Dungeon+Harem+Master

The origin of the disease was poked out by the activity of the collector. It was an outrage by a man named Tarkin at an old clothing store in the Lizzie district. This man remained in this neighborhood, where the disease was still rampant, and he was able to catch him lightly when the immunization team sent out a catcher to look for a nearby area.

The source of the disease was in old clothes and blankets taken by Talkin from other countries. The fleas that possessed the fungus of Lecopra disease remained in the old clothes, and the wounded and sick soldiers in the garrison who used it bit and gradually spread the disease.

But even among the misfortunes, the word "tsuki" remains. Bacillus lecopra is a special thing that can only be present in the body of fleas specific to the Romeless region that mediates rodents.

Importantly, this Lizzie district was home to a large number of cat and dark fox subpeople known as the Warcats, as well as a raccoon subpeople called the Tonchbo. They or they had a bad habit of capturing and eating rats because of their habits. For this reason, the rats themselves were almost swept away around this district and the hygiene was unusually good.

Todd says the immunization squad has a large stockpile of drugs that can thoroughly kill fleas developed by Wang Du's alchemists, and it's not that hard to do a thorough extermination if you pick it up outside the containment line. It was a literal light.

"Tarzan beeps and one mouse. But you were an extremely big rat."

The disease is still sweeping the city. But I managed to get a grill on the grill. The collector exhaled for a long time watching the thick protection of the immunization squad, which was protecting the old fashioner Tarkin from the anger of the residents.

Talkin was quite a well-known merchant in Silver Villago, and there were many negotiations with other countries.

Thus, it was not so difficult to obtain contaminated old clothing using the back route from Eurotia, where Lecopla disease spread this spring.

It turns out that about ten days ago, Tarkin's adorable beloved daughter was raped by a wounded and sick soldier in a garrison.

Marguerite, Tarkin's daughter, was the bead in his palm that was so cat adorable that it didn't hurt to put it in his eyes, and the fact that the treasure was shattered unbroken was the beginning of the incident in this case.

Tarkin had always treated the soldiers who had fought for the country and had become imperfect with a strong sense of reverence, so he made his daughter hear them well on a daily basis, too, to honor them. Because of such an underground, his daughter, Marguerite, also followed the unfamiliar soldier and was disgraced with chastity.

Tarkin's gratitude was the outfit behind him. Exactly cute and a hundred times more hateful.

"From Tarkin's point of view, I guess I couldn't stand the way the law court would make amends for the crime of rape with just a few silver coins"

Todd of the Epidemic Squad told the collector so as he watched Tarkin, lurking in the crowd, being hit with a rope and pulled.

In this concept of the world, the thing of virginity was an absolute norm that had to be more adhered to. Essentially, prenuptial negotiations and the like are aside, so much so that in some cases the perpetrator was acquitted because it was proven that the woman who was the victim was not a virgin.

Talkin would not have been able to protest against the soldiers or the state army, which stood up and supervised him, even with regard to his daughter. That ended up like this one.

Full of justice, Chris watched the back of the poor man as he was escorted away. The treasurer has no words to call. Should it be called karma, the soldier who had mausoled his daughter had already died from the disease.

"Father, Father!

The daughter of Minotaur was following her father who was being taken away, making her mourn a whisper. That is probably Marguerite, who has been condemned to manipulation and now carries the fate of having to live as the daughter of a man who has driven many people to death with an evil pestilence. The collector chewed his lips hard as he closed his eyes.

"That girl's father..."

"Because of him, we..."

"Why do I have to look at you like this..."

"Hang..."

"Hang..."

The captured talkin is punished by law. It was also inexorable that the anger of the inhabitants, who wanted to beat him to death with my hands if they could, could be accommodated by the daughter of a "criminal" crying out as she sat down.

"Klando, this is bad. Keep it up, that girl's gonna get killed."

Private sentencing. The running of anger that caught fire could not be stopped by anyone. More than a few hundred people immediately captured him as he pushed him over to Marguerite and pushed him up to a handmade execution table.

