Dungeon+Harem+Master

The tragedy of Lecopla disease did not remain. Hilda, Artemisia and Rudge were skinned, first Lacey, who was nursing the sick, fell, and Sizka and Hannah also suffered.

One of the rooms of the mansion became the field hospital itself. Clean up the indoor fixtures and arrange the women sequentially from the edges where the thin edges were laid.

The little elf and his caretaker Emmanuel moved away from the mansion where the couple were asleep, and the sickness was exclusively attended by the Dorotheas.

The collector feared that Dorothea would be infected with the disease, but Dorothea said, "This disease only affects the human race..." I'm not so sure as to be true or false, but now that Rudge is down, I didn't have time to hesitate. Suddenly kicking Nelly out of the motion to hasten, the collector hastily hastened to make the chores quicker. Then he moved away for now to entrust the aftermath to Pordina to try to open it up.

Dorothea and Lisa, the elves, Louloulou to Karen, and Pordinas of the Wolves of War (Wearwolf), are now exempt from Lecopla disease in the Mansion. who are safe outside of the sub-people who are resistant to the disease,

Nelly.

Meriandale.

Victoire.

Emmanuel.

Lynette.

Santos the man, and Cheryl his wife.

I became just these seven and little elves. All the children are half elves, so they are less likely than normal to suffer from Lecopla disease. Nevertheless, we cannot allow Hilda to come into contact with those who are currently developing. The only thing that Rudge left behind when he fell, if he had hope, was that he wasn't all about Lecopla disease.

"The disease does seem to have an extremely high lethality rate once it develops, but that's only for children who are not physically fit. The chances of survival after the fever is caught are 30% stiff in the book."

According to Meryandale, who searched the library for a book of medicine, this may not be incurable and slightly leaks a sigh of relief. And as the words were spoken, the remaining women wept, all together as they encouraged one another to speak.

In this world of medicine as if it were underdeveloped, developing illnesses that were not well understood was itself synonymous with equals death. Many human beings wander in front of their falling families and must watch them die without much treatment.

Compared to the agitated and emotionally elevated adults, the little elves were extremely quiet after checking the situation once.

The little elves grew up with the noble daughters who grew up with nanny sun umbrellas also encountering much more routine deaths. With the exception of the young lady, who could be considered a milk drinker, they all watched how things were going with some objectified eyes.

This doesn't mean they're flirtatious. I'm just accustomed to the unfortunate things that can't be done to me. The peaceful life that has lasted for nearly the past year is now about to disappear again.

If the collectors are left to die, or if they are discrete, they will have trouble eating from that day on. The eyes of the little elves were cold and cloudy and untouched to accept everything.

"If it means we're blocking the road, it's reasonable to assume that the disease is spreading throughout the city,"

Nellie's in my arm. I squeezed my sleeping little elf in my arms.

"Hmm."

"Klund. It's easy to break through the interrogation if I go right away! We need to get the doctor to the mansion quickly!"

Victoire yelled at him barking as he ran his eyes blood. Her neat appearance is blue-white and she roams around the room like a bear who has just woken up from hibernation restlessly from earlier.

I wonder how shocked it was that Hannah had fallen, for a while she stayed neat sitting deep in her chair, but when she drinks one of the alcoholic beware, she just grabs it and looks at me. A breath of alcohol smells on her cheeks, and a strong, sweet body odor that she dissipates from her body drifts through her nostrils.

"Don't be impotent. Diseases are spreading in the city. If you move poorly, you're dead. Hey, calm down."

"Cland, and Victoire. Guildmaster, Lord Victoria is a wise man. If you go all the way to the city, there must be a stockpile of drugs that can help with Lecopla's disease. Moving without darkness is... You know the public has Victoire here, too, and if this disease spreads in the city, they'll send a messenger to see how it goes. And it's night now. It's too dangerous to jump into a city where you know the disease is rampant..."

