Dungeon+Harem+Master

I don't even know where this place is. How long did you keep walking?

The shoe was torn apart at last, with multiple rolls of grass creeping around, forcing only the upper and sole to connect.

There is a darkness looming in the streets. The castle gate of the city you are aiming for is still far away and you can't even see the shadows. I manage to reach into a leather bag on my hips and move my fingertips to drink water. From the dry, cracked lips, there is no longer blood flowing, and translucent fluid spills slightly. I was used to pain and hunger, but I just can't stand the thirst. Untie the bag and open your throat. I felt like a few droplets had slipped in. That was it. Brilliantly empty.

I don't have the energy to get up while I'm lying on the street. The people returning to the city pass by early, falling asleep as if they had never seen it.

The boy was tired, like a worn out borough rag. My whole body is stained with dust and grey. In the long run, it looked very unrecognizable to the organism. Small and lean. Her cheeks were shredded and her eyes were cloudy. His vision has temporarily dropped significantly because of prolonged malnutrition.

The thin arm had no meat like a dead tree and was a luxurious thickness that could easily be broken with a little effort. A wild dog with raised ribs passes straight across at a fluttering foothold. The wild dog stuck his mouth to the boy's stretched hair for a while and smelled it, but when he rattled hun and kushami, he left as if he had lost interest.

I wouldn't have spoken of food for days now.

I think I even forgot about the jaw movement.

Eventually, it rained out.

Even though it rains early in the spring, a large, beating Shizukuishi takes away his entire body temperature as a dong. My senses gradually fade from my fingertips. Open your mouth and swallow the rain grains. Even so, the water I was begging for, I couldn't swallow as much as I thought.

Death is approaching.

Even as I slept like this, I understood more than anyone in my experience so far that they definitely pointed my fangs and approached my throat.

Just hang on a bit.

Anyway, if you keep moving your body, you should be able to maintain your temperature.

Groaning but still trying to get up.

Vain efforts eventually bore fruit, and the boy managed to kneel.

But my weakness was far more terrific than I thought. It was just a little, strong wind, and I shouldn't have done it anymore.

The boy stopped as he rolled down the dirt end of the street like a leaf.

On my flank, I felt a sharp pain.

A branch of a dead, speary tree pierced it deep.

It was only for a moment that I felt the pain.

Warm blood pours out of the body and toward the wound.

I just wanted my whole body to burn rapidly.

Then, my whole body freezes rapidly.

My vision narrows rapidly.

The moment I closed my eyes, I felt like I heard someone.

On the other side of my eyes, I saw a girl as beautiful as an angel peeking in with a crying face.

If you noticed, the boy was wrapped in a warm blanket.

As she tries to wake up her body, a young girl is holding her hand worryingly on her pillow.

The girl, named Ricotte, took porridge from her hand and fed it to me. I couldn't stop the tears from overflowing every time I chewed the warm porridge my tongue seemed to burn.

Ricotte pulled the unstoppable boy to his chest as if his mother bird were holding him tightly.

The boy doesn't know his mother.

The only father who raised me was a good man, but not a man who showed understandable affection.

Ricotte mumbles a strange song in her ear with a clear voice.

In the midst of all this, I somehow realized that this was a lullaby.

My chest fills with joy.

Boy, Martha was convinced, like heavenly destiny, that she could do anything for this girl.

The disappointing city walls of the stone pile appear blurred and far-sighted with lights lit at equal intervals.

The collector ran out of breath and continued to run to the visible position of the small high hill.

Alcohol is spinning all over my body. Today was particularly extraordinary.

"Hey, wait a minute. Exactly, my heart's going out of my mouth. Ooh."

As the collector plugged at the end of the woodland belt, he also breathed from his back into the near-field trunk. My heart is as fierce, strong and beaten as a drum that gets beaten in a row.

Thanks to eating and drinking lumps, the world began to spin vertically like an old film. I walk out anticipating a meeting when my heart calms down.

Beyond the tall grass, I saw bamboo groves on my right hand side.

An unnatural light shined on the edge of my vision. Second, face up.

"Ooh, oh?

The sweat flowing like squeezed out of my forehead was muddled with cuffs.

At the same time, the darkness in front of me is suddenly torn apart.

No, not the facts.

Near Noir Smith's workshop, where famous craftsmen and others were attacked, is sparking fire.

It seemed like a bright red flower on a small high hill.

Calmly observed, the motherhouse seemed safe.

But I don't know when to extend it in one wind direction if it's all adjacent.

Either way, it must have been the worst situation.

The rush reached its peak. A bad feeling is a hit.

Slightly hitting the flattering hips, he runs up the hill.

"Goddamn it! I need you to keep me safe."

The collector turned his gaze upwards. I found the shadows of the seven small and large rapidly approaching, illuminated by a bright red flame.

"You're such a daytime caretaker!

"Nokonoko, you're here now. Oh, no! Look, scratch that flame!

Two Gnome tribes. It is Gorotsuki, who was with Ricardo. I found each of the five human tribes rushing down with swords and swords in their hands so that they could be led by both of them. Each of them carries a bag on his back and loot. Did it have enough effect, the footsteps were extremely light?

When the collector stops on the spot, the men try to draw a semicircle and surround themselves. The drunkenness was already awake. I pulled my hair up behind me snapping with sweat and asked questions.

"What the hell is this all about! What happened to Martha and Ricotte!

"Heh? What are you gonna do when you ask me that! You're really not enough, you bastard. Ricardo's brother couldn't wait any longer, so he came here to talk to Jijii directly!

"My brothers are looking forward to it! I plan to rendezvous when it's crisp. We let you go first. You're a lucky bastard!

"I'll send you to the afterlife, just like your dachi!