What is this... What is this irrationality? Karen to the collectors and Chris, the face of the immunization squad that remained in it, raised his anger and tried to stop the outrage, but they were occasionally scratched off with anger and the fervor of killing. The density of anger and the rather murderous intensity is too different than it was earlier.

"Let's exercise our strength!

"No! No matter how much you slaughter, you're water on a burning stone!

The crowd, united by a sword-drawn Chris barking, but willing to "hang," would execute a private sentence without shaking, even if dozens of people in the rear were slaughtered to death.

- In the end, there are only a few people who can be saved.

In that evidence, I could not feel the enthusiasm of risking my life to save the daughter of the culprit who scattered this evil plague all over the city in the face of the immunization squad. For them, the life given to them by Radek was fulfilled when the source of the infection was identified. There is no need to throw yourself out - the seed of the scourge in the first place - to save Marguerite.

I looked up. A long column had been erected on a wooden execution table like a speech stand, and Marguerite's neck was about to be sprinkled right now at the end of the stretched rope.

The collector did not know, and was penetrating into the crowd. It is a rigid force forged in battle with outlaws and many monsters. Start Russell by grabbing and pulling your opponent and screwing your body into the punch gap.

But the standing meat wall was stuck in a cucumber and I didn't easily try to accept the keeper.

Push, push. I pushed my body forward as hard as I could with this. Imagine a hard, heavy tank. Even Bill will be pushed down by a powerful infinite orbit.

Ooh, and I went forward with my face bright red with a rough exhalation. Lactic acid builds up as it swells to both shoulders. My head got heavy.

How do we get this far? Do I need to do it? What do you sweat for? What do you not like?

The collector couldn't forgive all the irrationality. I didn't care about Marguerite's fate and all the misfortunes that accompanied them, which were now about to be sacrificed again for unproductive anger, by spreading the disease to pieces with unscrupulous reason and tormenting my own family, tormenting the people of the city and making myself struggle that I didn't have to do.

Until you crush it with all your might. Sweat poured down and into my eyes. I looked up unexpectedly. The fever went up all at once. Doddly cheers boiled. Marguerite's body fell off the featherboard on the execution bench. Pinned ropes illuminated the red-burning pine lights.

"- It's too late, Yuranosuke!

The light ran windy at the same time as the collector was sure to bite his back teeth hard. A thousand pieces of rope can be cut off and the girl's body can disappear from the void.

"Now, come on!

Karen's voice ran as she broke the stiffness of the crowd. She shot through a rope she hung with an elphin bow she was good at. The collector slipped into Marguerite, a Minotaur girl who sat under the execution bench and coughed up when she demonstrated the idiotic power of the fire all the time here.

"Oh, you..."

"He's a passing summoning hero! I haven't solved anything!

A crowd interrupted by private sentencing reaches under the ledge as they zombie. I don't have time to hesitate anymore. When the collector pulled out the long sword black lion on his hips, he seldom took aim and swung. The men who had been slashed off their stretched arms, or dived into the platform as well, damaged parts of their bodies and let them sob miserably.

but that's only a matter of time, too. As it is, it is visible that all the frightened Marguerites are dragged out and hung. The girl hugged me over my shoulder trembling and hugging me.

"I will definitely help you. We're not going anywhere!

"Uh-huh."

That said, it was narrow under the execution bench. It is the height at which an adult cannot rise. The collector had no choice but to fight while sitting back with a long sword holding the crowd approaching from all sides.

"Chickshaw, you're a thousand hands like this!

However, the adhesive condition did not last as long as I thought. The crowd screamed at me when I thought the intense pressure that was looming to push me around swayed.

"Fire!

"Somebody set the fire!

Both men and women shouted out strange in their mouths. At the same time, the sharp sound of an arrow shooting from somewhere as if it were raining pimps wooded my ears. A pompous, thick arrow stabbed the back of a man who was crawling on all fours and his blood splashed. It's not a one-off thing Karen does. It was an organization. It was a collective attack.