When Nelly groaned at the bitterness, he threw the cup Victoire had in his hand on the floor and never ate his eyeballs.

"Medicine! Why is it so important now? No, first. By and large, then what were you crying about earlier? You're making fun of us. Eh!"

"I'm not fooling around. Shit. In the first place, if the roads are blocked, well, they're not the same. Sometimes I move, too!

"So the presence or absence of drugs is speculation. What are you gonna do with that delusion in your mouth!

"Don't shout out loud. I wish the kids were scared."

"Keys, Keys, you must be the one calling."

"That hurts. Don't pull it!

Victoire poked his ass cake in recoil as Nellie, who was being grabbed on the sleeve, pulled her arm. Fighting between women whose emotions are so high that they can no longer restrain themselves is a situation that can no longer be stopped.

"The one you are...! Hannah and everyone else suffer from the disease while we're at it. Sit and wait for it as if it were every other person. Still human!

"You! Firstly, what are we going to do when we go into the nest of disease without darkness in the present situation! I'd love to go to the city now and bring a doctor, if I could. But what if you fall ill on the way! There's no guarantee that even if you're unscrupulous, you'll always find a doctor, but you'll get medicine. I hope it's wiser to wait for rescue than to move without thinking."

"Such passive measures over this period. Then all you have to say is congrats. It's okay to reason, but after all, you don't just have to spare your life."

"What the hell! Don't be silly. I wouldn't spare my life for all of us. Besides, I'm sure Vee's going to send someone from the Dorotheas to the city, but there's no guarantee anywhere that he won't suffer from 100 percent lecopla disease because he's an elf. I'm more angry when I think of something."

"Hey, what the hell? - Holy shit!

"Whatever. What do you mean, do it? This pumpkin."

When they happened to jump, they scratched each other's hair and began to grasp each other, screaming hysterically. Stretch your nails and scratch each other's faces as you gobble through the narrow detachment.

"Stop it. Stop it. Stop it."

"Oh, my God, it's so bad."

The little elves stood on the spot snoring and crying, and the Santos just stared jiggly at the collector's face as they wandered.

"Hey. How dare you..."

"Please don't! Neither of you is ashamed of your children!

There was enough rage to shake the billibility and window frames out of Meryandale's mouth. Incredibly loud, the collector sits on the spot fluttering with a thousand feet, holding both ears. While doing so, Meryandale quickly separated Victoire from Nelly, forcing him to stand up and feed Vinta just wondering if this was still the case toward the two.

Whatever Nelly is, Victoire is a first-rate knight with extensive experience in action with blood seeping training. It was totally pushed by Meryandale's temper.

"Ah. Why..."

"Hey, what are you doing, Ru"

Nelly sat down nagging with her bright red cheeks, and Victoire stood up on the spot in a grim manner.

The collector hid sassy on the back of Lynette and Lucille in awe of Meriandale's too many swordscreens. The collector's fright was deep, and he felt the aura of Meryandale's fury from Lynette's shoulder tip, and immediately attempted to erase his signs by taking the technique of concealment.

"What are you doing! What we do now is ugly and good. Besides, the kids are watching. If we're discussing this, we should be ladylike and neat. If you still have something to complain about - let's get on the table. If you want to talk, I'll listen."

When Emmanuel,

"Mary's... right... yelling is... pointless... kids... scared"

Victoire and Nellie apologized without saying that they were either embarrassed by their actions just as they were covering for them.

"I'm sorry, Nelly. I didn't like it. It was too good. I hope you forgive me."

"No, that's okay. I did a little too much, too. I'm sorry."

They're both terribly keen. You wouldn't be as convinced as you really are, but what matters is where you make your shape. The collector moved quickly to take both hands and forced them to shake hands as well.

"Well, it's a good thing we made up, so let's just calm down and talk about it."

In conclusion, the collectors decided to take the positive measures suggested by Victoire. Convincing Nelly was still extremely difficult, but I reluctantly agreed that I didn't think things would change if I just kept waiting at the bottom of my mind.

