Dungeon+Harem+Master

The receptionist's morning begins with sunrise. Nelly, the wife and professional lady of Shimen Collector, is engaged in labor in the Adventurer's Guild. Including the apprenticeship period would be seven years.

Among the unions that are said to be relatively fast spinning, it is arguably quite ancient. It would be a day when she is with her husband, a collector, but she wakes up at five o'clock in the morning at a set time almost every day, unless she is ill.

Since becoming a wife, leaving the union dormitory and moving to the mansion, something called commuting time has arisen, but since there is a private carriage, it is not as if there is no liberty.

When I finish washing my face, makeup and getting better, the clock is already pointing to six o'clock. I can use fire even in my own room, so I make my own breakfast. The ingredients have no problem because every morning fresh meat, eggs, and vegetables arrive from the farmer under contract. Sometimes I go to buy out what I'm missing. When you're not diving into a dungeon, there's basically too much manpower.

Half of the week or more, I rarely have breakfast with my family because I'm out early. Nelly was a pretty good young lady, even though she was born a merchant, but she can do most of the work because she lives alone for a long time.

If the collector is awake, he will take the morning meal with him, but he will not be forced to wake him otherwise. Nelly liked to see the zodiac sleeping face. When I'm done, I go to work. The kids wake up early, so about half of them face to face. I will go and kiss you, and I will order Santos the man to go to the city.

"Morning Santos. Today, please."

"Hey, ma'am. Much better today."

When Santos, full of wrinkles, put Xcel down, he ran the horse with a familiar hand. Although it is a carriage of such high value that the eyeballs pop up, it is still superbly comfortable to ride. There is no time to sleep, and the red brick arrives at the office of the conspicuous union.

Essentially, Nelly's General Affairs Division has limited staff. There are only four receptionists: Nellie, Desideria, Eugenie and Annessa. Anessa, in particular, is in an auxiliary position, so thinking about it would mean that there are essentially three of us spinning it.

All of them are so facetious that they say they're taking them with their faces, and Nelly secretly thinks "heh, I'm the best" nonetheless. They're all teenagers younger than Nelly. The receptionist leaves her job as soon as she is seen by a well-dressed adventurer, so there is no one to spend three years and when.

Nelly herself had no intention of quitting her current job, especially because she was married. By the way, when the Nellies are off work, the men's staff will represent the receptionist, so they are often stared at with resentment by the adventurers at that time.

(Ma, it's not the one I know)

Reception work is diverse. Many people beg to see them every day, as the union's offices also have about a few heavy-duty towns of the aristocratic class who serve concurrently in the municipality. Nelly checks appointments to sort visitors, and troublesome people sometimes throw round to her boss, Goldman.

Essentially, I am always busy when it comes to busy because people come and go so often that it is unusual, but the busiest time is in the morning, just like the doctor.

"Welcome, Adventurer Guild Silver Villago HQ. What can I do for you today?"

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Tower A, room two hundred and two, climb the stairs to your right. Follow the attendant's instructions."

"The meeting ticket will be here. Please include your address, contractor, name and tag number. Here will be a sample. If you don't know, don't hesitate to ask."

"Here, we have four copies. To make a mistake, press the union correction stamp here, so please, just give it to us."

"Sir, there is a missing entry here. I'm afraid you'll have to fill it in again."

Smile Smile Smile. It is a storm of making smiles. Work starts at eight o'clock, but Nelly's zero service yen smile only lasts about an hour. When we look at the important visitor response of the start dash, it looks like a nocturnal aspect.

"Chief, I'm going to take a seat."

"Again? I'm in trouble, Nelly. Uh-huh. When I stand at this hour, the adventurer will stare at me.

Goldman, his immediate boss, says every cry as he glows his bald head.

Yeah, you know what? My concentration is short.

The customer base changes from about 9: 00 a.m. It changes, so I breathe a little. Especially since adventurers have a lot of assholes, they drain a lot of health.

There are also several cafes in the union offices where you can eat and drink. Nelly here, standing and drinking, teas lightly. Some sweet tea contracts, but not a very long place to stay. When I have eyes inside me, I don't relax, so when I want to spend a long time, I generally decide to go to the "Night Sparrow Pavilion” across the street from my office. There is a pretty good chance that the collector will be out here, so it will be when we meet. And the collector is hanging on to the "Night Sparrow Pavilion” female salary, so he stabs and plays with the ticks and nails.

