Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Brave man. In honor of your Medal, I offer you the treasure of my family."

"Is this...?

After the obsession was broken.

The collector received the bracelet that Dark Elf warrior Max Millian was wearing. There are no distinct decorations, but there are intricate texts engraved to correct the origins.

Correct the original, and even though it was a misunderstanding, the collector created the cause of the dispute. If we reconcile, it is the beauty of the collector that we will not pull the rest. Naturally, the receipt of the treasure was a rhetoric.

"It's Wally. We just need you to show us the way to the station."

"No! The Bona Bona tribe weighs courage and strength. You won the battle. Even though the winner could get everything, he dared not receive anything and showed the way without humiliating me, the loser. Such men are extremely rare among dark elves. You are already my friend, my brother, my clan. At least if you don't take this much, I'll be here to defend my pride."

He would be an overemotional man. Maxmirian shook his thick brown chest and finally burst into tears as he poked the bracelet in his hand at the nose tip of the collector.

The clan, who was watching around, was also instantly sensed by the air, barking and crying out.

As the collector was still cruising and scratching his cheeks, he clung to his hips as Max Millian's wife, Rujena, seeped through his whole body with a spectacular hue of freckles.

Glossy arms like puffy breasts and chocolate feel slightly waxy through the fabric. Occasionally, the collector's eyes dropped.

"Please, brave Klund. Please accept my husband's feelings"

"Eh. I guess so, I guess."

"Ah, brave man, I'm deleading -"

"Don't make me! Shut the fuck up. I'll take it. I'll take it. Ng, this is it."

Max Millian held on to his cancer as the collector put his bracelet in his right arm. It is an overly enthusiastic embrace.

Tightened up with both arms as critical and thick and long as all-powerful, his breath clogged.

"Brave man, it's friendship. A testament to friendship! I am delighted to receive the treasure of my family. Glad to hear it!"

"Ku, wax...... Please, can you get away from me, please!

Maxmilian finally noticed as the collector gibbered up and tapped his shoulder, letting his body go as it lit up. Somehow, he is a good man who cannot be hated. Though the power is one now.

"Even so, isn't it something of considerable value...? I won't give it back to you later."

"Uhm. That's not just a bracelet. It's a bracelet of change passed down to my Bona Bona tribe."

"The bracelet of change, so...?

"Brave man. Parrot returns are bad behavior."

"Mm-hmm. That's right, it's the brave Klund. By wearing it, a man tells a woman. A woman can be turned into a man, one of the magic tools conveyed inside of me. Let's give it a try."

Sooner or later, Maxmilian borrowed a bracelet from the collector to fit it in his arm, and closed his eyes and performed spiritual reunification.

Moments later, when Maxmearin's body was wrapped in a pale blue light, there was another Rujena there.

The long and beautiful legs, the smooth brown skin, the large and rich double hills, the glutes protruding in the rear and the small, neat, worried faces are all the same.

"Hey, what the hell? Ah!

"Wow, wow. This surprises Hannah just as well!

As the collector rushed over to the two beautiful women who suddenly appeared, he confirmed the elasticity in place of both hands.

"It's not an illusion......! Sado's gang, Saburo. The raccoon's a Mazzao."

"This bracelet, which can be transformed into the person on my head, is the treasure of my family. Most of all, the men tell the women. Is it a drawback when it comes to faults that women can only be turned into men? And there's another caveat. Sometimes when you are making a change, a strong impact can break the curse. It would be impossible to fight while turning. Even if I make use of it, it would be about as entertaining as a feast seat. I may have let you down by branding it a treasure and seeding it to this extent. Forgive me."

"No! That's awesome. I think it's omoscillating. I love these things."

"Brave man, I like pranks."

Hannah giggles, waving her bracelet with both hands, gently watching the treasurer dancing all over the river plain with a shake. The dark elves also sprung up without a soothing laugh, like the treasurer's too innocent snub.

"It's Klund. You can shake like a child, but why don't you give it a try?

"Ugh. Right, Maximilian. Hurry up... I wonder who I'd like."

"When you can't imagine well, let your heart be heartless. You can change into the woman you admire most."

"Wow. Wouldn't this be a problem later? You know what brave men are all about. Sometimes it's exciting."

"Hannah, just shut up. I can't concentrate..."

When the collector meditated, the luminescence was emitted again from the bracelet. At the same time, the cells of the whole body were transformed by magic, and before the same appeared the figure of one beautiful woman, who had been beaten to pieces.