"Whether you're looking for a doctor or medicine, you don't need to go in large numbers. I need to nurse the Hilders, so I'll try to do it alone."

"Then so am I. -!"

Victoire creates a grip and moves on and on. Occasionally the tips of each other's noses became stuck at a distance, and the collector retreated as they wandered.

"Ma, wait. If you suck, you might get Lecopla's too. There are only a few people who can move. If something goes wrong in this situation, I want to leave the one I can handle. If you bring him, he's one of the Dorotheas."

"But...!

"This is the situation. Not necessarily if the robbery doesn't break into the mansion. But even yesterday it was a mess."

"Damn. I didn't know I could move myself only at a time like this...... I have a really bad tooth. Well, then, Klando. Take this."

"What about this guy?

The collector stared at the ring handed to him by Victoire. A bright red treasure ball was embedded, and a crest appeared in the design that mimicked a flower that was somewhat orthogonal in origin.

"When difficulties arise, show the smear that was followed by the ring. If you're an officer, you'll know it belongs to the Baltermy family. Useless strife should be fought. This is such an emergency. Keep it. It shouldn't get in the way. Wait, and write a cover letter. Bring it."

"Oh, it's Thanx"

"You idiot. Let's hope God is safe at best. If you feel any strange about your health, you'll be right back. In this situation, I'm relieved to help."

Victoire shook his voice as he moistened his golden eyes.

"God. Good luck to my husband..."

"Klando, be careful"

I get a blessed kiss on my cheek from Nelly and Meryandale. As she crouched and retightened her half-length shoelaces, Victoire dyed her cheeks cherry and kissed her forehead as she shrugged away.

I'll take care of it.

"I was going to take the big boat. I'll see what I can do."

Victoire turned that way as illuminated. As the collector slightly distorted his lips, Loulou jumped in through the doorway.

"Clandestine. Have you seen the princess?

There is no such thing as Loulou calling himself a "princess" but Karen Locorocco, the princess of step elves.

"When, are you gone?

"Yes. Yes, earlier. Here, really?

(Now you've been eavesdropping. Its-!)

As the collector tried to push Louloulou away and jumped out of the distance, he ran straight out to the gate without looking back at the rest.

It was not until dusk, when the sun was falling, that the collectors reached the whole city. Normally, soldiers were summoned at several blockades to the boulevard where they often arrived, and each time they showed a cover letter, but the soldiers at the end had many illegible words, and the effect was one now.

I wasted no time searching for and convincing a platoon leader class person who could understand the Ring of Testimony, a clan of lords.

The soldiers told me that Lecopra's disease was still spreading to the centre of the city.

Although this time is mostly a boulevard full of people, the shop in sight was closed from one end, while still presenting the Ghost Town scene.

The sun is already down. The collector went for the Adventurer's Guild early enough while keeping his jacket in front of him.

There are signs of loneliness that one wild dog cannot be seen. It seemed like the city was dead.

"No, no, no, no, no..."

It is terribly dark to say that it is the center of the city because not even one store is open. Besides, black clouds cover the night sky as unusually this evening. The collector narrowed his eyes like a cat and gazed his eyes into darkness.

I felt a trembling killing in my spine and jumped away instantly, wondering if walking with my nerves always unusually stretched did my job.

Gah, a blunt sound rang and six measures slapped the ground. Looking at the killer storm as the collector landed dangerously, there stood men in disguise wearing surfaces with long, bird-like couches.

"Terra...... What the hell are you doing?"

The men did not utter a word and nodded at each other as they looked at each other, semi-surrounded with a motion they were accustomed to quickly surrounding the collector.

In the dark. If they were ordinary people, would they be in a black, monochromatic sea that they wouldn't know even if they stuck their nose tips, and they would be trained accordingly, and the men were forming like daylight when they were suffocated?

"Whoops!

