Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Apparently, the source of infection with Lecopla disease is the suburban area. Rumors like that seem to be going on."

At the command post of the tent built in the square, Radek murmured in a melancholy tone as he was illuminated by the light of a pale candlestick.

"Is that the cause of the rumbling earlier?"

The collector smiled softly at Sister Claire, who looked anxious, who had just finished the allowance right by her side, to make her look energized.

Claire slightly loosened her expression when she grabbed her palm like a little mojo and her heart calmed down. Although it is an act that does not end up in public even if it is a couple between Japanese people, Romless people tend to prefer excessive skinship. Actually touching your skin and expressing your intention to "be here" is not that noticeable.

"Sister, what you did earlier was wonderful. Your deeds will surely welcome God as well."

"No, it's an honor, Radek."

"Eh...... Does Claire know about Mr. Radek?

"Mr. Klando. Mr. Radek is an assistant bishop of the Romless Church. Your rank is second only to that of Bishop Marco."

"Seriously. I mean, I'd be more surprised at that old man's high status. You were a good boy."

"Lord Klund. Bishop Marco is the boss of this neighborhood. It's not comparable to me or anything else. Would you rather we keep talking about it?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I broke your hip."

"Let's conclude. The situation is extremely bad, I hope."

"... is that because the infection pathway cannot be fully identified?

"After researching the city, only here in the Lizzie district is Lecopla's disease spreading. Quickly isolated from the outside world seems to have done its job, but even just the citizens who reside within the range I let the immunization team look into and Zhu Pu, they are over 50,000. Seven days wants a respite to figure out if these humans are infected. Most importantly, if the disease spreads any further, the medicine will naturally not be enough."

"If you take that medicine, you'll cure Lecopra's disease."

"The effects of the" Oquitolcin "created by the Alchemists Association of Wangdu are immense. However, people who take this medicine and heal will be alone. I can't stand it. Human beings are better for the strength of the medicine. All you have to do is pray to God."

"Oh no..."

As long as the medicine was available, the collector, who had decided it was already up to him to heal, stared unexpectedly at Radek's face in front of him with a stunned look. The weight of the fact caused Radek's face in his eyes to twist and twist.

- Are you two alone? That's stupid... hey.

The Collector has fought countless powerful enemies with his fingers on both hands since he was summoned by Romless. If you are a shaped and bloody monster, however distressed you may be, I can assure you that I will now try to fight and kill you for the women suffering in the Mansion, but there was nothing I could do about it with a virus that was so tiny that my opponent was invisible. You have a cold. If you sleep, it will heal. I wonder if it took me so long to make up my mind to get around to it.

"Master Klund, be sure to hold your breath."

Did you flutter without knowing? I heard a worried Claire in the distance.

"No, I'm fine."

"Lord Klund. Claire is right. Thou hast disputed so many heretical evils that blaspheme God. God must be keeping an eye on your good deeds far from heaven. God will not abandon a devout apostle like you -"

"That's right, Mr. Klund. Bishop Radek's assistant is right. God will not abandon you."

- Oh, is that what you're supposed to do?

The collector was supposed to have ostensibly converted to Romulanism when he officially filed papers in the church.

All the facts that have defeated the Romless cult, the national religion, from the next to the next, have slipped through the Church, and with that one thing, the two in front of them, the religious, are crushing their hearts to comfort the treasurers.

I want to pray to God. Whatever, you wouldn't know if you didn't get into this situation that you wanted to be a big, invisible force other than yourself.

"I'm guessing how you feel. Anyway, as a matter of priority, I'm sending a doctor and medicine to the mansion. Yes, don't let it bother you. Silver Villago's top doctors will treat your wives."

"Right. Don't you have a lot of medicine? Thank you, Victoria, for your skill. Ha."

……

"What's up?

"[Oxotolcin], medicine is not so luxurious. Unfortunately."

"Hey, it's Mr. Radek. Now, which one of these special effects is in the city?"

"Quote a lot, you'll only have three thousand people. Therefore, we must prevent any further spread."

"What. That's too much. There's like a thousand patients, right? Even slightly more from now on."

"That quote is sweet. Increase to a rat formula from today to tomorrow. Tens of thousands, assuming people escape from the blockade line to other districts, the city itself called Silver Villago will be polluted without crossing the moon. Then there will be hundreds of thousands of deaths."

"Oh, wait a minute. So the people here can hardly help you."

