Dungeon+Harem+Master

Glitter. Glitter and hope burn.

The collector held only one small crate he had managed to secure on an ashed carriage. Karen climbed upstairs to pull down the silent collector, but just squeeze both fists hard with eyes that seemed to cry with no mouth to the end. This is no one's fault. Therefore, self-blame swells.

You gotta be kidding me, this is how it turns out. When the collector opened the crate in his hand, it was time to pull out the ceramic bottle wrapped in the sawdust. Swinging on the lights. I can't rely on that lightly. I didn't even think I could crack things open when I took one of these home to my amateurs.

"Mr. Klando. In that amount, unfortunately, it's for one."

A man from the immunization squad sounded sorry from below. Telling the facts is a lot of courage. I felt sorry for myself, thinking I shouldn't let you worry, but I could only respond raw.

Is this the result of my efforts? If his words are true, the collector must choose someone to help him. It was Hilda, Artemisia, Rudge, Sizka, Lacey, and Hannah who were suffering when they left the mansion. One of the six. We must sort out those who save us. It means actively putting your life on the line. I felt my lungs shrink cuddly.

- No. Maybe the disease is already eroding everyone, and either way, we have to choose who we can save with this hand and who we can't.

The facts are even heavy. Something like starch builds up in my heart. Something like strong nausea crept up in front of me.

"Hey, Klando."

"Karen......"

A meticulous woman pulls her sleeve with a crying face on. As the collector carefully descends from the wreckage of the carriage that is likely to collapse, he walks over to the vaccination squad, which stands unattended in a foothold that would postpone the decision.

Doh, he got a fierce tackle around his hips. Though I'm relieved, I don't have a slightly broken ankle. but the little shadow that appeared out of the shadows was easily snatching away the little box that was in one hand to see what kind of secret technique he used.

- Blood freezes.

"Konno!

He threw and released the arrow Karen was holding faster than the collector could reach out to wait.

Hin, and his thin arm went like a whip and sounded the sky sharply.

It is rooting. When the arrow sharply shadowed him, he stabbed him in the ground and stopped the thief from moving, who had taken his medicine.

The immunization squad that was watching him faraway turned back to me hah, holding the thief down as he panicked with an oak stick in his hand. Use a pine light to reveal the identity of the thief.

"Chi, chi...!

The lights lit up a boy who was still old enough to be ten years old.

"This fucking mud, let go of the pills."

"That's who you are here."

"You want to be twisted, kid"

"Be, be."

The bird-faced men yell furiously as they hold the boy to the ground. but instead of being frightened, the boy gave his tongue and made him say no.

"This guy!"

"Please don't..."

When the man from the immunization squad tried to strike the boy, the collector was unknowingly stopping him.

What are you doing, I think? The bird faces are right. Just shut up and take the pills from this kid and send them to the mansion. That way at least one of us can help.

What the hell are you trying to pull out of this boy, collector? Did the boy feel anything from the eyes of the treasurer, or let him have a pitiful eye that changed his earlier petty attitude and begged him. I feel the pain like a cone plugged into my chest with Zukri. Don't ask. You don't have to ask, the other self barked somewhere.

"Hey, brother. This... it must be expensive medicine! I can cure my illness..."

"Then what is it?"

"Please. This is for oila, please. My mother is sick..."

So I wish I hadn't asked.

My chest hurts when I twitch. The boy doesn't even have a blood tide flowing from his thin arms with a scratched arrow, but he looks straight back at this one. The magical words that are good when it comes to the only weakness of the collector revealed an effect on the surface.

The illusion that the ground at your feet collapses and sinks into the Zubuzub and the mud becomes strong momentarily.

"The money will always be paid no matter how many years it takes. So give this medicine away!

So stop doing that. Boy's eyes. It was blue, reminiscent of a deep winter lake, difficult to describe like a prayer. One injury, said to have been an injury in a short life, came as one, but there was just no experience of trying to die yet.