Wow, the wind rolled up and the stick stuck out in a straight line. The collector tried to grab some of the stick as he opened his half and deflected, but failed to feel and take away the lukewarm oil on the surface.

(Do...! These aren't mutton fish!

The enemy's score is an oak stick that exceeds two well-polished meters. Even if it's not a blade, I would just be sorry if it could be struck with a stick like that.

I remember buying a grudge. That's what I can't make it with my fingers on both hands. The movements of Jirijiri and the men who slowly pack their time seemed to be specially trained warriors if they saw no gap movement.

(I don't have time to think crap. Breaking the siege on the soldiers in the first place doesn't mean you're here for free, does it?)

It was too abrupt because of the outbreak of Lecopla disease, which is what happened in the first place. According to Nelly, an infectious disease as intense as this one has never heard of an outbreak in the city in nearly a decade.

- I don't have time to hesitate, even if who they are.

The collector put his eyes on the men as he pulled out the holy sword (Black Lion) on his hips.

The men have rolled out their sticks in an undisturbed motion. Given its speed, and the power it possesses, it is a power that I am sorry to have hit anywhere in the Five Bodies.

The collector stared straight at the tip of the bar as he stretched to pierce himself with his sword in place, and moved for the first time in the moment, touching or not touching his throat.

He moved his long sword diagonally, exhaling sharply. The polished heavy oak stick was chopped off about thirty centimeters tip with the ease of tearing the cheese, and the fragments danced into darkness.

I waved my long sword diagonally as I let my temper slip down my throat. Continuously slashing the stick protruding, the collector collectively slashed about three, pulling the stick of the slow-moving enemy with one hand to grab it.

I kicked up the empty enemy's torso. I still felt my toes punch through the man's stomach.

If you don't save your people, the boy's rambling will be struck out from all sides. When the collector could swing his long sword freely and retreat from it, he flew back wide behind him and opened his distance.

One of the men is stuffy and afflicted by folding his body into a letter when he removes his score. The kick went into a pretty good place.

You won't be able to return to battle for a while with that. Karen came to the end of her head. No matter how much for medication, I get in here alone with a woman like this - and my spine is freaked out.

"Wait! Wait, you guys. Not that one. - Yamei!

"Am I?"

The kind of voice I heard somewhere blocked exactly where the next slash was about to begin right now.

"What are you doing here, Lord Klund?"

The skinny man in a gray coat that looked about thirty was Radek, said to be Victoire's sister and head of the Adventurer Guild, as well as Victoria de Barthelmy's Scarf, which now essentially binds Andrew State.

"Oh, you sure are Guildmaster's"

"It's Radek. Damn, that's what I see in strange places. Hey, this one's fine. Pull the weapon."

"But, Radek...!

A man standing in support of his belly-held companion shouted in dissatisfaction. Hiding on the surface is hard to understand, but the boiling point always seems abnormally low.

"This man is Victoria's brother-in-law - Victoria's husband. Be modest."

"Oh, yeah! - Ha ha."

When the men swallowed the situation, they pulled in a light weapon and apologized to the collector.

"No, if you understand me, why don't you come over here. That's Mr. Radek. What are you guys doing here?

"These are from the Silver Villago Immunization Corps. We are investigating the location of this Lecopla disease by the life of the princess... More than that, why is Lord Klund in such a place?"

"That's..."

The collector revealed that everyone was suffering from Lecopla's disease at the mansion, so he had boarded up to the single city to find a doctor.

"This is something we don't even care about. I'll have the doctors grab the pills and rush you to the mansion right away."

"I heard that Lecopra's disease is pretty nasty. He said that even if the fever caught, it would help about 30%. I wonder if you're all right."

"Did they read the medical books? That's a little old story. Now there is a special effect called 'oxitolsin'. If not so much time has passed since the onset, you will be comfortable in a month or so."

"Oh, my God! Haha, no, thank God."

