Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Well, anyway, please supervise him so he doesn't squander his precious living expenses"

Where to earlier mourning ground, Nellie looked at the collector with her openly suspicious eyes, sticking her rich breasts forward and entrusting everything to Victoire with her hands on her hips.

"Uhm. I'll take care of it. I don't want you to refuse to waste the material by redeeming it properly."

Victoire makes his nose rough while carrying cloth bags wrapped in herbs and ore, including the expensive Momoirohiuchi Button Dake, obtained on this adventure. The collector laughed at him with a rough look as he put his nose on.

"Make people like locudenasi, hey"

"Hey."

The collector and Hilda tilted their necks amicably as they looked at each other, hey.

Nelly's eyes. Suddenly it narrowed to cold. Hilda's expression. The fright floated thickly.

"... you will never be accompanied to the material exchange."

"Oh, my God! I still have it. It's great."

"Uh, yes, yes. You're great. It's great, so think about the cost of living for everyone."

"Oh no. Whatever Hilda is, I'm the head of the family! You have the right to see how it works!

"Hey! Mr. Klund. Don't hub me naturally."

"Ha. So he says he's plotting it so that the Lord doesn't have to bother with such a trivial thing. Don't you see the heart of a healthy wife?"

"Okay! I'll give you Hilda. You can cook it if you want!

"Hey, Mr. Hilda would definitely like to accompany you."

Nelly glanced sharply at Hilda as she pressed her head. Neither Hilda, who obsesses with money until it is unusual, gives way to a single step. In her case, there was a sadness that could not be dissociated from the tender idea of getting a little spill.

"Bye, Pordina, please. This is for Klund in the long run, too."

"The act of restraining your husband cannot be done even if the heavens and the earth are turned upside down"

Pordina's tail pokes horizontally with a pin out of her ass.

It's not so easy to be flexible. Okay, something like that.

"Ha. Well, the order of the evening, I'll take your place. Just that gambling addiction, please.

"Be mindful."

As Pordina twisted and flipped, she spread her hands toward the frightened Hilda.

"Ginny! Ghosts tear the two of us apart. Ugh!

"Hilda!? Hilder!!"

The samurai lawn of the samurai is also muddled. Pordina deluded herself as she moved hard left and right with agile footwork, hunting Hilda down against the wall. It is a hunter's move of skill.

"Where are you grabbing it!

"Stop wasting your resistance"

"Ku. To a beautiful girl, money and strength are hard."

"Symbolism is a precursor to mental illness."

Nelly whistled pippily and lightly, causing Hilda's figure to be restrained by Pordina.

Regardless, the fear here was that the dangerous people in the clan would give me the materials collected in the dungeon because of the distress.

"Why not! You know, I've endured in a tight, dirty, frightening dungeon, too, to live and get back on the ground and compete for one - there is! Especially when it comes to obtaining mushrooms, I should have the right - Turn it off and give me my share. Wealth grabbing and gathering. Capitalists distribute pay equally to workers."

"How dare, well, this girl go from next to next. Pordina, take it to the mansion one foot away. Mary, Victoire, Artemisia. As soon as you cash that in, knock it out of the city bank. Don't show any mercy."

"Haha. In the meantime, I'll do my best."

Meriandale responded with a bitter smile.

"Let him gamble! The wheels, the tanks are calling me!!

Hilda bursts into a jitter with half a wail, but before Pordina's rigidity the baby was as well. A ranger job girl walking around punches her butt in a fierce freak.

"Should we put him in a correctional facility now?"

I sighed as Lacey watched Hilda frenzy.

"The Church had it all together."

Artemisia holds her helmet aside when she takes it off, messing with the branch hair of her hair that has become a habit.

"... In the meantime, I'll leave the redemption to the Victoires, and we'll go back to the mansion first. Nelly, you were on duty. What do we do?"

"I'll get up in the morning and prepare a banquet seat. Besides, everyone and the kids are waiting with their necks long. Bye, Klando. I'm going home, so I'll go with this. You mustn't lay your hands on things you don't understand. I believe you."

"Oh. I'll take care of it."

The treasurer slapped his chest with his fist and showed his ni and white teeth all the time.

I still couldn't wipe Nelly's worries.