But I knew better than anyone how deep weight it would put on my mind to lose something important.

In the back of my brain, the grin of my beloved women disappears from the next to the next. If you notice, the collector was holding a thick stick sticking out his right hand and tying the boy up.

Stop it, someone's screaming in my heart that it's just hypocrisy. What you're doing is such a terrible thing that even a saint turns his back, lies to his own soul.

"Do it. Take it"

That's all I finally said. The boy thanked him many times when his face was shaken, and he ran for a small run. Horrible and at the same time deep emptiness fills the body.

I felt Karen standing next to me moving, and for the first time, the collector learned to fear someone other than himself. I can't look her in the eye. I saw a pine flame seeping through at the edge of my sight. I found the men in the immunization squad staying without knowing what to do. Strength falls off my knees.

I dare you to take the curse. I don't know if what I did was really the right thing to do. Because if the special effects brought out of the stockpile are the last without a threshold, I won't be able to live anymore.

"What a face, already"

"Huh?"

Karen's voice was as powerful and bright as it had ever been expected.

"- I think that's fine. 'Cause that's the cland I've come to like."

There was no such thing as a natural smile. The collector felt forgiven for something and accidentally covered his face with one hand.

"Karen, I am."

"No! The sardines are ugly. A man has to take responsibility for his words. Besides, I'm not anxious at all. Until now, Klund has been a little difficult. I'll be fine next time. As long as I believe I am, Klund is invincible!

The truth is, even she must be anxious enough to cry out. Still believe in the decision of the collector, trying to move forward.

Oh, yeah. How about yourself, even though this guy believes it -!

It hasn't been decided that the pills are still there. Quick to give up. You shouldn't give up. Let's do what we can without leaving, squeeze all our wisdom, and do our duty in front of us one at a time. I'm sure they can stand it. Collector, what can you do now? Think about it. There must still be time given by heaven. I felt full of energy all over my body. If I were alone, I would have been frustrated somewhere. I grabbed Karen's thin, cold arm and pulled it in, mouthing it hard. When I gently let go of my face, my sparkling silver eyes were dancing shaken by scarce lights in the darkness. The collector asked in clear words that he would turn back to the man in the immunization squad.

"Hey, you there. You know how much lecopla disease is more or less life-threatening?

"Yeah, yeah. If you're an adult, two or three days..."

"Oh well. Then there's plenty of room for our guys. They're not tough."

"KLAND......!

Karen's eyes, which seemed to cry, opened wide in the middle. Yes. I have to protect these guys without leaving them. That's why we put an end to the confusion and create a situation where we can get medication as soon as possible. There must be countless things that can be done.

The flames of the fighting spirit burned red in the eyes of the shriveled treasurer. The flesh of the treasurer, who seemed to have dwindled by the tide, swelled with a noise of michi.

"Come on, let's go, Karen. I'll identify where the crunch occurs, and I'll find the medicine all the time. That's what a man's worth, isn't it?

The collector first made his way to the city's supply depot. I gambled on the possibility that there might still be piles left.

Do whatever you can. I don't give up hope on my own even if I give up the ashes. I didn't need to fix myself up, and there was no point in unnecessarily strengthening myself in front of Karen.

"Nothing... there's nothing left."

But the reality was truly heartless. There can be no way that an immunization squad that is superior to the discipline Radek ordered could have fallen out of hand in this situation.

The collector hand-searched the looted warehouse along with the Epidemic Squad crew, but the luggage that had been piled was scattered in a mess, just as dozens of manpower were no longer in such a condition that a star could be sighted overnight or there.

The word wolf fits. I guess the Godrums weren't the only ones who attacked this place. Multiplying the confusion with looting means. In the inhabitants of this world, it is a grand protest about the reign that caused things like this one with regard to the "public" that is constantly under tightening - something that should also be referred to as Yulu.

"I just couldn't light it, should I think it's better"

The collector looked up as he kicked up a crate that had collapsed in disorder.