"Oh my...!

"This is"

"Wow, wow. She's an amazing beauty. But who are you?"

The collector gently opened his eyes. Indeed, when using the bracelet and later, the weight of the body itself was different.

Somehow, we don't rely on it as a whole. When I brought my palm in front of me, there were no boneless, saving fingers I was always familiar with, and the thin, flimsy things that seemed to break instantly if I touched them lined up like a sort of craft.

"What? Are you sure you can transform?"

The voice sliding out of her throat belonged to a young woman as light as a bell and pleasant to her ears. Hannah's voice flew out of her side before she could definitely remember the discomfort.

"I can do it. Brave man, she's a beautiful woman."

"Ugh, fine. What a beauty..."

"You...!

Wrapped in a hot Max Millian voice, the one from Rujena, his wife, is biting. The collector moved to the riverside abyss to see who he is now for now.

(What...? Fluffy feet, soaking up. No walking. Something's not even well balanced)

I went as far as the reservoir of the abyss and reflected my face on the river surface. The moonlight shined reasonably well, reflecting the changing face of the treasurer.

There was a woman there who the collectors wanted and wanted and could not finally get, in reality.

"Ah, ah..."

"Brave man?

For a moment, I was struck as if the heavens and the earth had turned upside down. The zodiac finally placed his hand on a near-field rock on the verge of falling into the abyss, listening to Hannah's voice somewhere far away, to prevent the water from falling.

Like the core of your head boiled down, it lights up cool. My heartbeat pulsed roughly, widening and narrowing my vision. Calm down. This is something that should not be. When I closed my eyes hard and cuddly, I quickly pulled out my bracelet.

"Oh..."

"Mmm."

From behind, a sigh leaks that seems terribly spared. I felt that the light had begun again and the change had been solved, and I managed to remain calm.

"How did you get back...? She was such a beautiful brunette."

"Ya ha. Well, don't ask me. I used to be a little bit of a woman, so..."

Can I act in the same way as usual with my current shock? The treasurer made him laugh that it was nothing, slowly counting in his chest. This way, I'm talking about Hannah, who's twice as smart as a man. I don't know, he's supposed to respond to adults with the illusion that she's the woman he said she was in the past.

"There will be a lot of brave men. Shall we see you next time?"

Fulfilling. Hannah pretended to be weak until she didn't penetrate deeply and was cold with her shoulders in her arms.

Indeed, near the deep waterfront of the forest, albeit in summer, it cools considerably if not in motion.

"Hmm. It will be difficult for the Ningen to return from here to where they were. Brother. Let me show you the way."

The Founding Fathers managed to return to the passage of the Non-War Agreement area before dawn, thanks to the lead of the reconciled Maxmirians.

"Are you going to Woodless? If you have time on your way home, stop by the settlement inside. I want to throw a welcome feast. I'm sure..."

When I shook hands firmly under oath of reunion with Max Millian, they kindly escorted me to the station where the carriage of regular flights would pass. Thus, what a depth of emotion the Dark Elves could have known if their hearts had passed.

Now, to get to Woodless City, we have to catch the station carriage again. I was pretty tired in the fight the night before, but I have to do one thing here.

"Hannah, I'm young. All night long, all night long, all night long."

She had fallen asleep, but when the wagon boarded about the station, she fell asleep easily after a lot of time.

Among the carriages on regular flights connecting the city and the city, besides the collectors, there was a friendly family on board. To a gentleman in the middle of forty, a lady in the second half of thirty or so. And three daughters. Is it the youngest son of the family, or the fifty year old middle-aged man flaunts the youngest young girl who makes a stir?

Convenient, eight people. The traveler, excluding the wayfarer, was kneeling in a narrow car, leaving himself to a shake that was not comfortable with gatagotto and flattery.

"If you're weary, how tired are you? It seems so neat and pleasant..."

"Yeah, well. You're just a kid."

A classy looking lady smiles when she sees Hannah sleeping like that with her head on the shoulder of a collector.

My husband, the gentleman, has dropped his eyes from the time he boarded the carriage to the book at hand in a heartbeat, moving it with a gyro. How interesting does it say? I'm just a little concerned.

"Oh, if you're one of us. Brother, I'm a writer. I'm a book bug. The kids said it was a long trip, but on the other hand. I am left alone. Uh, could you hang out with me if it's such an aging stupidity? Anyway, in the long car, in my free time."

