Dungeon+Harem+Master

In the meantime, Liza and Dorothea were already home when they moved to the apartment with Karen.

"This is just it. You pissed me off, too. All right, you guys sit there. I'll preach."

"Klund, Nihon's words don't make sense to these."

Victoire rushed right into it.

"Wow. It's a mess. A mess. I don't know, I'm gonna have to penalize you."

"My face is inferior. Hmm. Anyway, I know you're going to make some grumpy demands on this, but it doesn't make much sense to these guys. Rather, um. It's the opposite."

"Mm-hmm. But I'll preach for now."

The collector sat Lisa, Karen, and Dorothea on the carpet to preach the path of men in a cordial manner, without a relationship where the words could not make sense.

Been a while since we started. I could afford to bite the yawn to death around Liza, but as the front seat prolongs, the same complexion gradually gets worse.

"Hey. Why don't you just leave it like this?

"Nha. There's still something I don't like about these guys. Keep going."

The attitude of the front seat works quite well for the people who live in the chairs every day. Karen screams if only with tears in her eyes, but the collector did not allow her to untie her front seat with a gloomy grin on the edge of her mouth.

"Dorothea is reflecting. Tell him it's time to forgive me."

"Yikes. Not yet. The carnival has just begun."

The treasurer rests his butt firmly on the bed, his sadism-stained face, staring at the three elf daughters who endure the agony as Niyanya.

"Hey, there's something wrong with Liza."

"... I actually noticed"

Liza is stuffy as she dyes her cheeks red and pop, rubbing her own legs and legs together. He obviously looked like he was getting sexual pleasure. The brown skin also has an oddly slutty atmosphere with some increase in color. I could see Karen sitting next to me twitching and distancing with her eyes like she was looking at a toilet bug that she had trampled on.

"Better not do it anymore"

"Stop."

The collector flushed the matter down into the water this time, somewhere surrounded by voidness.

The elf daughters, who had been paralyzed by too much front seating, were rolling and groaning uniformly. Pordina intermittently follows their legs at the tip of the statute as if they were bugs.

As I stared at the state of it, the belly worm of the treasurer sounded "GOGGOO" in a grand manner.

"No, you haven't had lunch yet."

I don't care. It sounds terrific.

"Leave me alone."

"I want to, mountains, but I can't ignore it at this close range."

He said while closing the lid of a pet bottle with tea like Victoire was exhausted.

"What. Because it's only here, it's still noon, but can we do it in a pot?"

"Pot, huh? I hope so. Where do you source ingredients? Isn't the city over by now?

Victoire's questioning was perfectly natural as an interworlder. The current time was a little short of 2: 30 after noon, and Romless was a little halfway to buying ingredients at a time like this. Fish, meat and vegetables, those with good freshness and cheap, can be arranged early in the morning.

Now, it was also a natural question for Victoire, who was intensively doing the mansion's chores.

"You can buy as much as you like in this country when you like for twenty-four hours. If only I had the money. So I'm going to have to go buy some out. And I need to carry my baggage. Oh, no. You guys are not punished at all."

Karen, Liza and Dorothea raise their hands first as the collector passes his sleeve through his jacket.

"I'm going with Pordina for a minute. Vee. Don't let them out of here even if they're dead. It's hard to find."

"Well, I don't mind that..."

Victoire is distracted by the fact that he sticks his forefingers against each other at the tip of his chest.

(Not again, Knight Tundele, who pretends to want to go. but I need you to leave a message this time. I'm tired of the elf search network.)

"I'll never take you with me."

"Well, I hope we don't have to go that far. First of all, I want to go with you, and so on."

The collector was about to go down in the sun as he was hanging out with Victoire, so he closed the door and left before she finished talking about it all.

Now, it was Maxbalu, about five minutes' walk from the apartment, that the collector headed for.

This large supermarket expands to the depression of Japan as a whole, and it was also a favorite spot where the collectors use it for a little while because it is normally open for twenty-four hours.