"Well. Shall I go home, too?"

When Nellie filed an early exit declaration with her immediate supervisor, Goldman, she called in her partner, Annessa, who didn't hate working overtime, to take over and promptly returned home. The muddy Rudges said they would bathe in the city's public baths before returning home alone. I quickly handled in my head the settlement of the loot the collectors had brought home, loosed by a less comfortable riding carriage.

(About one hundred and fifty Momoirohiuchi Button Dake. Even if they buy it, seven and a half million is stiff. The other herbs and ores, even if they are small in quantity, will add up, maybe, to about 300,000...)

Conveniently, you'll get eight million p (pounds) of big money. In Japanese yen, it is about 80 million yen. Nellie couldn't help but put her face down, not to say she was dirty to gold.

Of course, it's not that I want to be extravagant with that money. Nelly is a young daughter.

Quite appetizing, but in fact, given the problem household, it wasn't so insensitive or thoughtless that it could be used unplanned.

We were pleased to be able to turn to clutter such as the maintenance and repair of previously ill-maintained mansions, the pruning of garden trees, the updating of incomplete conditioning, etc.

In the size of the mansion, there is something called character since then. In particular, the minimal physique had to be repaired in view of the fact that most of the wives owned by former nobles and married by the collectors belonged to upper class human beings.

Thinking about this, right now, it's almost non-negotiable, but if even a child is born, it doesn't mean he'll live with an unfamiliar face.

It is also natural for relatives and acquaintances to stop by the mansion. In doing so, being seen in the midst of a miserable house is a very intolerable disgrace, and will defile the name of the treasurer, who is the Lord in pulling.

Unlike everyday words and deeds, some Nellies, who have been educated from an early age to stand in the hall, are impregnated with such feudalist ideas to the bone marrow.

To this ethic, which is also equal to flesh, for them, who are also religiously bound, it was more absolute than contemporary people would have imagined.

(I can't shame Klund)

Nelly herself came out of the prestigious Blackburn Chamber of Commerce, one of the leading salt merchants in the region.

Hating her pressed fiancée, she breathed when she was self-reliant, and although she popped up just like running away from home, her mother and younger brothers constantly worried about Nelly, who had gone to the local city, and kept writing to her. In that respect, the connection had not disappeared. Now, when I entered the mansion, I was liturgically visited by a messenger of celebration from my parents. Though the relatives didn't show their faces as one.

Also, this time, by virtue of his marriage at the behest of Uncle Andrew, my father seems to be hardening his attitude. My real father hates great nobility. It is also a natural consequence that if he became a man who has risen to strength, he would hate the presence of a serpent scorpion just to pay for something. Also, the problem is that my real father mistakenly thinks of the collector as the leading family of Uncle Andrew. I can't help it. It is inconceivable that a great nobleman, even in the Wang capital, who enters five fingers, will make a man of the same nature as Gorotsuki to marry his daughter. In this regard, Nellie also, in fact, assumed that it was a good idea to refer to the collector. He would be a former leading fallen nobleman from Wang Du. Nellie also had a weakness that she fell in love with in a way, although she was both a keeper and a keeper to marry without telling Locke about herself. The young daughter, if she likes it, seems to have a flower garden in her head. Besides, it is also a mystery when it comes to mystery that the collector also had the unique human power to captivate so many beautiful women.

Although the relationship between a person and another person has strange powers that even the person does not understand.

Back to Nelly's real father.

Apparently, he's publicly stated everywhere that he won't come to see you when he dies.

but to be honest, he still cared about his only daughter's marriage. Nor can we deny the possibility that my father, who has a creed for his lightness, will come on board singly from afar, calling it a business trip.

At that time, it was painful to see the miserable.

It's not the only exterior that's needed for that. Elf children. That's the problem.

(Those kids are getting bigger and bigger too. Even the clothes, including at least the change, wore some pretty things for you. It doesn't matter how much money you have...)

Thirty-two Elf children alone who are picking it up and raising it. Just feeding this was pretty good.

They are also wonderfully selfish and well-listened children because they have been sneaking around from adults for so long. Sometimes, I played a prank that wasn't stylish, but if I scolded him, I had the honesty to reflect from the bottom of my heart.