"No lady. As much as I want."

The collector, although well completely out of range of defense, was sometimes tired of the view that the depressed greenery just continued even looking out, and embarked on a constant attempt to keep up with the lady.

"Well! What a lady. Praised by such a young lord, what shall we do!

"Ha. Still young, young. You must be in your twenties, too. You can't take my place."

In experience, the collector knew that women sometimes wished to estimate their age downwards, so he said a visible compliment. Fulfilling, the effects soon appeared.

"Well, you're good, already! Uh, this is a treat I took to my destination, if it suits your mouth."

"I can't say no to this beautiful lady."

"Well, well, well!

The collector was surprisingly a Madame Killer.

(Confectionery. Confectionery. Anyway, I've been free since yesterday. I'm sorry, but I'm going to make it nutritious.)

Aim for the gap where the lady is yellowing, puckering the confectionery. From time to time, I rarely mention the words she might want. The lady's tension reached its climax.

"Already, Mother. It's embarrassing."

My daughter, about twelve or three years of curly hair, who was right next door, wearing the worn one deeply, turned her face bright red and pulled the lady's sleeve.

In the morality of this world, it was assumed that a man who was not well informed and a married woman could not be intimately mouth-watering. In other words, education for girls had been well established.

"Uhmm. So, so! What's going to happen to this story?

About one of the collectors said it was making noise. My husband, the gentleman, was not even a prospect.

"Your father. I asked him to stop reading in public."

My daughter swelled her cheeks, indignantly.

Gentlemen show no interest in the interaction in front of them, either because they are immersed in the world of books at hand. My youngest is grinning bitterly as he hugs and gives up about three young girls on his lap.

"Lady Epois. My husband, when he's obsessed with chivalry stories, he doesn't know everything else. I don't think it's prying."

"It's embarrassing."

"Mm-hmm. What?

The collector did hear a small voice heard from afar. No heart, or I think the carriage's speeding up. A lower man, who also felt strange, spoke to the manipulator of the horse.

"What's wrong with you? Something about a sudden rush."

"What are you talking about? I have cancer! Look at the cow. Bandits!

Soon. The words of the wicked became reality. The little noise was already big enough to be heard by anyone in the car, the zodiac heard. Faced out of the window frame, I saw a shadow of horseback riding chasing me from the rear.

That number, eight horsemen.

The black shadow looms with a gnaw and increased momentum. The roar for intimidation was wooden spirits in the woods, oozing and creeping.

"And he said he was a bandit...! Oh, no. You're a fool. I don't know how we can get any faster!

The gentleman, who had such an attitude as to leave himself out of all matters, also saw his daughters take it by his wife and cry, and finally looked directly at reality and blued his face.

"Sir. This way, do it first. Come on! But either way, this carriage's got people on it. It's cancer. It's only a matter of time before they catch up!

He whispers in a tall voice as he horses his munchkin hard. While doing so, the disturbing sound of horseshoes slowly approaches. The lady screamed "hiccup" briefly.

"Oh, my God."

When the gentleman dropped the thickness of the book in his hand, he began to rattle and tremble. I can't help it.

The modus operandi of this world's bandits is brutal and extreme.

A woman can't escape the mausoleum unless she's such an old woman, so much so that she can't even hope for a savior who miraculously appears on a remote road that doesn't even have good state trooper surveillance on Locke.

"Mother."

"Mummer, you look scared"

"What happens to us?"

My youngest is not ill, but obviously in the way of meat I worked out in farming, not that although I fight.

Now, the light black face burned in the day is strangely blackened, and the sweat drips off, and it is likely to blow bubbles even now.

"Hih!"

Shh, and. I made a quick wind-cut noise and an arrow pierced the window frame pier.

Apparently, the enemy also has a flying tool. When the collector gently peered through the window, he was quite in control and released the next arrow. I pulled my neck in like a turtle child.

"Hiuuu. You got a good arm, you got cancer."

"Ah, blush. It's dangerous. Hey!

As many girls as Hannah named Epois cling to her arms shaking her tear-filled eyes. The wearing slightly deviated, revealing characteristic orange hair.

It is an eye-catching face that is hazy. Now, I'm sorry if I can find you for free by an impending flock of hungry wolves, even though you're still young.

"Brave man. Shall we go down...?"