"This way, Pordina"

The collector walked into the store looking open and pulling the hand of his kemono daughter, who was upside down on her tail. Pordina was pounding her mouth like a goldfish in a goldfish bowl demanding oxygen under barometric pressure at the overwhelming and violent amount of things, things, and things arranged narrowly in the shop.

"Hehe, what do you say? The richness of our country... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The collector received a respectful glance as Pordina dazzled him, lightly intoxicated. Even though the luxury of this man and the store has nothing to do with a milligram.

"All right. Well, let's go shopping and drain them. Follow me."

Pordina snorted around and pressed her cart as she nodded after the collector.

(Pots are best on cold days like this. Yeah. Shall I make it a cheap, delicious bird pot today? Then the necessary ingredients……)

The collector put the goose leg meat and the flesh tummies, grilled tofu with spring onions, cabbage, maitake, shiitake, and spring chrysanthemum in a pom pom cage when grabbed unmade.

"Yes, yes. These days, it's easy for Dashi to sell the whole thing."

Don't forget to buy the ingredients in the pack, buy beer, liqueur, oolong tea, soft drinks and more on the cart as well.

The Zodiac likes to gather people and cheerfully make noise. Drinking alcohol with fellow citizens is exceptional, especially on cold days.

"Your stomach likes wine for some reason. Do you want to buy these guys? And then we'll buy some wine, shochu, and whiskey. Mm-hmm. Glad you brought Pordina. I couldn't possibly hold it alone for a second."

Even as he thus goes around the grocery store in the store, Pordina is severely shocked by the vast array of goods displayed neatly and the attendant housewifely curiosity that makes her rarely stop her feet everywhere and turn her gaze to cluttered products.

From earlier on she was swinging her tail from left to right at different speeds. Perhaps he said, "I can't believe there's so much going on!" But you think.

A giant supermarket is probably like an amusement park for Pordina.

"At this rate, you're not bored leaving me here for three or four days all day."

Pordina blushed her cheeks and said something when she felt the zodiac's gaze. I could probably deduce that I was admonished and strongly frightened of myself floating sometime. Before accounting, the collector took another slow look around the store and finally went back to the apartment.

"Lunch is kind of early for dinner. Look, if you think you can have a long drink from here, on the contrary, you're lucky."

When the collectors left the cooking to the ladies, they first stripped the blanket of the snails to make the place. There's air conditioning in the house, and when you're done eating the pan, you just have to pull a futon there and sleep from the drunk.

The meat and vegetables were cut apart and taken into bowls, and the earthen pot was spread over a cassette stove and dinner finally began.

"Well, it's been a long time since Japan, and we're all safe, Kampei appropriately!

"... I don't know one thing about it for now, okay?"

Victoire is bumping into each other, but all the collectors listened. As far as Dorothea was concerned, he said he could drink alcohol, and by the time he was unusual, the tension had increased.

I poured a cold beer on the kink all at once. The collector stood up and laughed lavishly as he rang his throat and drank it all at once.

"Ha. Shit, it's gonna be good! Great beer to drink in a warm place!

"Sure. Delicious."

When I see Victoire quietly agreeing, my cheeks stick down. The collector bought himself a pot service and stewed each chicken in a bowl, baked tofu and leeks.

"So, there's a pot of meat with seven flavors and a pot of vinegar on it - or something. Ugh! Why don't you come over and have a beer and I won't feel like doing anything anymore! Beep!"

The banquet gradually heats up as the collector jokes and squeezes on Liza or touches Dorothea's chest.

"Hey. Why don't we just be quieter? It would be ample here."

"Uh-huh. Drink up, too. Look, I also bought you a bottle of wine that a high-profile lady might like, right?

"Ugh, drink, but"

Victoire fell easily.

Of course, there was too much noise after this and complaints came from both neighbors and downstairs, but the collector settled them together with a special iron claw.

New Year's Day at dawn. By the time the sun is far past and the world begins to forget the mood of New Year and encourage labor. Look at the credit card withdrawals. The collector was roaring yeah.

"Was there a problem?"

Victoire, wearing a white blouse and border skirt, sat down on a chair at his desk and placed an ivory teacup.