"Many church people are diligently nursing...... All this."

"Oh no..."

"Lord Klund. The victims gathered in this square are those who live in the most recent houses that were forcibly evacuated - the remainder occupied by those whose families threw them out in tears after nothing was done. We, the immunization squad, are volunteer death squads. The number is about three hundred. We're investigating half of that, and it's as if most of the remaining Lizzie District citizens don't intend to voluntarily join the square while remaining drawn to their homes. If you quote less, you won't be exposed to more than 10,000 human deaths. Special effects are given preferentially to high-status medicines. Life is not equal."

The collector couldn't stare at Radek's face, which made him suffer any more, and he jumped out of the tent. How much time has passed since then? Earlier I was excited and couldn't see, I jumped into the view of the collector so that the patients appeared blurry out of the darkness.

I just thought I was rolling over and wrapping it around in my blanket - no, the people I was trying to assume were dyeing their faces bright red like they were boiled down and coughing up bitterly.

"Hold on, hold on. It's okay, it's okay."

Church officials such as Sisters and Monks. Besides, the Adventurer Alliance officials who went to this death site themselves do not hate to get a splash of patient cough and wipe their cheeks and foreheads lit with wet water.

The collector covered his face with his palms as he spasmodically cramped his body into the cold sweat he had conveyed to his spine. But it's the act that makes no sense. Beyond the palms, countless people continue to die momentarily.

As wildfires burn in the plains - Lecopla disease continues to grow. That was the truth.

Yes. Humans only see what they want to see. I don't have to clear my ears to understand. From all over, sounds similar to the braking sounds of automobiles, similar to the indescribable blur, were echoed.

"Lord Klund. The tea you just drank has a mixture of medicines, but don't get too close to the sick...... Even though you have the Immortality Crest, Immortality Red, it can be just in case."

Radek left the tent and stood next to him. His eyes were covered. He showed no movement as if in the sea.

"I don't know, you can't just keep your hands around me."

"Hard theories are beginning to emerge among city councillors to put together and burn down compartments where the disease has spread. As far as I'm concerned, I think I might have had to be there, but Countess Geezera and others have been making a leap since last night to persuade other senators to argue in an argument to extend their range from fear or even to an unrelated compartment, but it's impossible. Around here, the Chamber of Commerce guild is desperately eating down because it is eating into the commercial area of Leasefield...... if you don't see any signs of convergence as it is, it will be only a matter of time. As long as Lecopla disease continues to spread, incineration is extremely likely to be inevitable. In that case, the refugees who have lost their place of residence will invariably riot. We would like to send troops of repression, but approaching such a nest of pathogens is itself strongly repelled by the soldiers. Killing each other begins. I want to. Whatever happens... I'm sure there will be a lot of blood again. I really want to stop it."

"So I went all the way to such a dangerous place. Mr. Radek, you're dying too..."

Radek's appearance without emotion was regarded as a quiet determination. At the same time the collector was ashamed of himself. I only think about my family in the mansion. How is Radek's integrity compared to that?

Claire called him an assistant bishop. If you become that high ranking monk, you don't need to take yourself to the scene and investigate the situation until you run the risk of getting sick. But he leaves no one else at his disposal, trying to check the facts with his own eyes and minimize the damage.

"Lord Klund. I see what caused the rash earlier. Apparently, folks assume that people living in suburban areas have made the plague endemic -. Or someone deliberately sprayed rumors that it would be a source of such disturbances. It's possible."

"After all, is it the work of Godrum"

"Although there are many disturbing elements in the city, Godrum must be the only one who doesn't hesitate to take inhumane measures in this situation. Besides, they are somewhat discriminative on a daily basis - yes, steadily spreading rumours that the subordinates, who are seen a step lower, threw poison and disease into wells everywhere in constant depression. It's harder to deal with this one just because it's not just a standout attack. Originally, there must have been an accumulation of unseen obsessions on both sides. As a result, we are conceiving the danger of just being lightly incited to lead to riots like the earlier Stone Wars."

"Invisible - Enemy"

"Yes, it's an invisible enemy. It would be Godrum who brought Lecopla's disease into Silver Villago. Nevertheless, we need to find out where the enemy is and where the mastermind is and prevent the disease from spreading any further."

The treasurer looked up into the sky. Radek had suggested only the possibility at the beginning, but at the end of the story, he let the conclusion converge into Godrum. I just think I had the certainty that I could cut it right from the start.