(Says I should work for you)

When I moisten my throat, I go back to reception. Now the adventurer's job has begun. They are more or less the same as children. Good thing you don't get the procedure in Wagamama, it explodes your emotions when. Nelly deals with them in a familiar way.

Good offices for offensive requests.

Dungeon offensive points.

Administrative procedures.

Life insurance solicitation.

Sometimes, I even get a love problem consultation. And, more or less, I give pretty tossed advice and kill my spare time.

It's lunch time. Nelly doesn't eat that much. When alone, even less. For the most part, make sure you get out of the reception room. There is about a lot of salad, tea and dessert in the bread food. In the meantime, adventurers come to the reception like mountains but ignore them. Make him wait. Make him wait like a merciless queen. When the reception table gets noisy, "Shit. Shut up," etc., while I go in to cut lunch and deal with it. At this time, my attitude will be less than amazing at all times.

After about 2 pm, it calms me down a lot. The basic receptionist can't leave the receptionist, so he thinks "I'm bored" and makes his legs bluff out of sight or man-watching and waits for time to pass.

"Nelly, kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. If you're free, I was wondering if you could help me with some clerical work."

Goldman, the section chief, begs with a blue face from the office behind him, but ignores.

"Mon."

"Please, it's not over. Whoa."

"Mon."

"Now we're working overtime. Oh."

"I'm the receptionist."

Ho ho, and laughing elegantly, Goldman drops his shoulder and returns to the room with Tobotobo.

Quite some free time. In the meantime, a few or so adventurers emerge who come to speak with dignity. I'll take care of it properly. but something came to mind and said, "Oh, oh, come with me. Eh. I'm going to get rid of my wife and son if it's for you." There's a screwed out kick mark, so I'll call the guard to deal with it. Nellie is forced to reaffirm her beauty once a day, but for some reason there are many inferior and lowest level men who stop by her well. Even adventurers, young, normally male boys, etc. are only as moist and worldly as they are. I'm a little dissatisfied.

"I'm here today! It's today because I'm going to let Alexei see me!

Coming.

An asshole came even though I didn't call anyone.

Nellie turned a blind eye when she saw a new breed of troubled lady here, who was pushing me to the office day after day and making a scene telling me to let out Alexei, one of Wu Yingjie.

To Berry Short, the female knight with the drop earrings to her right ear named Castella Castelmanho, a member of the Knights of the Phoenix.

"Anyway, until I see Alexei in Etria, I'll have sunflowers for days."

This woman named Castella has been waiting for Alexei here lately, not for a day and going to the office, but Alexei, who has heard rumors of the wind, is no longer close to here at all, so she never encounters it either.

- Nothing, I'm on my own to come to the office, but I'd like you to stop eating at adventurers all over the place lol.

This lady knight named Castella was selling fights from one end to the other to adventurers who were waiting for Alexei to do it and wander around there. No, the person, as the Knights of the Phoenix, is just careful of her identity, demeanor, and language, but she was quite tongue-in-cheek in the way she cautioned, not to mention a lot of unilateral decisions, and was framed to make a duel noise if she did.

"Bad walking"

Because,

"What's a big man wearing that shitty clothes?"

Because,

"Aren't you really ashamed of eating alcohol during the day? I'm gonna work you back up."

But it was already full of wildness that I just thought was coming to the bargain sale to fight.

"Mr. Castella, may I have a word?"

"Oh, my God, Miss Nelly. I always take care of you. [M] Anything at all."

"Um, it's really hard. Relax, you can listen."

"Oh, anything"

"Don't come any more"

"... why?

"Annoying"

Castella sweated sloppily, but wiped her forehead without changing her expression, she nodded small.

"There's a reason for this. Will you listen to me?"

"Oh, my opinion is cancer ignored?

"Actually, there's something important about Alexei in Etria."

"Ha."

Castella mozzled when she put her hands together in the lower back area.

- Ha ha, this is a little bit, a little bit.