I don't understand, but there was no other chance of escape than to put this time aside. As the collector pulled Marguerite's hand, he crawled out from under the ledge kicking the escaping man and woman.

"What the hell?

Not just the garrison in front of me, but all the buildings around me were starting to burn. There were intermittent rockets running into the middle of the crowd trying to escape us first by pushing each other.

If this happens, it's no longer a private sentence. I don't have time to say what. The collector stood staring at the wave of mobs that turned into chaos.

I accidentally felt the sword behind my back. When the collector spread his coat and covered Marguerite's body, he waved his long sword horizontally and put it in a different shadow of intent to kill.

Zun and the feeling of slapping off the sides heavily. Looking back, I saw there a heterogeneous man with a distinctly different fur colour than an ordinary man spraying blood bubbles and falling down, which was only giggling his eyes.

"Klund, Daijibu?

Holding Karen as she jumped her bow into one hand, she spoke to Todd, who followed behind it.

"Captain, could this be..."

"Master Klund, this place is surrounded by Godlums from all sides. Get out of here now!

"They went for this situation...!

Gather the completely irrational crowd in one place, seal off the narrow alley and stop it like a winding hunt at once.

Fire arrows in the beginning. Humans get nervous when they see fire, and headless groups occasionally transform into untouchable situations. It was the perfect situation to kill a large number of humans.

"Wait..."

Turn your gaze to a rough voice. There was the figure of a young man who had borrowed his shoulders from the immunization team and managed to find him in the armoury standing.

"... I'm an asshole in the bandit guild, Toseki. If you're going outside, tell the Adventurer Guild Master... something."

"Is Victoria not in the whole city?

When the collector dropped his long sword into his sheath, he rushed over to Toseki and peeked into his face and said, "Talk."

"I wasn't in the storeroom to steal from the fire. Lord Victoria asked me to explore the embezzlement of the officials..."

This is what Toseki talked about. He was continuing his investigation into a stockpile run-off from his predecessor, Castle General Orrail.

Since replacing Victoria, corrupt officials have been extensively revamped, but the excerpts for officials that had long been considered customary continued in detail without disappearing.

"Embezzlement goes on for a long time, and then the nerves get paralyzed and that becomes the norm. While the wounds from last year's battle couldn't heal, I can't believe the water would stare this way... Hehe, I'm gonna laugh.

Besides, Lord Nez, whose head is black this time, was too glamorous. They flushed the chemicals in the stockpile without leaving it at the Curtis Chamber of Commerce in the suburbs. Husband, you look good in the face of the immunization team. So, anyone. Give me this story upstairs...

Most of Okitorsin waits for the value to rise in the warehouse of the Curtis Chamber of Commerce outside the cordon line. As long as that... helps. Everyone helps......

Officials, they're trying to make me feel better. I can't believe you let drunkenness look like accidental death and kill me. Evidence has been obtained from the office…. With this, the rotten bastards can blow a bubble... "

"Okay. I'll take care of the rest."

"Shh, I'm sorry. If I'm okay, I'll go. This poison is very strong."

"Todd, and Karen. Things dispute for a moment. Somehow, I need you to cut through here and get to Central Square. I'm going outside the containment line with this paperwork."

"Mr. Klando. Jurisdiction is different from inside and outside. It wouldn't have been that hard when we got here, but it's been way too long since. It's probably stretched outside by the Stonehead Knights. For once, I thought it would be better if you came back with us and were sent a messenger via Radek..."

"You can't just ask and miss that much. Yeah."

There was a voice that broke into talking to Radek. When I turned my gaze, there was a line of people in grey robes equipped with swords and spears.

- Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen or something. That's a lot. I counted the killer reflexively lurking all around me. The fleeing crowd or the number of people laid down on all sides of the alley would be several times greater than that. The men had all stained their chests with an evil and extreme crest that followed the Kettle and the Female Serpent.

"I'm busy. Go away."