Throughout the square, the fire was burning red, and the night when he stroked his cheeks, which were like midday but exposed, was cold and icy. The sick, uhh, are distressed on the ground groaning like beasts. Sleeping on a blanket to the extent of my apologies, but that would not have accumulated in my body where the cold of the earth immediately came to me and weakened.

Radek says he will find out the mastermind and the source of the infection, but I also wonder if these suffering patients will be saved in those places. At the very least, it would be a reinforcing material to persuade the hardliners below Countess Geezera, who is about to burn down a strip around here.

"Water... water please..."

The collector noticed that the patient was craving water because of the feeling of touching his legs and neck. I immediately soaked some water into the cup where I was rolling and gave it to a woman who seemed like thirty or so.

"Don't lose... You can't lose a disease like this."

The woman was in a sneaky state, and when she finally swallowed only one mouth of water, smiling with a weak face, she knocked her neck down and stopped moving.

"Damn...!

"Mr. Radek..."

As the collector stood on the spot with a bitter look on his face, a vaccination squad man with a bird protection surface rang his boots and rushed over.

"What's up?

"The sanitary materials and special effects we were transporting from the armoury are under attack."

The man looked sorry as he poked one knee to the ground. Radek's expression moved slightly.

"Explain it in detail."

"Ha-ha. On the way to the square, dozens or so of armed groups have appeared and attacked the immunization squad. I am currently desperate to respond, but where I emerged from, the number of enemies continues to increase with dongs. There are over thirty people -"

"Mr. Radek. I'll go! You mustn't move the command post."

"Excuse me. As soon as the medicine arrived, I was avenged for trying to send a doctor to your mansion. Lord Klund, could you please?"

"Oh, leave it to me."

The collector ran out of the city at night when he asked the man from the immunization team for directions.

If you ask, the convoy is divided all over the place into just about fifteen people. I could speculate that it would be unfavourable to receive an ambush and a doubling enemy.

As we continued to run, the reinforcements added at Radek's direction brought the number of immunization teams following the collectors to about twenty.

When we reached the scene, the carriage loaded with stockpiles was now the moment the servant took the boarding reins. Around there are vaccine squad men with bird surfaces lying dead bodies. They are never weak. On the contrary, it was said that it was only a practice.

It stinks of blood. The collector felt it thick enough to sniff rotten, with his nose tipped, and reflexively fiercely and fiercely caused a warrior tremor.

Hot. Burning is my own blood. The collector quickly pulled out the Holy Sword (Black Lion) and leaped towards the men who blocked the loose. Hard, the sound of the blade cracking the bone rang. I shook off my long sword horizontally feeling the response to breaking the meat. Zach of hot blood falls on my cheeks. The smell resembled iron rust, and it was all over the place.

The men of the immunization squad threw the pine lights in their hands everywhere. Soon the dark night was torn apart and it jumped into my sight that desperate struggles were taking place everywhere.

The chest of the men who interact with the Epidemic Squad depicts a gloomy crest of female and male snakes intertwined in the pot. It was a clear testament to the familiar Godrum Order.

The collector slammed a long sword on the hips of a man pushing one of the immunization squads as he ran. The blade broke the man's body roughly half and scattered blood smoke around.

We headed to the next enemy sooner than the scream was scratched off by the sound of a sword trident. The men are approaching from left to right so that they can pinch.

When the collector wielded his long sword like a windmill, he flew the neck of the two men at an unstoppable speed.

I jumped in the carriage faster than the men raising blood splashes like fountains collapsed.

Here are loads of supplies that will save the lives of our citizens. Whatever it was, it couldn't be taken away from me.

A man stood and stomped his spear on top of a package whose contents had been torn and dew. The Godrum followers who are taking the reins are unable to get their horses out because of the struggle of the immunization squad.

"Don't make me get my horse out!

"Give me the pills - keep the supplies alive!

The Godrum followers should not be able to escape the blockade line, but nevertheless the fact that only a few remaining hopes fall into the hands of the enemy caused them to flinch violently to the bowels of the collector.

Everyone instinctively feels that this is a "ball". The man in front of me has rolled out the spear in his hand at a tremendous rate. The collector grabbed the spear pattern as he squeezed the poke with a piece of neck skin.

Even myself, how could so much idiocy have swelled up from my left arm? I broke the spear from the middle by breaking the twig. And a terrific noise sounded, and a man stepped on it.