"Kim, I've spent too much on my condition..."

It's the end of the year, or something. It's New Year's Eve, or something. The collector was long past his wings on New Year's Eve when he was not alone, wasting no savings, and the amount left in the balance was such that it was likely to melt in thirty minutes once he hit the slot.

"What. Is the money gone? Don't make a big man fuss about that much. Totally."

"Um. Oh, my God, most of my savings turned out to be your luxury."

The treasurer reaches out and tries to touch Victoire's stomach, but he is slapped down on the palm of his hand.

"Hih. I don't hesitate to touch people's bellies. Sketchy. Perverted. You shameless bastard."

"Yes, yes. Don't kick it! But it must be true."

"... is that so bad?

The collector sighed and dropped his shoulders, sighing at Karen and Liza as they solidified and relaxed on the bed, Dorothea stretching her neck out of the cottage for what it was, and Pordina washing in the sink in turn.

"I'll do something about it. About your share of food support. I don't care."

The collector began working part-time in daily civil engineering from that day on. He was not bitter because he used to fund his military to work hard all the time when he didn't have the money and play in places he wasn't handsome, but still only got a little over 10,000 a day at best.

The person did so by splitting it up to the point that "you'll be able to return to the Romless one of these days," but the depression accumulated day after day that nothing could be done because it was just to be fed, and I'm not a person in this world.

Especially on cold days like cutting himself, under dark cloudy weather where little snow glistened. Not one of the collectors, he truly devotedly crushed his bones to labor.

Victoire is a woman of a personality whose emotions are originally deeply pleasing. I guess she was pretty strong where she thinks, just watching the zodiac everyday in the mansion, not even laying down the vertical one. And finally, the limit came into her.

"Welcome very much - I'm doing so much. All of you. Surprised."

One evening. As the collectors returned to the apartment after a strenuous job, the ladies all had a surprisingly narrow front door seat with the expression they came up with.

"Kland.Is there anything we can do?"

"... no. We talked about that. Anglais are the only people in this country who hire foreign women with no family registration or passport. I'm not as worthless as selling Temehe's wife."

"But it's painful to let all the klands work......! This is everyone's idea. Besides selling your body, something, dirty work is fine. Is there any job we can do that is cheap and people don't like? I... want to help you."

The collector looked back at Victoire's resolute eyes as he stood up at a dim doorway, exhaling into both fists where his military hands had been removed and he had gone cold.

"If that's the case, it's not like there's anything there."

A few weeks have passed since that day. The collector raised his face from the comic as he lay asleep in bed dropping his eyes, rubbing his mustache. Moving his gaze to the wall clock was past two o'clock in the middle of the night.

"Oh. Is it that time already? It's time to pick you up."

Weaving a dokajan on a rubber saggy cut sweatshirt, he wore a black knit and got into a white wagon car that was kept in the apartment parking lot.

It was doomed cheap because it had already travelled over 100,000 kilometers. Parking in the city is ridiculously expensive, but the collectors no longer have to worry about them.

"Thanks to all of you for this."

Then whisk the key holder with a strap that simulates the animal in the palm of your hand. It's all a hobby of the women. They showed their habit of decorating the room as soon as the small money came in, but it goes without saying that the cramped room became even more breathless.

It's late February night. Under a cold sky where little snow seemed to glitch, the Zao ran his wagon toward the downtown area.

He came in trying to force a trail that seemed to scratch the side, and fastened it in front of a snack that was giving a cheap sign called "Subaru". Burn the hazard and go outside. The keeper shrugs his neck in the stabbing cold.

"I can't even drink without retrieving these guys."

The butterflies of the night, who stood in a dim store when they opened the doors that looked cheaper, let their faces shine when they saw the keeper.

"Oh, the treasurer. Welcome every day."

Subaru's mom, wearing sixty years old thick makeup, calls out her liquor-baked voice.

"Whoa. It's against the law to let you work to this hour at all."

"Forced to ask for it. That's good. Not so bad..."

Subaru's mom sighed like she was exhausted as she drifted the fat powder.