"That's half what I could have predicted. Sir Klund. Leave the investigation here to us. I don't think my buddy has a clue...... If there are any drugs left, we'll get them to your mansion first."

A man from the immunization squad made an apologetic noise from under the bird surface.

"Sorry."

I don't need to fix it anymore. I didn't forget the countless patients I saw in the square, but putting my own family first as the honest feelings of the collector was something I couldn't help but think about.

"Oxotolcin", a special remedy for Lecopra's disease, now deserves ten thousand dollars, even for one piece. Seeing, Karen was crawling on all fours toward a crate rolling all over the warehouse, causing her to crack and snort like a dog. The long ears of the elf feature are tickling and moving forward and backward into small pieces.

Karen is a half elf. Let it not be as beastly subhuman as Pordina, the five senses are less overwhelming than ordinary humans.

"What's up, Karen? Did you find anything that bothered you?

"I don't know... I don't know, but I'm worried about something. There!"

"What?

Karen pointed to the shadow of material that was falling apart as she raised her tall voice and shook Twinthe. There is a noise of something moving. As the collector quickly rushed over and opened the box, there was a small young man moaning with a bright red face as he turned his eyes sandwiched by fallen supplies.

"Are you a thief?

Karen hid behind the treasurer's back as she slammed her face out.

"No, I don't know. Wait, lend me a lantern. He's got a bright red face. Maybe he's a patient. Be careful."

"... yeah. Probably not. Hey, Klando. This guy smells like alcohol."

When prompted to bring his nose closer, the breath of the young man who was lying on his back was certainly unique to the drunk mixed with the smell of strong alcohol and diarrhea.

"Am I right? Shit, this guy is so drunk in a situation like this. Easy bastard. Hey, wake up. What the hell was Omei doing here? Goddamn it, I'm gonna fall asleep."

"Out of the way. I'll try. Here. Wake up, you've had this drink, Ningen!

Karen kicks around the drunken stomach to the pinpoint with her toes. But the quietly asleep young man didn't feel any itching, and he stayed asleep feeling comfortable.

"Liar. I kicked as much as I wanted."

"Oh, come on, let's not do that because we're going to die. Even so, you're a much sturdy bastard. Well, what are we going to do?"

After conceiving for a while, the warehouse inspection was left to the men of the quarantine squad. The collectors first headed to the garrison where it was presumed that the disease would have spread first. There's something. There's a hint.

(If we can prove that the source of the development of Lecopla disease is not the work of Godrum, we should be spared these simultaneous incinerations... A congressman named Nantka would be a little calm if he could find some answers. I don't have any information, so people get anxious because I don't know all that well. At least, if we can identify the cause of the spread of the disease, we should also be able to strike measures. Yes, I'm sure it is. There are still humans living in this neighborhood who say goodbye. You're a seared squid, and I'm not in the mood to burn you because I caught you in the eye. It wouldn't be possible to be burned alive. There's got to be some other way. Shit, I can't think well. I'm sure there's still some way. Find it. But how do I twist that out? Where are we looking...! How do you find it, Shimen Zao!

I don't specialize in diseases. Besides, I'm tired. It's tougher than the crowd, but there's no way this could come up with a good idea if the contents of your head were boiled down like drizzly melted tomato soup.

In the first place, it would be near impossible even for a specialist medical practitioner, whether it is a state of completeness or how to stop an infectious disease.

- But we have to do something.

The collector can be a kakera. A hint to repel a disease that could also be called this evil epidemic did not descend on his head, or he wished heaven as he ran down a dark cobblestone path. A few of the squadrons come after the rest as cover. With both footsteps, the rubbing noise of the wheels sliding through the cobblestones echoed on the night lane.

"Why are you bringing such a drunk!

Karen screamed as she walked away together. The collector ordered the man from the quarantine squad to prepare his luggage, and he was accompanying him with a young man he had found earlier in the warehouse. It is a garrison on the way. This was an inquiry, but something is about to move ahead. I didn't think so.