It doesn't matter how much money you have if you think about raising all of these, putting them outside, educating them without shame, and even marginalising them into the right house.

It took more than just hard work, but also rooted readiness, to make students learn, teach them a minimum of courtesy and acquire a certain amount of knowledge.

That's all Nelly was prepared for.

That was also the definitive temperature difference from the manageable leisure corps, including the collector.

- This would have been a problem after that.

"You know, you managed to follow me while I was thinking"

Nelly walked out of the parking lot for a while and crept through the mansion gate.

Seeing, in the grass near the entrance, there were about three children playing. They rush to roll over laughing and cling to their legs as they find Nelly to aim for. There was cuteness like a well-connected puppy.

Holding each one up, it smells like sweet milk fluttering.

This was no longer a cuteness that could not help stirring up maternal instincts.

Even though I didn't give birth with a stomachache, I can't help it all.

All, it was an elf tribe, but my emotions had shifted so much that I didn't care about race differences or anything.

"Welcome back."

"Welcome back."

"Nelly. Nelly. I'm out of work today."

"I'm home, guys. I hope you've been a good girl today."

As they broke their knees and glanced at each other, the children were gleaming their crisp, lingering eyes.

Because of my long life alone, this kind of greeting makes my chest hot with Gene.

"Today, Klund is back. So, no more work."

"KLAND......!

The children's emotions exploded as soon as they heard the name.

It's like I've got a hive on me. I'm ecstatic.

In this house, the presence of the treasurer was extraordinary.

It seems crazy to throw the dolls and sticks in his hands.

As the children rushed into the mansion as a result of the disease, the madness immediately spread throughout the mansion.

"Cland is back!

"It was too late! Where!! Where are you?

When even the women, including Sizka, lost their degrees and jumped out to the front door, the packing finally stopped.

Nellie painstakingly told him that he would return late and suggested that a celebratory seat be set up, each one of them took up the support of the feast. The Rudges returned en route to prepare a banquet seat to celebrate their safe return home.

While I'm doing this, sometimes it's just an instant.

The sun set abundantly and began dyeing the earth with dull orange residual light.

(Weird. By the guild's cash changeover shop, even if I had finished lunch and had a hot tub somewhere, I'd be back too late......)

When Nelly left the kitchen to Pordina, she went outside to see what was going on. By the way, Sizka has disappeared a long time ago. I'm sure he couldn't wait to go out and look for the city.

Run through the front door through the cobblestone aisle. Coming to the side of the gatepost, I saw a four-headed carriage driving up soot and smoke across the farscape. The blackish silhouette gradually clarifies its contour as it is loosened by the residual light of a reddish sunset.

"Damn, I thought something was up. No more."

A familiar man rode himself out and waved firmly through the windows of a carriage approaching him, sounding the ground. He is an undisputed collector. Nellie was deprived of her soul by the unusual nature of the carriage looming at tremendous speed when she exhaled for a long time.

(Isn't this the Slapenil species of military horses......!

He is a fat horse with a magnificent body. Two heads as white as snow and two heads as black as darkness boasted an overwhelming beauty of what they saw. It is a famous horse that even a sleek nobleman cannot hold quickly. Besides, those pulling cars were extravagant with extremely beautiful black paint and delicate decorations.

Nelly rarely greeted you in front of her work pattern, the Red Brick Office of the Adventurers' Union (Guild), but she has only counted that she has seen such a golden first-rate car.

"This is a carriage made by Modena, right? of the great nobles."

And he that took the reins of the horse was an old husband of sixty too good things. The man has turned a nostalgic smile as he quickly took off the hat he was wearing.

"Yea! Off course!!

As Nellie was being distracted, a collector flinched out the carriage window before tarrapping through the descent exit.

"Sir. Such a descent would be dangerous."

"Sir?

Nelly frowned, feeling mildly uncomfortable with the person's words.

"Fair enough, I mean fine! Oh, my God!

"You know what? I told you not to waste so much. Well, I know you want to reach your purpose and float, but don't you have to bother chartering these luxury cars to get home? How much did you do? Fifty grand, no. About seventy grand?

"Non non. Seven hundred."