"My mom's right. You're being too rude."

Victoire in a cabaret dress with a white coat woven from across came close to his reddish cheeks.

"That's what happened. You're moving towards the noble task of sending me back and forth."

The collector gently reached up to Victoire's ass as he caught a glass and pushed the cheerful elves together, but he was smashed on the brink.

"This store is untouchable. You did, Mom."

"That sort of thing. When you get home, make yourself comfortable with Victoire and the others."

"Do that. Huh!

"Ouch. Why did you just hit me?

I guess I got my hands on the blindfold. When Pordina, who was waiting next to the collector, broke in between the two, she stripped out her dog teeth and barked, "Ugh."

"Oh, my goodness. Bullshit?"

"Ooh. There's nothing particularly wrong with that. You tried to protect me, okay, okay."

The collector gently stroked Pordina's head, speaking in Japanese in Katakoto.

Yes. It's not like the "not without" hands of the collectors, that was to blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

This snack (Subaru) was a shopping destination for collectors, and it was when they were still running their own businesses, almost like they had been left behind since time immemorial.

Naturally, Victoire and the rest of the cast are paid on a daily basis, but the hourly rate at the convenience store is not comparable to "good..."

My mom said that I have no problem with some eye spills because I hold the steeple above the local Life Safety Division.

"Pol is delightful"

"Mm-hmm. But I didn't know we could talk this far for half a month or so. Excellent."

"Por is adored by the shoppers. Karen and Dorothea seem a little lit up and haven't spoken Japanese yet."

Subaru's mom was right, and Pordina was mastering Japanese at an incredible rate by conversing with the drunk quite aggressively. It is almost an astonishing absorption if you look from the collectors who relied on the language translation ability of the seal of the contract.

"Mm-hmm. That's about it. Big titted elves aren't sloppy. Sinking course tonight."

The collector looked at Dorothea lying on his back on the couch and wearing an ibiki. She is quite a swallower and won't refuse the liquor recommended by her guests. Therefore, it was likely that it was crumbling at a rate of every three days.

"Dorothea helps me sell, even if I can't talk at all."

Subaru's mom said Dorothea, who prefers dresses that almost expose her frivolous breasts, was becoming the number one popular lady in this store.

And by comparison, even beauties naturally turn a blind eye to Victoire, who can't be too adored.

"Is there something you're complaining about me?

"Yes, no. Nothing."

Unlike others, she is sometimes masterful of Japanese, and the reaction from her Eastern European favourite drunk was not good. Pordina and Dorothea make a lot of chips, but it became clear that Victoire naturally kept the man away from the cold of his distinguished appearance.

"Klund, you don't have to feed a poorly earned pelican. So I suggest you go sip the ramen tonight with your luxury."

"You're too familiar..."

The collector was already so tired of Liza's remarkable language skills that he lost his temper to clattering. Liza, whose retarded character was anchored somewhere by this somewhat idiotic behavior, wore almost perfect Japanese in just about three weeks.

According to Liza, the original species Dark Elf itself was multilingual, good at manipulating a wide variety of languages, and "rather good at…" at mastering basic novel languages.

As a result of the collector's observation of Liza, she was speaking from one end to the other to everyone anyway.

The peculiar characteristic nature of Liza with brown skin close to black on the face of Eastern European descent. That and the loving qualities that are difficult to describe in the words were remarkably large parts that were also instrumental in lifting the alertness from the first person I met.

By using more words, repeating them like parrots with intense curiosity, and that's what repeatedly put them in his mouth, Liza almost mastered Japanese with magical speed.

"Hmm? Klund. Was there something strange about Lisa's words? Let me know if I'm wrong. Fix it more and more."

"No, if we could just talk about it, it would almost change the intonation with the raw Japanese. If I only heard your voice, I wouldn't know any more."

"I'll give you my compliments. I'm delighted."

"Liza, you've been watching too many times because you're free."

The collector was surrounded by a strange sense of relief as he watched his daughters from different worlds bickering amicably at the Wygaya Gaya late night store.