The collector rolled out his long sword reflexively to the man's throat. The tip ate soft throat meat. It was at the same time that I was pulled out of my jacket quickly.

He was dragged down from the carrier shortly after he also raised his voice. I fell from my shoulder to the ground and the groan leaked. The Godlums beside the carriage got me. but I don't have time to regret it.

Instinctively rolled intact without standing up. The collector used the long sword finely as he spun. The cutting edge damaged the men's tibia and thighs and succeeded in reducing enemy combat power.

Shortly after breathing, I saw a giant man arrive swinging his hand axe. At the moment of his setup, one of the immunization teams devoured and overthrew an intense tackle from the blind spot. The crisis did not end. Two men come in cheering without waiting for the collector to get up. A squeaky cry echoed as the stranded animal cried. I waved my long sword horizontally with one knee poked. The men were injured in the torso and flank and rolled unnecessarily. When I finally got up, I could afford to look at the carriage again. The wheels are starting to roll slightly. As I stretched my fingertips out in a rough breath, a man who was hiding under the body of the vehicle jumped. The collector released the tookick with all his might as he passed on the eye lid and put his face against the sweat that flowed down. A stiff half-length toe dictated the center of the man's face into a moro. I doubled the bowl of the stuffing man straight off, making sure he felt like smashing his nose beam.

- Quick, we have to stop the carriage moving.

It was close to a miracle that the moment I tried to grab onto the carrier again, I felt a fierce killing behind my back and looked back.

A man with a blade on his back slammed his anger into him.

I'm throwing my life away.

The collector does not stop to roll out his long sword, but the man has eaten down hard, even though he has been pierced through his chest.

The man shook his last strength and barked softly, not even a black lion swallowed up to the point of the tuba.

"Get it out, get the carriage out -!"

The sound of the whip dropping heavily on the horse body sounds. I saw the thick iron wheels spin out slowly but surely, and was driven by a burning sensation in my stomach.

Hiya, and the man who shook up the whip again suddenly collapsed into a landslide, rolling off the carriage. All this time here, a man from the immunization squad took it and made a leap to brake it.

That being so, the Godlum followers will flock to the carriage with straw, but they will just stare at the arrows flying quietly across the darkness as they are taken aback by one enemy shadow after another.

"What are you doing, don't get rid of Sassa and those guys!

Rin's young woman's voice ran through the battlefield. When the collector shifted his point of view in the direction of his voice, he reliably reflected Karen holding a pine light from the roof of an adjacent upstairs house.

From there it became a one-sided battle. Having gained ground, Karen used her good elphin bow to shoot one after the other without missing the enemy shadow crawling under her eyes.

The Godlum followers also have bows and arrows, but they can't even capture the dust on Karen, who is so distant from the roof, lying down and shooting.

The battle was won. The medicine was protected. Was it bad that everyone thought so and lost their shoulder strength? One of the cornered Godrums rushed to the carrier with the momentum of the suspended river as he showered a zabble from his head of what was stuck in a leather bag on his hips.

- Intense smell of oil.

"Don't let him near the carriage!

This was the watershed in this night's battle. The Collector heads toward the man who runs wild as he calls, but the remaining men build a meat wall to defend themselves against the blade of Special Attack.

I saw Karen's unleashed arrow indeed pierced the man's side head. but does the spirit outweigh the flesh as time, the speed of the man rushing over didn't even shake the fine dust.

"Glory be to Godrum -"

As the man spread his hands and fell into the carrier, multiple rockets flowed across the edge of his sight leaving light marks behind.

The Godlums unleashed an arrow. Did the supplies contain perishable chemicals, or quickly the fire spread and the area was as bright as midday.

Burn.

Burning.

It was my last hope. The zodiac's eyes stared jiggly at the burning carrier, while consciousness did not reflect it.

Be sure to do something about it. I was going to. As long as there's medicine, it'll definitely help. The memorable blue eyes of Nelly fade away and stare.

"I won't let you. Never, never lose it or anything...!

Don't go. The collector tried to shake off the push around him and ran into the midst of go-go and burning red lotus flames.

I remember my intense thirst. Sizka woke up.

(Cold...... and weak body)

The core of my head hurts dull. I was slightly upset when I couldn't remember where or what I was doing until earlier in an attempt to wake up my body.

"Or... Ha."