"No, it's just that I heard that Lecopra's spread in other countries this spring, and Victoria kept some medicine in the castle."

"Hmm. A sardine in misfortune? I wondered what would happen when I was surrounded by these bird faces... Now you've finished half your errands."

"The other half, they say?

"It's Karen. Remember that? My elf kid in that silver twint. Apparently, he drove ahead and rode all the way to the city on his own. Anyway, we need to find him."

"Is that the princess of that step elf? Indeed, one woman's walk is too dangerous in the current security situation. If anything, it can also mean how much. Let's find it as soon as we can."

Radek immediately began his search for Karen when he struck one of the immunization teams.

"It's Mr. Radek. I don't blame you for not taking care of me. If there's anything I can do, don't hesitate. Nevertheless, be not in the power of money."

"Then sweeten to your words. You stand on your arms a lot. Could you please take the same route to the main management of the immunization team? If we get there, we'll have a few hundred men."

"You got it. I'll take care of it for a while."

The collector went ahead with Zunzun when he took the lantern from Radek's hand. Knowing that the men with bird surfaces were also men in their brother-in-law, they each settled by name as if nothing had happened earlier.

"That's Mr. Radek. Do you have a star of sickness where it first happened?"

"That's right. Thank you. I think it's around the central garrison."

"... a garrison. Indeed, our first infection was also Hilda, who went to work in the service"

"Lecopra disease is spreading to the city, mainly in the garrison. Although we are currently building a temporary ambulance in Central Square with the help of the Church. I don't care, there are too many patients. If you say no, thank you."

"Not so much"

"There were over eight hundred people as of noon. From now on, shall we exceed a thousand? The roads are sealed and the castle gates on all sides closed to prevent the spread of disease, but if logistics stops long enough, the city will die. In fact, the blockade cannot be imposed for long from a material or economic point of view. Silver Villago is home to over a million people."

"What are we going to do?"

"Once, we'll go back to the square. I want to analyze the information gathered"

"Mr. Radek. It's not like this guy's a temp escort. Not every other person. As soon as possible, if we don't identify and respond to the source of the infection, every castle dries up. Please, it seems like you've gone too far, but let me help you, too."

"It'll help."

Radek gave a howling voice.

"But. I don't know why this disease spreads all the time."

"Lord Klund. I am not normal because of the spread of this disease. This is obviously a sense of artificial malice."

"You're like a biological weapon. Even so, do you know the kind of people who do this to innocent citizens?"

"The other day, the princess took the lead in a rather absurd heretical hunt in the city. And there's only one person who's going to give me back my interest."

"Godrum."

"Seems so."

When the collector pounded his tongue hard, he kicked the pebble at his feet into his mind.

Godrum.

It is a cult group that sees the Romless Orthodox Church as its enemy and whose collectors have worn the blade more than once.

Even the other day, the memory of Woodless in another realm is new. Whether crushed or crushed, they sprang up and come out as I recall, they were not a good name for a collector with ear damage.

The two headed to Central Square as they spoke. The bird-faced men are on guard to wrap around it.

"That's noisy..."

There were more people in Central Square than I thought. It was bright as midday, illuminated by a burning fire, beyond what the collector had thought.

A sick man rolls like a marutai on a blanket spread all over the place. Yeah, yeah, he's roaring. It would be a little cold at night, but every sick man was suffering from high fever by lighting his face on fire.

The church humans are busy running around trying to sew between the fallen and lying people.

It was the collector who noticed the anomaly first. There was a group of people cursing each other hard in the corner of the field hospital.

This is the kind of iron fire. Was it bad that the nurses didn't dare to blame them for having no choice but to wake up a little? When the group split apart in the blink of an eye, it transformed into such a large force that it could not be overlooked.

Just a few dozen meters away is filled with waves of people. When the collectors did their gaze, the two populations were split into plenty from the centre of the square, tens of meters away and cursing each other in mouth, as they ignored the rolling patient. Did it unconsciously make a physical collision that opened the distance?

but you stepped on it as not a sudden rub, the group dont call on anyone but dont swell up.