"I'll interrogate you later! I don't know what this guy is.

When we reached the garrison, the place was also surrounded by a different atmosphere.

In addition to a festival-like crowd in spite of being late at night, what can only be seen on the stranglehold table in the middle of the hustle and bustle is set aside. As his soul was plucked by its ferocious presence, which soared in the middle of the roaring voice, the collector stood for a moment.

"Hey, what's this..."

"It doesn't seem like a pleasant festival."

People were raising their murderous voices pointlessly with a pine light in their hands. When the collectors stitched together the interrupted stories they had heard, the residents had decided that the epidemic was spreading to the city because of the soldiers.

The cause is great fear. Reasons that were muscular in such a frenzy make no sense. Scared by the fear of impending illness in a closed city, the inhabitants had to manage the raging entrance, this time only directed at wounded and sick soldiers who happened to be socially vulnerable.

In front of the entrance, the fixtures are stacked and a simple barricade is tensioned. Perhaps there is a cage of wounded and sick soldiers.

The residents use long sticks to slap tricks and barricades, but everyone seemed hesitant to go beyond the last line.

- There is a piece of reason in this population.

However, it was certain that we were approaching an extreme state where no one knew at what time the limits of patience would come. The timing of obtaining information on the pathways of infection for Lecopla disease is perhaps now the last chance.

On the other side of the barricade, the faces of the immunization squad, who worked jointly with soldiers and thoughts in the fight, seemed chilling. They are not left behind, but they are powerful, but they are not outnumbered?

The narrow road was folded with more than hundreds of inhabitants. If there were a riot, chaotic buildings and other things would be swallowed up in an instant.

"We can't even get close to the building like this. There's no choice, it's a forcible breakthrough."

"But how? Oh, hey!

The collector lifted lightly as he put his hands on Karen's narrow hips.

"Hey, what are you doing? Klund."

……

"Why are you shutting up?

The collector put Karen on top of the luggage that he pulled. Inside the platform, a man caught in the supply depot is still sleeping on his back. The face of the accompanying immunization team also stopped moving and watched the collector's actions.

"Here's what I'm gonna do. Ola, listen to me, you fools! What's on top of this is an extremely sick woman, you jerk!

"Stop. Eh!

The sawdust broke into a hunk of dwellers who were dense as they rattled their luggage.

The effect was outstanding.

The inhabitants, who were furiously losing me, also paved the way sassy, so that Moses would crack the sea with a scream when he heard the sailor's words.

When the men of the vaccination squad, who were often pokant, also realized the intentions of the collector, they quickly followed the rest.

He buzzed his luggage into the hurried barricade without leaving any residents at the entrance of the building.

"Hoy!

As the collector threw the man in the luggage car into the inside of the barricade, he went on to hold Karen aside and jump flirtatiously.

"Nah!

"Don't scream, tongue bite."

Jump over the barricade lightly. The treasurer landed magnificently in the midst of the wounded and sick soldiers who were stiff with sticks.

Karen, dressed as she was thrown off without jumping, poked more and more buttocks. "Uh-huh," he groans in tears at you for hitting the tailbone so hard. As the collector was paying off the dust on his coat, a man who had been there screamed sharply.

"Oh, you haha!

"Ahem?

A young boy with a short cut of golden hair looked at the collector's face and screamed. I feel like I met him somewhere, but the possessor's brain was often confused by the hard to remember nature of the bastard's face, which doesn't matter.

"I saw you somewhere"

"It's Chris! It's Chris Hartier from the state army! Don't forget, I won't forget you!

"That's what they said about being a faggot. Honestly, I'm in trouble. Mostly I don't have the brain resources to use for bastards. Sorry to hear that."

"Hey, hey...!

Chris, who climbed blood on his head as a result of the fierce fire, is beaten with his red eyes glitched, but his fist was lightly received and groaned by the captain of the immunization squad, who was holding back behind the collector.