(Sorry. Just because I'm impudent. But honestly, it's sooo easy chin)

The collectors also initially had some hesitation about dropping their women into the women of the night, the grey zone, but Snack (Subaru) did not focus on such a full porn opening, but rather mediated them after bitterness because it was a place for neighborhood shopkeepers, students and regular salariers to come and drink.

People call this a hippo, but at this point the keeper consciously refused to recognize himself as a scumbag.

(Human beings have the right materials. I'm sorry. I won't waste your money. I will definitely take and show you the Nakayama Memorial in February......!

The collector clutches his gripping smartphone in his pocket with enthusiasm, but it goes without saying that he was already jogless evolving into the lowest garbage scumbag who wasn't ashamed to put it out anywhere fine.

"Clandestine. Clandestine. Take good care!

"It's no use. My illusion is something that shows us the fantasies we want to see in person. They gradually build their lives in the unseen world and ensure their success. No one can escape the paradise he has created. I'm sure we've reached a point where dust and dust can't even be expected to return to this world."

Loulou the Elf continued to inspire the Founding Fathers to stay awake while they fell asleep and did every bit of motion.

Yadkari Sage was swinging left and right on the spot to dance fluffy as he slowly opened and closed countless eyes spread across his twisted body.

"You!"

That's why you don't punish me, Elf.

Loulou never throws a dagger at him, but he was bounced and bitten hard by an invisible defensive wall around the Yadkari Sage.

"It's an elf. More than sixty hours have passed intermittently since you came back here. [M] I put in dozens of small pauses, except for small ones, about twice. If it's time to take a long break, there can be death. As far as I'm concerned, I suggest you get some sleep."

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. - Huh! I guess Kisama is using strange techniques to trap the Krands and princesses."

"Look, my hips are fluttering. I can't even fix my gaze well. It is unlikely that they will respond to your inquiry. No, they might as well stay asleep and finish raw. Think of the harsh situation ahead."

Loulou bowed his head to kneel and rub his forehead on the spot as he struck his fist hard on the ground with regret.

"Please......! Tell me how to wake the Krands. Please... I don't care what happens to this person... because I will take on any pain"

"The answer is non,. Unfortunately, this is not the way for me to help a tried challenger. If this is just an adventurer, we can't erase and send back memories in the thirty layers, just like adventurers who have ever unintentionally stepped in, but we're not allowed to (...) be brave."

"... Mr. Klund is invincible and magnificent. There's no way you can lose this illusion."

Loulou took off his jacket as he relaxed the collector's jacket, exposing his upper body to nudity.

"What are you gonna do?"

"It's Rocco Rocco's secret. With my soul, I will help you out of the ghost world."

Loulou waved his dagger to the cross without hesitation when he showed his white belly, causing the red blood tide to release more and more.

"Stupid. That's pointless suicide. Superstition. I can't even sense the procedure. incomprehensible."

Yadkari Sage shakes his whole body all the time.

Loulou had an awesome laugh when he covered himself with a blue look on his collector's face.

"If you want to laugh... laugh... I will... at any time... give my life to you, Klund..."

"What's up, Klando? This one's ready."

"-But. No, nothing."

The collector turned his gaze to Victoire, who was able to follow a well-rounded comeback as he sat on a high chair.

A strong pain hit my head. There appeared to be a bitter face of a woman with a thin line behind her brain.

(I remind you, is that correct?

The blue bottle placed on the counter was unknowingly gripped in the hand. There shouldn't even be an idiot to have a drink when we're about to drive.

(If so, what am I...?)

"Wally, my head hurts so bad."

"Are you all right? Do you think you can drive?

The collector threw the liquor bottle in his hand toward Victoire to be prompted by doubts about the raised, only small, grain of poppy in his brain.

"Do what!

Between the calls, that's something like Victoire. When I quickly reached out to my right hand, I laughed with a fragrant face when I took the liquor bottle that flew.

"What's the matter, Klando? Are you going to make a scene today..."

Victoire, who put the bottle on the table, drops by with his heels tipped off.