"How dare you, you subhuman bastard!

"Oh my God! You're the one who's been trying to trick me!

"Shut up, you son of a bitch, you're gonna throw up just to keep your mouth shut!

"I'll kill you!

"Oh, my goodness!

The curses that went up echoed all the cracks there, and eventually they became the size of wildfires that they did not know would propagate to the masses and stay like wildfires that burned on the plains.

"Please don't. Now's not the time to argue with each other. Ugh!

"Sister, stay back."

"Ha ha."

Several sisters who were nursing entered the group but were occasionally pushed away. It was a young elf man who rambled. Anger swelled from the population against the subhuman, as if a spark had run on the igniter.

"What the hell does Temehe and the rest of them do to Sister!

"Slap him to hell!

"Mr. Radek. I don't know what caused the fight, but I can't do it like this...!

The population was clearly color-coded into two. Human race on the one hand. The other was occupied by the sub-people. I don't know what the reason was for this grudge, but I was totally in mass hysteria.

A disease that suddenly descended on us. And the invisible closure situation ahead and the current impending clear "death" would have fuelled people into underlying anxiety, scratching out reason once in a while.

Then when the scream rose as if it had slaughtered the cat child, the two populations retreated at a sassy and wonderful rate as the tide drew. The arm of the man who was stuck in the suburbs was damaged.

No matter, it's not a signal that my anger has cooled or that I've regained my sanity. I wonder if some of the group are adventurers, quietly unplugging their hipped gains.

The object, reflecting on the cauldron and sparkling, was nothing but the tip of a sharp, pointy blade that could not be misseen.

It would have been instinctive to dispel from each other the awareness that something called race differences lives in the same town on a daily basis.

In this case, it doesn't matter what the cause of the fight is. It was the result of a desire for a sacrifice that would both blow away depression.

Not so much, but people started throwing pebbles that were falling on the spot. Soon a cursing match came back that didn't mean anything to deafen the ears.

- The falling stone is known. If we run out of money, we won't be spared the clash.

"Damn - I'm not gonna do anything about it!

There was a small shadow that popped out among the group, thinking the same thing, as the collector burst into the group again with his teeth biting. Turns out he's a church sister from dark blue monastic clothes.

(What do you think? It's cancer. They're gonna kill me!

Sister, like a small mouse, came out flat at the midpoint between the two but that was it.

It was a delicacy that, thanks to being somewhat tidy, the stone had not fallen for so long.

The brave Sister was struck in the forehead by a flying pebble, poking her foot at the big, mellow ground.

but when he stood up immediately, he nudged his small body and spread his hands, showing unhated boldness to be seared by the flames of a group burning with intent to kill.

"Please don't. Don't you see those who suffer from the disease here!

From Sister's cracked forehead he passed through a bright red blood tidy nose beam, pulling the tail of a strip and falling.

"Ah, ugh. I didn't mean to..."

He would have originally been a devout Romless believer. When the avant-garde of the human race stopped stone-throwing, the subpeoples - a party centered on the beasts - also stopped attacking, as they learned.

Sister walked over to a dangerous oak to see as he still stands when he heads to the subhuman side in slow footsteps.

"That's fine. Strike me with that stone, if thou hast not yet wandered. Come on."

The young Sister is peeking into his face as he lets a looking oak man grip a stone. Orcs squirm with their mounds, losing their will to fight.

At the same time, a stone was thrown at me at a speed that was willing to kill me from nowhere. The collector took a stone blow in the back as he held the Sister to almost dive. It's a breath-taking shock. Most importantly, this was also the pain the collector had to take.

Are you okay, Claire?

"Mr. Klund..."

The collector gently rubbed his back as the pain propagated and paralyzed as he stared at the sister moisturizing his eyes at the long reunion.