over and over again in addition to the Clan Golden Wolf raid. Although there has been a small counterattack, the successful experience that has accumulated until then has issued a directive against Dylan, the head red-haired, not to be missed.

Basically, adventurers have a lot of things. According to the main unit's instructions, it was about time prey was placed at the raid point. Time to play is punishing. When Dylan ordered the men to tie Lursa up again, he quickly set himself up and began climbing the hill.

As Dylan pulled his thick mountain knife out of his hips, he shook his right hand up and signaled the assault. Already lurking at the foot of the hill, the same holes were rushing out as well.

If this happens, I can't stop everyone's bandit soul from being set on fire. I jump right in more than anyone else, take the treasure and get the woman. As the group, which became a lump of desire, ran up the slope like an arrow, the sound of gobbling and thunder sounded like fetal motion.

"What?

It came when Dylan snapped his neck at one of his men to offer him a hand light.

It is a large chunk of stone. With great momentum, the ball of stone rolled in.

Nothing like a shield. The mass of power, which had no time to squeeze, rolled to ravage a flock of weak ants, slaughtering petites and men.

I don't even have time to give instructions. As Dylan thrust the man next door, he quickly turned his heel back and tried to escape, but the number of balls rolling down from the top of the hill was enormous.

The sphere of stone is erupting in such a way that it springs infinitely from the top. When the men were swallowed by a lump of stone, they breathed out one after the other, scattering pieces of flesh around them.

The screams are wooden spirits around. It is no longer a well-known phenomenon. Dylan ran desperately down the hill praying to God, but kicked him to the body of someone who was crushed to death and fell miserably.

When I managed to wake myself up, it was all over now. After a strong shock to my whole body, I didn't know what it might be. Hoops, every force spreads from the body. Dylan had certainly heard the sound of broken bones in his body as he was lightly bounced away with great force.

I can't breathe. A tooth called a broken tooth flows into his throat, and his vision brightly extinguishes in place of white and yellow. The smell resembles iron rust but fills the mouth and nasal cavity.

When Dylan was struck by the earth again, his soul had already flown away to the other side of the causal horizon.