Nelly is an old woman and naturally loves other people's gossip. There's only one thing about the Knights of the Phoenix knights blushing in their way of life, purposefully by name, and as if there's no connection to a man. Nellie waited for Castella's next words, however intimate the atmosphere might be when she made a serious face.

"Come on, say it. Because I have a tough career."

"To that man I gave my most precious thing!

"Huh? That."

"Well, there's a lot going on, duel with that guy. So, that's the big part, you know."

Castella That's it, when I turned my face bright red like it caught fire, I covered it up sassy with both hands.

- Aha, that was actually happening. That's right, Mr. Alexei.

Nelly grinned with a good smile.

"So, that's why. At this time, I'm trying to get you to put on some bullshit. I've never been with a man before. If I tell my father about this, he really wants me to bring him home. Everything goes from there."

Castella said that far with her face hidden, shaking her hips left and right all the time.

Speaking of which, to the best of Nelly's knowledge, I have heard that the Castelmanho family, Castella's home, is a militant military lineage of considerable stature, even for the Romeless, and that private soldiers alone provide for about a thousand people at all times. On top of that, Alexei is already married, so I'm not interested in how this is going to happen. I wouldn't be surprised if this had anything to do with me.

"Um, Mr. Castella. I know Alexei's address. Shall I tell you?"

"That's not true!

"Why? Oh, protection of that personal information, in that sense?

Adventurers often buy resentment from various people, so the guild code assumes that it is unacceptable to divulge basic, personal information. Nellie wondered if Castella thought it would be better not to do such a sidebar tear, even if it was about her, because of her tough personality.

"No. Just that. If I let the wind say I ran into you at the guild, I'd say okay. Yeah, think."

- Castella mojo is cute.

Nelly felt the pleasure of trembling when she thought she would eventually hit the big wall of reality that she could poke at.

"Um, it doesn't work. Good luck. I'm here for you."

"Oh well. Uh-huh. Yeah. Miss Nelly is a good one. Be sure to attend the reception."

"Yeah, yeah. It's, it's already"

One thing, I had fun. You can't live a human without this much fun.

Castella returns just a little satisfied. I'll come back tomorrow anyway.

While doing so, a wave came to the reception. It's a big twist, the adventurers.

"Hey, Nelly. You look beautiful today. I'm not going to eat."

"Unfortunately, I'm going to have dinner with my family."

"Mr. Nelly, Mr. Nelly. You can't take down a four-story hobgoblin. Oh."

"Give up."

"Nellie. You are as beautiful as a rose whenever you see it. But roses are meant to be broken."

"Haha. This isn't a hospital."

"I haven't been feeling well lately. The offense didn't work either."

"It's life insurance for that time. Even after death, your family is at ease. Let's go in, we'll be right in, we'll be right in."

"I can sell information."

"Boy, welcome home."

When the waves swept well, now it was time for a snack. For a long time, when I'm dealing with Azumi, my shoulders just rub. Nelly left the office and headed to the "Night Sparrow Pavilion” across the street, peppering her shoulders. At the entrance stood only about two guards wearing armed armor, but when he saw Nelly, he immediately broke up and came closer. Hey, what's up with the guard?

"Nelly, it's time for a break. Always good luck."

"That's for each other. It's tough for each other every day."

"If we don't have a job, we'd like to hang out for a drink. It's always a shame."

"Ugh. I'll come plug it in later."

"Really? Seriously? Yay!"

All of the guards were guild officials, saying that a face like a square crab was more Roberto, and an elongated horse surface was Askis. Sleepy Roberto is turning his face bright red while quickly talking about a topic he doesn't care about. Askis, who has a small mouth count, also talks to Nelly about losing.

I don't know. I don't care man, I can't possibly feel bad about being thistled. After being appropriately decorated, they both looked like children who were taken up candy balls when they largely cut off the topic and walked away early enough. Here, I'm still the queen.

Upon arrival at the cafe, in the back seat overlooking the street, order the usual menu. If you look up at the sky, the sun is high and it's such a waste to be indoors.

Under a tree by the sidewalk, a less hairy red dog rests with his tongue stretched out sloppily. I wonder if it was a child of a neighborhood merchant, about three of them gathered together and clung to the red dog. Hi, they're giving you leftovers.

When the red dog flattened them by showing them his exuberant appetite, he shouted at me with a face that made the king give forgiveness to his subordinate.