Hannah whined in a low voice about how she'd woken up at some point. It was a terrible thrust tone that didn't make me feel the temperature.

Yes, it is. She suggests that if we were alone, we could jump off the carriage and escape the bandits. For Hannah, it is pointless to engage in a senseless and unproductive struggle.

It is also to abandon the family and the recluse who rode together at the same time. The collector determines the policy according to his or her own ethics.

"You can't do that, never. I'm going to do one good deed here. There's too much karma in here."

"Really? Then Hannah will do her best."

Hannah smiled in a flamboyant manner as she changed her no-face look. She has a thorough internal and external split.

From a modern Japanese point of view, it seemed terribly cruel, but it was like an instinct for humans in this world to conserve their lives avoiding as much danger as possible.

Hannah seems to try to keep them down every day, but sometimes when she looks away, they make her neck gooey.

- Even so. We must do everything in our power to overcome the danger that will overtake us.

"Enemy, you're using a bow. Is this carriage loaded with bows or whatever, but no flying gear?

Even if the collector looks over the carriage, they all shake their necks and deny it. Hannah is hand-held empty-fisted, and only the collector and gentleman wear the sword. Besides, the gentleman's sword is only a protective rapier, much shorter in reach than the Black Lion, the keeper's love knife, and it's going to break with just one poke.

"Don't you have... Okay, we don't have time. Your wife and your daughter. Give me the stall that's rolling! Hannah, tear him apart and make a long rope like this!

"Yes, sir. Yes, you can. But what are you going to do?

"We don't have time for this. Come on."

Though in the summer, there was an unusually high altitude around here, and it was hard to be too cool because of being surrounded by deep greenery.

So the ladies thought about it after the sun went down and had a stall to wrap around their necks and knees as part of the cold protection. Hannah knitted long ropes as she quickly tore them apart and tied them.

"Blossoming Romeless Chivalry... Even so, this thickness. The Great Forest seems thin."

The collector tied the thick book that had fallen on the floor to ten letters so that it could not be untied with an impromptu rope. While doing so, the sound of horseshoes approaches relentlessly. The girls in the car were so frightened and hardened that they couldn't even speak anymore.

Instructing Hannah to shak with her jaw to protect her right window side, the collector stepped himself out of the window on the left.

A man on horseback is approaching the rear. An arrow flew in as a result of a fierce roar. An arrow flies away into the void, blushing the cheeks of the collector.

Close. Not even three meters. There was only a few hours left. The carriage will stop if you get hit by a gangster. It is also unlikely to be rolled over.

Myself and Hannah will probably be a jerk, but someone in the family with no sins whatsoever will get hurt badly. That's all I have to say. I'm already pretty emotional about this family.

Epois and I got eyes on each other.

"I'll take care of it. Make it right from one end!

I stroked my head from the top of the girl's clothes with gasp.

- Come on, it's a man's job from here on out.

The collector threw toward the impending horseback riding as he spun the rope wrapped around the book sharply outside the vehicle. The thick book maintained a tremendous speed and crashed into the face of a man on horseback.

"Strike Cook"

A man screams and rolls off a horse. I let it go again toward the horseback riding next door that upset me. The possessor's throw was extremely precise. The book slammed hard on the side of the horse, inviting fright.

A horse running at a fierce speed startles and loses direction. The man on board fell out of balance and threw himself into the universe.

It won't help in case. Definitely incapable of fighting if you can beat your body to a hard earth.

I didn't have time to exhale and the car was full of screams. A man turning to the right is putting a horse on the carriage. The man piered his left hand trying to get into the car through the window.

At the same time Hannah was rolling out her knife with the temper of tearing. Her exact penetration stopped the intrusion by sharply choosing the man's right eye. A man falls as he twitches.

"In return for your ruthlessness."

As Hannah pulled out the arrow that stabbed her in the window frame, she shrugged it toward the other horseback riding she was pulling over. An arrow stabs a man deep in the forehead and crashes.

"You haven't lost, have you? Two-Stry Cook"

The collector throws the book again toward the horseback riding he was leaning by and slaps the man off the horse. He continued, flying slightly from the window frame to a horse that had lost its rider.

"Brave man! Good luck with the crisis."

"Hannah, you need a carriage. I'll kick the rest."

That said, the collector is not otherwise excellent at equestrianism. As far as experience goes, I've ridden a monstrous pony on a ranch tour when I was a kid.