"Then get out of my way!

"I will not tolerate any disrespectful imitation of this other person. I'm Todd Lucas, head of the City Epidemic Squad. From this point on, Lizzie District Soldier's Hospital came under the control of the Epidemic Squad. Will you follow our instructions, too?"

Todd poked Chris' nose tip as he removed the crest indicating his status from his chest. Chris is just a soldier and a civilian. Can't you defy authority, distort your face when you can pull your fist in as soon as you can?

"Nah, nah..."

Chris lowered his brow to eight letters regrettably when he bit his lower lip.

"So hot soldier on Hilda. Why don't you give us a little help?"

"I thought you remembered!

"And that's it for the joke. Seriously, I don't have time. If we don't find a story, we'll all be hammered in the hands of the good citizens outside."

"A story, what are you talking about? You, maybe you're being danced to unfounded rumors, just like the ones out there?

Chris grabbed his collar and shook his guts as he turned his face bright red. I want you to stop because I can take your neck.

"That's not an information dema or anything, I guess. Bad, Chris. Please, help me. Hilda suffers from the disease."

Chris changed his expression and nodded strongly as he stiffened his body.

"Okay. What am I supposed to do?

"I want you to think about it with me."

"I'll take care of it! Oh, my God, I'm a little impressed!

"It's your emotions around here. Handle it yourself. Don't hit it. I want a reason to convince the people who are making a scene."

"Reasons to convince? How do you calm them down? Are you going to sacrifice it properly? There are only so many people here who can help me with a serious patient that I can't move."

The collector glanced inside the room with a pine light. A sick man coughing while lying on his back in the bed of the military academy looks like a dying mole.

"Giving the soldiers to the residents and hanging them won't stop the uprising, will it? What we and everyone in the team want is where the disease is coming from. If we can capture masterminds intentionally spreading Lecopla's disease, we should be able to persuade them well. There will be no other way to stop us."

"Arre, huh? It sure sucks as it is. It will be only a matter of time before they run out of bees and set fire to the garrison..."

"You're not bad anywhere. You're here to see me and you're running late?

"It's a hit. Yesterday, when I hadn't been here to visit my men in a long time, I said I was over there, starting with Goho. The blockade line was laid before I could swallow the situation.

Klund, I don't know what you're thinking, but it's not tight at all. This is a nest of Lecopla's disease. Better not think I'll be spared from the disease.

Looks like you missed the point. I don't know if you're listening, but it's a hell of a lot of gas that the wounded and sick soldiers here sprayed the disease apart.

In the first place, the soldiers in the garrison never leave the Lizzie district, and they're not even close to going for a drink. I can't even buy a woman with the security deposit I get from the state, and even when it comes to hitting a buck, it's about the amount of Shomben money in my buddy.

There seems to be no doubt that Lecopla disease has broken out from here, but it can't be intentional......! They are the brave men who fought to defend their country even in such a body. I want you to understand that that place is a kitten. "

"I know. Neither did I bother to spread the infectious disease that they would destroy every city for no reason, in a way that would bury them all. This disease definitely came from outside... I want to identify that route of entry. Hey, Chris. You've been here for a while. Have you seen anything unusual lately? Yeah, whatever the soldiers standing there have noticed, I want you to tell me."

"No..."

"Nothing in particular."

The two soldiers who were listening sideways twisted their necks as they looked at each other. The collector scratched his head galloping and sinister as he was irritated by the curse of the inhabitants jumping from the outside in prosperity.

"Water or food...... If the soldiers can't get out to Locke, is there any other way for the disease to be brought in from outside the walls? I can't think of anything else. I'm pretty sure the disease definitely got out of here."

"Mr. Klando. Rivers and wells around here are already under investigation, but there were no signs of contamination with Lecopla disease. If so, there's one thing I can think of. I can only assume that the illness was mixed in with supplies and ingested from the mouths of the wounded and sick soldiers, but the interview said that didn't happen."