"No, it doesn't either. The paperwork you have should probably be connected to the people at the top of the castle as well. Such a precious thing should be able to make effective use of a lot of things. It's also a silo thing that I want so much for our church that I can get my hands out of my throat. I really want you to give it to me."

"Yes, I wouldn't give it to you. Stupid bastard."

"You have no choice. I, Bobal Boba, will bury you heretics by your immediate hand."

Bobal Boba has stuffed between Girizilli and Girizilli with a light strike in the palm of his hand of a heavy object embedded with a giant gilded stone at the tip of his cane.

- But Karen acted faster.

"Go, Klando!

She shot through Bobal Boba's right eye and screamed as she fired an arrow at an unstoppable speed in her eyes. When Bobal Boba roared in a thick voice, "Aww," he sounded ground and flipped it out of his head.

"Karen, I asked for Marguerite!

"I'll take care of it!

As the collector put Karen's bouncing twinthe winked with his right hand up in his sight, he jumped high, stepping on the belly of Bobal Boba, who fell and lay still.

Come on, chase him. Godlums. The treasurer lowered himself and ran even as he crawled through the ground with a fire arrow to be released. Each of the men with bows in the alley hunts to make sure the beasts see and hunt down the people who flee. Fire columns gushed into his head in his despicability.

As the collector quickly pulled out the long sword, he sharply slammed the blade, which still had blood paste, into the face of the man directly in front. The scream split my ear. The men fall in folds. The collector ran off without even looking behind him as he slammed down an arrow that could be fired upon as he removed his coat from his shoulder unscrupulously.

It sticks together perfectly. There will be no more than ten. The inversion was accidentally carried out while kicking the cobblestone. Was it an unexpected move of your imagination? The speed of the men I was chasing with my sword was dull.

The collector shook his long sword sharply to the left and right and immediately gave the two men a blood festival. He then intercepted a man who put up a spear and poked him in. When I grabbed the tip with my right hand, I grabbed Gui and pulled the weapon away. At the same time, he slashed and tore the man's flank deep with a long sword.

The man with his flank torn off is stuffy and rolling to the ground holding down his wet robe as he removes his weapon. He crouched down, picked up the man's sword, and threw it at the man who approached him late.

The man reflexively turned his sword diagonally in front of his body to defense. The collector slapped his long sword against the defenseless man's tibia and broke every bone.

Gyah! and a terrific disconnect sounded. Before the collectors could breathe, men came from the three sides to stretch out in abandonment. The collector swung his unobstructed sword.

Horizontally fractured the face of the man directly in front of him managed to roll away from the scene, but his right shoulder and stomach were shallowed and his vision stained bright white with pain. I poked sharply through the throat of the man who attacked me in a kneeling condition. Blood tides like waterfalls dot down on my face.

Without time to breathe, he quickly pulled out his sword and slammed it to the man who turned left without setting a goal. A hard metal noise rang. When I stood up in that gap, I held the black lion in both hands and broke the man into tangbamboo pieces.

The enemy had already been reduced to two. One swung his hand axe overhead and thrust like a bull. When the collector quickly got out in front of the man, he put a foot payment on him and let him fall. He slashed off his neck. Bushy, raw blood wet my half boots. The last one threw up his sword directly in front of him and put his sword into his galloping empty chest to finish.

"... go"

It's not necessarily that reinforcements won't come if you're knocking around. The collector made sure he had the paperwork on his chest and hurried as fast as possible down the night lane.

"Ha, shit. I don't know..."

Immortality Red repaired the shoulder and abdominal wounds as soon as it was activated, even if the collector was unconscious. All this doesn't mean you get used to it no matter how many fights you go through. Even if the wound heals, the paralyzing pain that comes directly to the brain won't go away sooner rather than later. He walks by pushing and killing a weak sound that is likely to spit out of his mouth, feeling a tingling pain in the back of his brain.

How long have you been fighting? The sky on the corner I looked up was turning to blue like water. Dawn is near. While this is happening, the ladies who are waiting for their return at the Mansion will be mindful.