Only aristocrats like Sizka and Artemisia are snobbing on horseback riding even after they start to have horses in the mansion.

"Oops. Shit! That's surprisingly annoying, here."

Therefore, the hand with the reins is not bound, how amateur and so on.

Not the bandits who don't miss this. They hit Casa when they saw the rider's riding skills as poor.

"Death!

"Whoops!

The bandit pulls a horse from the left. Naturally, right-handed collectors had difficulty waving their swords. I wielded the black lion of the long sword as I twisted my body.

but the attack began to make a difference outside of the arm of the sword from the man who freely watched the horse. I met a few numbers of swords and found that the sword's arm wasn't so threatening, but I couldn't finish it and bit my teeth.

When this one comes all the way to Todome, a man doesn't easily squeeze his horse's speed up or down.

On the other hand, the collector is not a dimensional issue like yours or anything like that. It's just like sitting on a horse's back running all you want. This didn't make it much of a battle.

The man masterfully hits the horse on the body, but knocks on the blade. It's best to take it somehow.

An arrow flew in. The collector remembered the sharp pain on his left shoulder, but he didn't have time to look back. I could see a man waving his sword in the shape of a demon.

The collector slammed toward the man's jaw as he pulled his sheath out of his waist. A sheath made of steel is itself a murder weapon. The man struck by surprise rolled down to the ground with a long scream.

Now we have two more to go.

Two horseback riders come after me at an increased speed. I could see the tip of the chirali and the spear shining. He laid himself down on his horse with his sheath in his hips. A sharp wind-cut sound runs through my ear.

The look of a man squeezing his bow. At this distance, I can't do it anymore. The sweat blew out on my back, opening pores all over my body. Throat and swallow spit. Is there just no other hand to wait then?

"Hold on tight, please!

"Hmm? Ohh!

When I thought Hannah had put her foot on the window frame, she flew over to the back of the collector as she flipped her skirt.

The horse still keeps running. When she stood with one foot on the horse's ass with a sense of human estranged balance, she flew high with the bandits approaching as they were.

"Do it!

Hannah's smooth right leg stretched out like an arrow with a bark.

The tip of the spear the bandit had flies with a white glow.

Hannah's flying kick broke a spear and profoundly pierced the man's defenseless face.

"Awesome......!

There is no longer but one word of admiration. Hannah jumped like a monkey on a running horse, flying between the other one left.

I saw a vertically stretched toe snap the man's neck root from side to side. What, and when he raises the earthen cigarette and the man falls, dont go away and can't see.

The collector finally let loose his mind when he saw Hannah waving as he manipulated the horse's reins.

"Um. That was helpful! Thank you very much."

"No, I don't know..."

After I flattened the bandits without leaving them. The collector had received a word of thanks from the girl Epois at the end station at the Woodless City entrance.

"Mr. Klando. Could you just hang in there for a second?"

"Mmm. What? What?"

As the collector folded his knee and sat back, Epois had laid eyes and lips together as he had decided to.

The couple had definitely stopped wanting to thank the collector, but there was something about Lacey, and they broke up by promising any reunion to shake it off.

When I left, I was concerned about Epois' gaze like he was possessed by fever, but the collector decided to forget it because he didn't particularly like Lori.

"Oh. Brave man, you're a hottie. Amazing."

"Oh, my God, are you baking a jerk?

When Hannah's cheek was attached with her index finger as she nittered, she was paid her arm in a more sinister manner than she thought.

Oh? And there was a little distrust in Hannah's response that wasn't always there.

"Oh, are you really jealous?

"Haha, that's not true."

"Hey, you definitely have it in your current roots"

"Wow, that's a lot. I don't even think I hate brave people who ignore Hannah in response to that little girl named Epois."

(... what? Normally you don't care about this much, but you're more impetuous enough to tear it up, so why are you overreacting only today? I don't know. Not at all, I don't know)

"That's all right. Even that girl is your age..."

"I don't like that. Yikes! I don't like kids as old as you!

"Ugh?

- So you don't have to be vigilant.

And when I tried to go on, I was cleansed in an unprecedented hysterical tone. Apparently for Hannah, being a daughter as old as herself was a necklace.

I stepped on a mine. That also seemed like doing a circular motion while dancing a break dance around one finger to spread the range myself so as to trigger a chain reaction instead of just stepping on it.

"... something, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

My daughter of her age was a keeper of reflection for a long time, saying that it was really difficult.