Nelly had a little bit of hot tea as she grabbed the grilled sweets she had been transported. Strong and distinctive aroma spreads all over the mouth. Eating something sweet temporarily feels like the gin and brain are paralyzed and tiredness disappears.

Nellie searches for branched hair as she jerks off her hair for a long time. In the meantime, a few young men have asked me if I could sit with them, but I politely refuse. It was quite aesthetically shaped, but spending a small break with the man I met was a bit of a whim.

As I spooned the bottom of the cup, I noticed my nails stretched. Exactly. I can take care of it with dignity at the reception.

While we were doing that, time passed.

Nelly glanced at the store wall clock and left the store with her heavy hips up. Passing the snacks they had bought at the cafe to the two guards, they just waved their tails like a dog and welcomed them. Heh heh, love, no.

Well, we're almost out of work. But the adventurers come to the reception with Zorro so much about where they hid so much.

A beginner-centered clan came with about five people. Nelly told him to teach only basic precautions concisely and to enrich his protective equipment and tools more than weapons if he could afford them.

The boys in the clan will still look unusual and be about mid teens. It was terrible, so I could deduce that he was from far south than here. The survival rate of adventurers constantly diving into the dungeons is extremely low. It's just the five of us, and it's hard to see them again in the kind of kids that have hair on their farmers. For once, I recommended taking out life insurance, but I had a troubled face that I couldn't afford to go that far with my best to pay the union subscription fee.

Even low-level monsters often die lightly, as well as skilled adventurers if they are surrounded by accidents. Especially in the invisible darkness, killing each other with monsters with a life force incomparable to that of mankind is itself close to Bachchi. In this sense, the presence of a collector who has dived several times in a solo and returned with a flat face is a rarity.

Nellie will keep a log of the number of visitors she has today while doing her fine paperwork and handling the reception. I do this every day, but I need to know how many people are visiting me in a day. If it's too much, they're talking about increasing the number of people at the reception, but to Nelly's knowledge, the receptionists have never been both of them since we got in. It's a pointless record, so I'd like to stop, but once I altered the appropriate numbers and reported them, I found out brilliantly and gave you a small novel. I get suspicious that someone is watching over me.

"Nelly. If you're free, this paperwork..."

"I won't do it"

Cut the bassari. Goldman is rolling, blurring his face. To be honest, the clerical work he turns is out of contract. I felt so sorry for him that I couldn't help it.

"To the best of my ability."

"Wow, wow. Helpful."

I raised my pity with my bald face about to cry out. Goldman seems to still have a young daughter-in-law. Well, it's kind of a lovely face, so it's not strange at all, either.

Nellie is often indulged in paperwork, while the reception is hands-on. At this time of night, I want to cut up my work and make a return trip, so I say, "Don't come any more!" I'd like to, but that's not quite how it works.

Receptionists exchange small amounts but also gold, so you have to be sure that there are no leaks. Some officials are not fools who have trouble with money and get their hands on office money letters, and use quite a bit of nerve because it's not funny to be suspected of a small amount of copper coins.

"Chiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu," he said. End. "

"It's early. You always help."

"Can't you get rid of this much by yourself, Chief? If you can't, declare it on top to increase your personnel."

"No, that's, like, a little difficult. Haha, you know what I mean. Hey......?

"I have no idea. Now that the work itself is over, I'm going home."

When he glanced at her, Goldman was annoyed. He's pretty good at handling affairs, but he doesn't rely on it to get more. It is also unfortunate to be able to do anything. Take over the night shift and leave the office behind. It's spring, so it's still bright outside.

"I made it easy for you to wait. Get in, ma'am."

"Thanks"

The adventurers in front of the office look tremendous as they board the carriage that Santos, the companion, has driven.

Yeah. Right. Yes, it is. This seven-million P (pound) Modena carriage can only be ridden by kingdom aristocrats and big merchants, and is over-specified for a single guild employee.

Nellie reported that she was married, of course, to unions and bosses, but there is a verse where her husband is somehow mistaken for being one of Silver Villago's leading big merchants.

(Ma, because it's very hard to confess that the truth is arr. But let's leave it to mistake)

Nellie had an enviable look on her back and was just a little proud of her face, leaving the office behind.