Somehow I have to give this paperwork to Victoria, who's outside the blockade line, for medication convenience. Almost there. Almost there. On the other side of the dark mist, which is milky, there is a figure of a sturdy looking barricade created to separate the inside from the outside.

"You from the city! More than that, stay away. This is a warning!

A young man's rough voice struck his ear. And I don't talk about being told to back off. Whatever it is, we have to deliver this document.

"-Ma, wait. Look at this."

The rain of arrows poured before the collector took out the ring he had received from Victoire. It was a procedure that I had not fully anticipated.

The treasurer, struck by a storm of arrows running horizontally with a screaming sound, as if it were an unshielded place, could not help but frighten.

Out of the way. I heard the sound of beating the meat hard from all over my body. No way - I can't believe you're so wary of disease. As the collector fell behind his back, he put his finger on the arrow blade that stabbed him in the throat.

Oh, this is it. Completely throat-piercing. It's hard to speak out because something hard is holding onto it. I realized I couldn't move my right eye trying to blink. That's the first time I've ever known I was being shot through. Blood is lost so that life may flow out of the dock and the body. Speaking of which, I remember that it was the "bow" that killed the most people in the Warring States era, and the bitter laughter leaked.

- I grabbed it with my noodle-stretched palm. I made a noise and broke it. Then I struggled to pull out the arrow that stabbed me in the throat cheating.

But that was the limit. I just fell back on my back again. The lump of blood creeps up the trough and esophagus. "Beh," he momentously released from his lips as he sputtered a sword. I hear a rough noise that plays old records. That was my voice now.

"Shit..."

I can't stand on my ankles. Her knees and lumbar bones are shot out beautifully. I gave him my right hand to stand up, and he struck me out exactly. The collector still managed to roll over and look up in front of the wall where he stood when he lay low. The team flag that followed the Phoenix is full of temper. Insulting Phoenix Knights.

Surely you have a mission to protect the city. But that's the same for me. Even if this body decays, I have a responsibility to protect my family.

- Come on, stand up, collector.

- Stand up and yell at them, hand them the paperwork and kick their asses up. You can do as much as you like.

When the collector reached out his hands and grabbed the cold cobblestone on the ground, he focused his soul on the act of "standing", which seemed no longer possible, roaring from the bottom of his belly.

Hold your breath and watch the war. That's all I could do. Sizka was angry. The fierce battle was long and I didn't think it would ever end. Anyway, there were no longer only four people who could protect this large mansion: Dorothea, Liza, Loulou and Pordina.

The sky visible across the window was changing from blue and clear to dark blue. Sizka struggled to get her rough breath in order to attract her lower back sword as she put her hand on her hot forehead. I even feel heavily about the proud love knife that comes out without bitterness if it is always the case. Instinctively enlightened. In a body like this, in case the defense team is torn, it is impossible to be present.

On several occasions Loulou came to see how the battle station report was going to the room, but it has been interrupted for a long time. The mob population even feels like it's increasing over time, as opposed to decreasing numbers.

(The fact that I can't use my sword - I didn't know it was so scary)

Even if you look indoors, the situation will only follow a path of deterioration. Hilda, who was particularly terrible, once remained in a state of well-being, is now sleeping perfectly quietly. No, should I think I'm losing my mind?

(Either way, maybe, not so many people, it won't last...)

Sizka noticed something hot flowing through her cheeks and was stunned to find it to be a tear. What a pity. Now he says he's the only one who can fight when a mob breaks into something.

And then finally something that I was afraid of happened. A mob broke into the mansion. Sizka froze her blood after hearing a dota and a heavy shoe sound that obviously could not belong to a woman.

"Hehe, hehe. I finally found you, kitty."

Five or so men with their eyes running bloody held their thick barbaric knives in their hands, dissipating the lowly smell from all over their bodies and stepping in with mud shoes.

"Ko, of -"

If the mob broke into the mansion, the Dorotheas were defeated, or exhausted enough to no longer afford it.