The collector made a deep decision about the defenseless Victoire's throat whistle with a fork he had in his hand to use the spring of his entire body like a beast.

The women. Subaru's mom. I raised my scream.

"What?"

Victoire leads to the keeper by defiling his white coat as he spits blood reflexes.

"I heard you."

"What, but"

"Loulou's calling me. It's been a long time - I seem to have been dreaming. Let's end the monkey play. Sage of the Cave."

Throwing away the bloodwet fork caused the world around to creep and distort. The narrow end-of-place snack changes into a marble like paint dripping over a spinning bucket and replaces it with a psychedelic view.

"When, I felt"

What was Victoire was now deformed into a yadkari sage and stood in front of him.

"I didn't feel it. To be exact, I remember. Fragments of my memory. If you think about the 2000 GT of a classic car, it's weirder to have a navigation."

"I was paralyzing your nerves so you wouldn't think it was weird."

"I woke up with Loulou's voice. My head feels refreshed after about ten hours of sleep. There were signs. If I recall, there have always been incidents and traffic stops these past few months when I tried to use a route I had never taken or chose a path I had never taken. I guess this world depends on my memory. So an error is detected if it is found in an unknown location. It's self-evident. I've also seen some of that 2000 GT in a magazine at Dachi's house. I guess the price is my assumption."

"Pass, huh? It's not strength, I don't want. Luck is a decisive force in every battle."

"Mr. Guardian Beast. Well, I guess now it's time for you to compete squarely."

"But you were going to race all the way up to that edge."

"It's..."

"If you seed it, this world is a fiction I've made, but it's no different from reality. If you buy horse racing, it's 10,000 tickets, and if you buy the lottery, you'll win first class. Quite a concession, but knowing this, do you feel like you can go back to that world where all you can do is suffer? Now everything you've been looking for is here."

"Oops. I'm not going on that one. Forgive me for walking the clear future and the path that someone has prepared. I don't need a road map full of writing you've prepared. My world remains white. It's worth living to fill the pages ahead."

"Then wake up quickly. Now, you'll still make it."

- And I finally regressed into reality.

"Here, is...?

When the collector rose up and rubbed his eye lid, it was the first narrow tunnel he encountered with the Yadkari Sage.

"The battle is your win. Brave Klund."

"Oh, shit. - Loulou? Whoa. Loulou!

The collector put his hand on her exfoliated belly in a motiony manner when he noticed Loulou lying snuggly with his tender cold blood and blue face. Sure, he seems injured, but a thick cassava already covered his wound and his face naturally distorted by its oddity.

"The scratches are blocked. It's a little service. And here it is-"

When the sage Yadkari blinked one of the countless double-eyed eyes, the white glowing jewels from the nothingness void made the neckline appear prominent at first sight. The receiver, bewildered, moaned it with a groan in his palm.

"This guy."

"That's the Ancient Twelve Artifacts of the Thirty Layers (Lost High Weapon), The Answer of Truth." Be a powerful weapon if you don't use it the wrong way. "

"Why have you come so far..."

When I tried to ask him over and over again, the fierce ground sounded and at the same time the women who were falling began to wake up one after the other.

"Apparently, the time I've been entrusted has been so far. Good luck with that. The next brave man."

I don't have time to talk long like this. There were countless things I wanted to ask the sage Yadkari, but the sage's lifelong instincts strongly appeal to me that this place won't last long.

"Damn... it's retreat"

"I thought it was no longer possible to meet."

Yadkari Sage slowly dissolved his body jelly as he stared at the backs of the runaway collectors.

And that which was entrusted to the king did deliver. Countless eyes were now closed, and the sage Yadkari had first begun to devour something called rest, expressing himself in this world.

"From Maburo, when you wake up from a comfortable dream, everyone is in pain. I didn't know you could throw that away for nothing, like taking off your old clothes. At least the mental power seems to have reached that range. And, no doubt, we're blessed with luck. Klando, the brave man of the Romles. Can we finally be the man we've been waiting for, or... Can you really grasp it?

"Forbidden, King of the Labyrinth, Dungeon Harlem Master" seat...!