I felt my tongue stick to my throat trying to speak out. It must not seem like a billionaire to move awfully. Although weariness resembles hangovers, the weight of a hot head was more than I've ever tasted in my life.

I noticed a severe cough that was happening there all over the place and was stunned when I tried to open the eye lid. It's a stunning eyelid, and your eyes are stiff. In the first place, it doesn't work with Pickle, even if it tries to put force on the limbs.

Someone's footsteps are approaching. Sizka stayed jiggy and was rubbed in the face with a warm cloth cut, and I guessed that was what someone had finally wiped my face off.

"What's up? You finally realized, of."

It was Dorothea. Her big eyes are full of relief and moisturizing. Sizka moved her jaw tip slightly distressingly, distressed to tell her that she had no voice. When Dorothea moved her long ears pinched, she immediately grabbed her will and carried the water spill to her mouth. Sizka shuddered her lips as she could hold her like a child, dampening and comforting her mouth as tense and stiff as glue.

"Wow, I... what happened,"

"It's an epidemic. Well, don't worry about it, though. Yeah. Now I'm going to find a doctor that Klund would like to see. Everyone will heal soon. Never mind. Rest. of"

Ugh, uhh. Dorothea, as tired as she was, put Sizka to bed and moved to another hospital bed. Apparently, this is a living room. In one of the bunks arranged, I saw everyone roaring sideways, and the gear of reason that was roaring finally began to move.

This alone can see that Sizka is not a great deal of mental power. Lecopla disease was an extreme malignancy with extreme high fever and rash. Even if the wise Sizka could not get up, it was understandable that the disease had moved from Hilda to everyone.

(Oh, yeah. That's right. Hilda's got a fever... and then, Al, and... with Rudge. In turn...... Fall down...... oh, already. head...... tired, good...... back and forth, can't remember, can't)

When I was relaxed, I found that a small person who was coughing hard next door had cramped hard. I could see my golden hair spreading radially and my eyes clouding as cute as a doll.

It's Hilda. Sizka raised her hand sluggishly as she watched as every other person poured white bubbles out of her mouth.

A black shadow jumps like an arrow. It was Liza.

"Dorothea! Hilda's cramped! Come on, come on, come on!

"Whatever!

Dorothea, who changed her blood phase, quickly returned to work on Hilda with Liza and the two of them. Even so, it's not like the two of you have any medical experience. It was the best I could do to keep the diarrhea from clogging my throat.

"It's hard, it's painful. I wish Wataru could do it on his behalf... Forgive me... Forgive me..."

"Hilda! It's got Liza on it. Hang in there, hang in there!

Dorothea and Liza were shaking Hilda's hand, small and round, spilling large tears in tears.

"It's cold... it's cold..."

On the other side of Hilda, Artemisia is groaning in pain as she breaks her length.

"Are you cold? I'll get more blankets, Artemisia."

It adds even more to the blanket Loulou had in his hands with a pale face, but it was almost as pointless an action as it was.

"Ugh...!

An unexpectedly severe blunt pain struck the back of his head. Sizka fell into the illusion that a flash could be played behind the eye lid, becoming intolerable and eating up her teeth.

Hot but cold. The illusion that there is some kind of red and black snake wrapped around the depths of the body, into the core, and tightened to thrive.

"God... salvation... whatever... salvation..."

Lacey is praying in a creepy voice.

- No, you can't. Hold on tight. This disease does not heal in prayer.

Yes. Dorothea was there. Cland said he'd bring a doctor.

Sizka believed in the treasurer. Any time, if you believe him, you can handle it. It was deeper than faith for Sizka and the only definite stopover.

The sound wacked up outside the window sweeping away the groans. Pordina, who was nursing at the edge of her sight, was seen rushing to the window. At the same time, the stone jumps indoors by breaking through the glass.

"No! What are you doing, Sizka!

Pordina raises her voice violently with surprise. but Sizka doesn't stop.

"What. Show me, too..."

"Oh, already!

Pordina waved her fist up and down with her tail upside down.

"You mean it!

Dorothea covered her face with her palm with a shrugged voice.

Sizka woke up her body wielding a mental force hardly thought of as a human being, and when she stood up she moved to the window as she was bubbling. I was held by Dorothea.

I was stunned when I did my gaze on the table. There was a group of looming outlaws waving their swords and spears and setting fire to them all over the garden, pushing them like a tsunami.