Sizka managed to put her sword up and show it in a loose foothold, but she couldn't do anything while standing up and taking a few steps, and fell patsy as it was.

"What is it, my lady? I thought there was a lot left to live for, but you're dead."

"Let's just say. Other rolling women get sick and lie down. That's the best part."

"You can have the golden-eyed one later. Well, for now, I don't know, I'm gonna put up with this brunette."

"Ya, meh..."

The man grabbed my arm and rolled me over. Sizka burst into tears with a hot exhale. I wouldn't let these people touch the shadows if they were in perfect physical condition. It was not bearable for Sizka, who had strong self-esteem, to be the comforter of the obviously lowly people.

"Let it go. We're gonna die anyway. You gotta have fun right now. You're lying."

The voice of a man. It was somewhere in a cage of giving up, and it had some shriveled hue that didn't feel like a lot of strong desires such as enjoying the mausoleum.

"Brother y..."

"Ugh. Ugh. What the hell. Why do we have to look at each other like this..."

"Ugh... cum"

Sizka felt strong pity in the eyes of a man who was somewhere full of pain, while being held on the carpet.

"Wait"

A cool voice echoed Rin indoors filled with fever and cloudy air of disease.

It is Hilda. When she stood on a thin blanket with a face as white as paper, she began to sound and take off her monk's coat herself.

The men open with their mouths shut as they suddenly saw it as the act of Sister stripping off. There was no flame of lust in her eyes staring at her, who had lost her strong sense of war with a grumpy expression somewhere, revealing a cuteness that sees something precious.

A slight red rash is visible in the middle of the white, small but well-shaped chest. Even after subtracting them, spotless, clear, snowy skin is breathtaking.

"Stop attacking that person. Instead, I dedicate myself"

"Stupid...... Sister. What the hell do you get for doing that?"

I looked at Hilda with eyes like a man saw something blind. Each of the other thugs turns away from Hilda in an uncomfortable atmosphere somewhere. Inside, the colourful air no longer existed fine dust, creating an illusion that reminded me of some harmonious and clean diocese.

Exactly, Hilda was born of a prestigious nobleman. The work was clean and wasteless, and whenever the men's eyes gave rise to an awkward atmosphere, the air of the mischievous child being blamed, they began to place the weapon in their hands, not from anyone else, on the spot.

"Is it hard to do with your eyes open? Then let's do this."

Hilda's voice was harder to hear due to heat and cough, but its sanctity struck the human mind on the spot with transparency to an unusual extent. People say that when you fall on death, something goes down. When Sizka knelt naturally and on the spot, she stood against Sister, who emitted signs until divine.

"... I was scared. What should I have done?"

"Me too..."

"Me too..."

The men confessed orally as they endured, and Hilda fluttered but put her hands on the foreheads of the men, stroking them so that their mother could make them their beloved children.

"Let's pray. Prayer will surely lead to heaven."

Hilda just didn't blame the men for their stupidity. Surrounded by an unusual atmosphere, the room quietly returned. Eventually, everyone sits on the spot and begins to pray enthusiastically. After a while, even the Dorotheas who were fighting outside and the men who had done all that was ever evil and treacherous, gave up their weapons and thought of God.

It hasn't been very long. From the table, which was quiet, I could hear the rags and the carriage towing the luggage, which was getting louder with the dong. Sizka got up and finally stood up to the window.

"Look. I'm sure prayer will pass..."

Listening to Hilda's fluttering voice, Sizka accidentally bit off a whimper when she saw the cheerful figure of the keeper waving as he stood on the carriage.

A thousand and forty-nine years of Romless history, according to Silver Villago City Records, "the evil plague swept through the Lizzie district will be swept away by Lord Victoria's arms". The accompanying record reads as follows: "The Curtis Chamber of Commerce that committed the embezzlement, Tarkin, an old fashioner who sprayed his neck over the defect and his disease, shall be set on fire", and there is no other mention thereof.