Todd, the epidemic captain, glanced at the eyes lurking behind the bird surface.

"The infection route is neither water nor food. I'm sure of that. I was also behaved here by the church sisters for tea, sweets, and rice, but it's not bad anywhere. I'm pimping. Then I wonder what the hell this is all about"

Chris is fisting his jaw tip tightly in a troubled manner. Mixed with confusion and agony, the side lit by a hint of light looked as if he was as old as a dozen at once.

"Who are the vendors delivering food to the garrison? Were there any suspicions?... Let's be frank now. This case involves the Godlam wicked. It's most natural that they're chewing one."

"Mr. Klando. I've been looking into that, too. This facility is under national jurisdiction and the supplier is only allowed locals with a clear identity. Radek was already alive, and all the people inside and outside the blockade held onto him and investigated him and found nothing suspicious."

"Then there's nothing more you can do about it!

"Hey, what are you in such a hurry about? It is true that illness is a matter of contention for a moment. You can't find anything you can find without calm."

"I don't have time for this!

"Huh."

"It's not just the riots of the residents. Councilman Hisbaba wants to burn down pathogens from city to city!

"... purify with fire. It's a simple but incomprehensible way. Wait, wait, wait. I'm guessing that story comes after we evacuate the residents of the blockade without leaving them behind."

"That's not true! I'm not going to miss one of you. Otherwise it makes no sense. Unless you find something, I'm gonna cook it all up!

"So, yeah, yeah, eh!

"Hey, Klando! I don't care, but if you want to do something, hurry up. Barricade, it's not going to happen again."

Karen screamed in a tall voice.

"Whoops! Absolutely!"

The collectors were talking at the entrance, but the inhabitants had thrown enough stones to grip them from next to next. I guess I can't find the spitting mouth of anger and anxiety. There is a lot of pressure around to kill like a fire. The lights that caught the garrison narrowed the siege and the bright red glow in his eyes was disturbed.

Finally, what I feared happened. The anger of the inhabitants did not subside only by throwing stones, but at last a lit pine light was thrown out over the barricade.

"Shit! Some parts of this garrison were made up of the service of nearby residents! This is what happens once things happen. What the hell was that about goodwill!

Chris ran into the room when he shouted in remorse, and when he brought a relatively brand new blanket to his sides, he sprinkled the water drawn on the bucket to smother and digest the burning fire everywhere.

"Husband, abuuuuu!

"Ugh, sorry. Eh?"

- Somewhere in the act was caught in the corner of the collector's head. I was delayed in noticing the stone crush thrown in because of it, but I escaped the difficulties thanks to the wounded and sick soldier who was right next door pulling me down from the sidelines.

"Sorry, thanks"

"Hehe, come on. I'm used to losing fights. Besides, the officials who don't abandon the oils and cage them are historical comrades..."

A simple man with a potato face rubbed one of his crushed eyes.

"Hey, can you ask for this place?

"Heh. That's okay, Cancer."

"Where are you going, Klando!

Ignoring Karen's words, the caveman entered the garrison.

- I knew it was what I thought. Gazing indoors at the lantern lights, the lined beds were used in a mixture of blankets like used rags and blankets that almost didn't matter if they were new.

"Chris! Not eating, but where the supplies have been delivered recently!

"Go straight. It's the most poking room! Wait a minute, what are you doing?"

I ran. I ran like a wind. When he reaches the room where the goods are loaded, he pulls the long sword out of his sheath and quickly slashes it with a rope that is tying it up. Make dodgy noises. They hit an avalanche and collapse. The collector crushed "Eurotier" when he diligently read the importer of the tag bracketed in the rope, and fisted and wiped the sweat that had transmitted his jaw.

Has it purchased in large quantities in preparation for the coming winter? Mixed with old clothes imported from other countries, "malice" was delivered to the city. The collector noticed Chris shrugging right behind him and said the word of confirmation without looking back.

"Do you know the name of the store that delivered this guy?