"Oh, that would be a lie. I can't believe such a fancy carriage can be rented for only seven hundred pounds..."

"Yeah, it's seven hundred. Seven million!

"Huh..."

"Seven million pounds. No, I made a good purchase for cheap!!

The collector smiled nicely and chewed. Nelly remembered the illusion that the heavens and the earth had rapidly turned upside down, poking her hand at the gatepost right next to her. Seven million P (pounds sterling) is about 70 million Japanese yen. Even barebackers and big merchants say it's a hesitant price to decide to buy in just a few moments.

(Huh? But that's because the sale of the material was over 800. Yeah, but with all this famous horse included, seven million is a broken price. So, but wait. Without saying no to that price thing, without any consultation, it's like I'm going to use up spa wanting to buy radishes in 800 stores... Repair of the mansion, future storage, etc. Er...... Ah! This is probably a joke, isn't it? 'Cause this time, I'm gonna go all the way to Victoire and Artemisia as your sponsor. Yes, it is! The two at heart!!

"Victoire, Artemisia! This is really a joke -!?"

"Look, look, the White Star. This is your home from today on. Be a good boy."

"Um. That's my Black Dragon of choice. From now on, let's get the Romless God's teachings straight with us on our chests. Ha, don't lick me."

"What are you doing, you guys - ugh!!

There was the loose smile of Victoire and Artemisia, caressing the nose of the horses satisfactorily.

"Duh, what's going on? Nelly. Something's wrong with my White Star."

It takes a bite, Nelly. As Victoire stuck, he took a few steps back.

"I'm not delighted to give it a weird name on my own -! Oh my, you stupid maid!!

Nellie was screaming with a surprising amount of voice herself. Hatefully, the women in front of us don't even show as much agitation as hairs. The thickness of the gallbladder was still unusual.

"Um. Victoire. After all, Nellie wanted to make a name for herself. Ha. I must have seen it at a glance and figured out how good this horse is. Besides, I thought the White Horse would be a little too cheap."

Even Artemisia nods with her face when she translates.

"Huh. I don't want Al to tell me that. You know, the Black Dragon because it's black. I'm sorry, but I think there are a hundred horses with that name in the Knights of the King's Capital."

Victoire pointing his lips.

"Haha. What about the Black King? Artemisia, I think you look great."

When did you get here, Hannah comes in the couch on her own.

"I think I'd like a pine breeze. They're going to trample the Miscellaneous Fish Enemy in an automatic fashion. What do you say?"

"Don't split the story on your own!! Oh, what the hell is this! Explain. Explain, you grain crushers!!

Here comes the excuse for the collector.

In short, he really wanted a "car," which is also a privileged class status, as the last closing he got well with a woman, a mansion.

"Believe me, I can't believe my husband who sent me away is coming home in a super luxury carriage with a dogged hammer in the mouth of a commercial merchant... No more, really, I can't. I think I'll go home. I thought I'd go home."

Nellie dropped her shoulders with both knees poked at the spot with her screw.

Somehow, I had a bad feeling when I was late.

However, to this point in the middle, the disappointment was not half.

The man in front of him, in a fierce hurry, begins to get enthusiastic about getting in his mood.

Looking at it, oh, but I guess I end up forgiving myself, and I felt rather sorry for myself for not being able to hate myself no matter what.

"Wow! Wait, wait. Seriously, I'm sorry, seriously. But listen. And listen to me."

The collector preached rolling and Nelly on his knees.

This is where Victoire and the others circle around Nelly and line up as they water the doorboards for the usefulness of the carriage. As a final conclusion, in the form of being half-brained, Nelly had to admit to purchasing a carriage.

Finish your dinner.

The collector left the Dorotheas still drinking, to take a bath alone, and headed to the bathroom. I feel relaxed about the house for a long time and my footsteps are at stake.

The bath of the princess mansion is an open-air place that was specially ordered.

The time is, if you don't wait for spring yet and let it cool down a little, it's time for the chills and the white ones to dance.

"It's hard to take a hot bath in these cold weather. Hey, Kura."

The collector cursorily took off his clothes at the stripper, and as he was about to jump into the hot water, he heard a faint voice from the water hall of the rock moat and stopped moving.

(What is it? You got a lead? Um, I did finish my mesh first with Mary and Karen, and Rudge. Um, I wonder who else)

My head turning as well as alcohol rusts the motion more than usual.

- All right, here, let me surprise you with one thing. With the flow on the spot, you can flush your body well. Hehe.

The collector, hiding himself in the bright white hot air, circled behind the rock bed he was doing otherwise. Exactly, the wind blows and cools a little, but it was just about right for a body lit by alcohol.

"- So. After all, you pulled the Klanders' legs around! Pity!"

"Yes, I have no words to open."

And he lifted his neck, and gazed at the steam, and there was Karen, who scolded the kneeling Loulou by the fierce fire.

"Not only can't you swim, dude. It's not like I've been grabbed by Klando the whole time and the water field has been walking. I'm flattered - then it wasn't! You must know best how dangerous it is for a warrior to always be able to seal his arms! I was made a fool of by that dog in a full seat! Step Elf's face is crushed! How the hell do you think I'm supposed to face everyone ahead of me? Hey, why don't you come on in? Come on, come on!!

(Hiya. I guess he's been in a hell of a place, me)

Karen had a kinky voice, connecting Loulou. Apparently, I have witnessed a scene where Loulou is being disciplined by Karen, the main muscle.

Usually they seem to get along like sisters, but their blood muscles and subordination have historical differences.

Especially when it comes to this exploration, Loulou couldn't deny that he was quite a foot puller, either.

Perhaps not only Pordina, but some others, reported to Karen quite exaggerated how they were getting together on Loulou's feet when the collectors were taking their seats off. He seems to have forgotten, but Karen is the princess of the Rocco Rocco tribe, and Loulou is just its samurai style.

Perhaps just because the collectors didn't notice, there was a lot of grudging between women, etc.

Happiness or unhappiness, this time only by what happens to have been witnessed by the collectors, that fact has come to light.

On a daily basis, there is a nervously "kull" thing to see an older sisterly woman in a position who does not break her calm and sedentary look, who is still going to cry out with a blue look.

(There's no way I'm going to stick my neck in a woman's story. What to do)

The collector is emotionally willing to defend Loulou and do it. She has gone ahead and done the dirty work herself and worked for me without any stupidity, as it is natural.

Even this time, he broke my heart more than anyone else in shady directions such as perimeter vigilance, early discovery of enemies and exploration of terrain in places without water fields.

but right now, if you leave here and overtly cover Louloulou, Karen and other women will never retaliate in a place out of the sight of the collector. It seems shady, but that is the unculturalized law that upholds order within the group of women.

"Uh, yes, yes. That's it. That's it. Karen, that's all you have to do to abuse Lou."

"Liza. I'm sorry, but you don't talk about this one. This is about the Rocco people."

"Small, small. In the first place, blaming Loulou for his loss here and now will not improve anything. More than that, what is the problem now with the Lizzas looking ahead to their adventures? What should I get right? I think it's about figuring out how we can stop everyone from pulling their legs."

"Damn, to the habit of Liza......!

(Bad, Karen. Right now, I feel like Liza is much more like a princess than you are.)

"Mama Lisa."

"So if that's it, you've got about one of the ideas!

"It's nothing. Karen doesn't think about it. Look, do you want me to surrender before you pee? To this wise way of doing things, Liza!

"I don't know. Something annoys me Ugh!! I'm going to go to Liza's!! Just say the idea or something. Whoa!! Funny, kick it down, kick it down, kick it down."

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. which tyrant)

"An idea is always a simple izvest. I mean, I just need Loulou to be able to swim. This solves everything! Fine. Fine. It is."

Well, why did you call us?

"Mm-hmm. Starting today, I'm going to practice swimming here. By the next adventure, Liza will be able to swim like a fish in a rinse."

"You know what? You don't think I thought about that? Loulou hates water so much that even though there is a hot spring because of it, it never soaks up and can only cleanse his body with a towel with a puddle of water. That's not true, but I can think of something stupid! That I tried so hard that I couldn't!

Buh, buh, buh! Liza, please!

"So! Anyway, you white cunt. Yeah. Heh, heh. But not Lisa, who rides such a cheap provocation. Sa, Loulou. Stand up, stand up. From now on, Liza will train you to become a super swimmer in the elf world."

"Huh? Oh, that's a rejection."

"I can't."

"Well, for now, we're both going to get dressed as war witches prepared by Liza."

"Hey, are you serious about that? Well, since this is a bathroom, you don't have to wear it like that..."

"Karen's side."

"Yes! Hey, huh? Why? Why, I just got hit!?

"This war-witch outfit is a noble one by the teachings of the Espera God, which is conveyed from the moment when he dares to drain his vanity in order to place his mind on the constant battlefield. Whatever opens your mouth to criticize Liza for her special offer."

"What? Me, me bad? Uh, sorry."

"Look, I'll get dressed when I know."

"Ugh. I'm not convinced at all, and this looks like it's just a porn bikini..."

(But get dressed properly. Well, that swimsuit area, it's more pornographic than naked. Even so, it's nice, Liza. You know exactly how I feel. Kukuku)

"Well, I changed my clothes, Dozen."

"You just have to remember it on the ground! Sa, Loulou. Cammon Babe"

"Uh, no, I don't."

……

……

As the collector watched, Karen and Liza silently slammed Louloulou into the hot tub, forcing him to hold his head and count the numbers.

Loulou stood up for a while with me, and eventually broke out with strength and stared at the two of them to protest.

"Buha! What are you doing?"

The two did not respond, and when they pinched back and forth, they raised their arms silently trying to hold them back again.

To this, Loulou also couldn't hide his fright and made his face cushy.

"Say something. Hey, whoa!

"Because, you know, there's nothing you can do if you don't do this!

"It's love! It's the love of the Lizzas! For starters, it's important to get used to water, so be patient!

(Hmmm. This is nothing but bullying...)

Nevertheless, it would also be a limit to lurking any further on this occasion. The collector never leapt to the washroom when he shook his body as small as a wet dog. There is nothing particularly profound about it. Because it was cold and unbearable.

"Cland!?

"How long have you been there!

"Mr. Klund..."

"Ugh. Well, well. Don't worry about me. Sabu, Sabu. Hey, Lisa, come here."

"Crando. 'Cause it's cold. My body is like ice!

When the collector jumps into the hot tub, he calls Liza and lets her pull on her body to get warm. Liza exclaimed in surprise, like a very cold cut of the meat of the possessor.

"Whoa, I'm not leaving you. Meat Futon Meat Futon"

"Oh, it's cold. It's cold. Let go!

"Oh, my God."

"... Hey, Klando. Where were you looking?

"You just started torturing Louloulou."

"Don't torture me! I mean, that's where it comes from. Haha, ma'am, well, that's fine. That's good! What, that's where you peek. At the entrance, I would have kept a sticker stating that Klund should not go in!

"I can't read."

"Knock, knock. Uh, speaking of, here's the thing. Heh, heh. Ma, it's nothing, and I'm busy training Loulou, so I can't help you, but if this is a good place to be, you just have to slow down!

"Oh, you don't have to say it. You're going to slow down. And, Loulou."

"Ha, ha. Mr. Klund."

"Because you don't have to"

Loulou lay down his face like he was hurt. He regrets how much he pulled his leg, even if Karen didn't reprimand him. She was a healthy woman.

"I don't need to be impotent about swimming like a fish all of a sudden, but I just need to get used to it. Humans, there's as much you can do that you're not comfortable with, and even if you can't overcome it, there's as much you can do. Karen and Liza, look at this guy in the long run. I'm begging you..."

Karen and Liza looked at each other with an awkward face and made their lips a letter to.

After all, he didn't like the fact that the collector had Loulou's shoulder, but seeing a man bowing his head, both his husband and the master of the family, he probably felt he couldn't even do it underneath. I showed disapproval and dissatisfaction. Women's minds are complicated.

"Heh, heh. Well, there's nothing I wouldn't even think about for you if you said that much. I'm totally tolerant."

"Liza, well, we're gonna work together a lot."

"Master Karen, Master Liza, Master Klund. Thank you. Me, good luck."

"Get used to it."

Then there was the fruit of the training, which allowed Loulou to negotiate without being frightened, even if he could not swim, but with a river of a little depth. Human beings are creatures that can grow.