"Well, if you do that spa, it's easy to deal with this one. That's why I'm giving you the Three Ways River with no one left!!

The collector did his hand on his hips and became pale when he realized that he would not touch anything at his fingertips.

"If you do. Sword, I've forgotten..."

Regardless, it is in a silver carriage pavilion. Or he was leaving the store with Lacey. Though he was drunk, he is so big a poka that he can't argue.

It was the collectors who turned around and fell into a pinch of absolute destiny.

"I didn't know you were coming round the waist, you're licking it!

"Son of a bitch!! Hey, hey! Make him a catfish!!

"Whoa!!

The men gained momentum when they found out the collectors were powerless. It is a great opportunity for us to be in a completely safe zone and slaughter our opponents as we wish. There was something wrong with not being excited.

"Duh! Abrasion."

The collector swung his sword and threw the man in with a piece of paper, twitching and flipping and fleeing to a glance. I'm not complacent enough to win a round hips. The men also ran squeamishly after the keeper running down the original path like a bullet.

"Wait, Cora!!

"Who waits -! Ahoy!!

If you continue to run further as you row, the distance between the chasers gradually widens. It was a difference in individual leg strength.

When the collector found the bamboo grove, he flipped his coat and jumped in.

The depressed bamboo is lush.

A man who followed the collector and preceded him began to pack the distance in a desperate shape, though inhibited by long bamboo.

"Die!!

He releases his anger and goes straight into it.

The collector cleverly backed the bamboo and slashed it as it spun half a turn.

The roots of the green bamboo broke diagonally when it sounded cool and light.

The man is inhibited from moving by dense bamboo, unable to set his aim.

When the collector grabs the root of the cracked bamboo, the branches shake down the lush tip.

but the blow was also inhibited by left and right bamboo and strangely stationary over the man's head.

"Oh!?

"You freak me out!!

The man waved his sword down again with a cold sweat all over his forehead.

The blade doubled the top of the bamboo again in good condition.

It was the collector who was twigging. What was left in his hand was a bamboo spear that could be cut just about a meter apart.

When the collector grabbed the bamboo spear, he rolled out the poke at a tremendous speed. The impromptu bamboo spear pierced the man's throat to be sucked, causing a blood splash to scatter around him. The splashed blood struck him like rain and made a fine noise.

As the collector kicked the man's hips, he took the sword away and held it in his left hand. Assuming that the two Norms are almost incapable of fighting, there are four more enemies left. The group that had caught up with him hesitated to stop for a moment when he saw his companion fall, but asked for a number and stepped back into the bamboo grove.

"Ahhh!!

"Fuck you. Eh!!

Two men wield their swords at the same time and attack them.

The collector split further into the back as he quickly flipped.

"Don't let them get away with it!

"Definitely BUTKILL YE!!

The swords of the men are only wielding blind law.

Calm was already dust-free. The blade, inadvertently moved, ceased to fall out easily when eaten into the middle of the bamboo in its worst form.

The winning chance came naturally.

From the position where he had fallen, the collector sewed between the bamboos and stuck out the spear.

Qingbamboo, rolled out for a one-handed shot, raised his temples and broke through the man's belly, letting his cuttoe peek into his back. The man, the blood that's coming up his esophagus, spits all over the place and collapses into a landslide.

The man next door, watching it, sat out of his hips showing fierce fright in his eyes.

The man who sat up with the bamboo on his back can't move the spot with his hips falling out.

The toddler moved his sword to the left and right unscrupulously in front of him.

The collector released a sharp thrust with a sword in his left hand while keeping himself low.

The long sword was slapped hard in the center of the man's face, between his eyes and nose.

Sleep with the blade on the side and squeeze it thoroughly. The scream caught my tail sharply.

"Whoa!!

And the Zao kicked up the man's jaw, and waved down his sword toward the other back, which returned and fled. As the blade flowed sharply leaving silver wire, the garment was torn apart and a bright red curve was drawn. It sounds like heavy rain slamming the doorboard. The spilled blood loosened the leaves of the bush like light rain.

When the man was broken diagonally off his back, he clamped out of his face with a woman's screaming voice.

The collector sharply poked the blade into the man and sharpened it, quickly pulling it back on hand and placing it in the front eye.

Intimidated by fierce swordsmanship, the man stuck up with an odd voice.

The collector made sure to throw the long sword forward and rolled out the poke.

The long sword cut the wind and ran straight, standing against the man's chest.

The man's sticking throat Buddha leaked a creaking sound.

The collector kicked the man's belly straight up and pulled the blade out.

I saw two little shadows running away into the distant view.

Throw the sword in your hand vigorously.

The sword tore the darkness and ran like a meteor under a thin moonlight.

"Whew!!

The long sword penetrated the back of one of the Norms' cracks and devoured deep into the ground.

One broken gnome. I tumbled unnecessarily with my leg.

The collector moves his legs like a wheel and circles forward. I will never let you get away with it. Norm desperately begged for his life as he rubbed his face against the ground. Kicking Norm mercilessly, he buried the sword he pulled out deep into his torso. Pull out the blade and check the body. Exactly cheap. By the way, there was a blade spill and the fat was wrapped around it. When the collector tongued and threw the sword away, he chose a relatively better sword from among the things that had fallen, carrying one through his waiststring, and the other running out leaving him out.

I wasted my time. But I don't have time to go back and get my love knife. Speaking of Namakura, should we say yes to the fact that we have the weapon? Norm can assume that none of his attacking abilities are as good as he thought. Martha and her weight Ricotte are the ones who care about cheap or not. And it was Smith, an old man. Ricardo, stranded in debt taking, doesn't know what to do. Perhaps Ricardo's residual strength would not be much left, given that the outlaws who hired him with money were taking household tools out of the workshop.

"Then the only thing left is an orga."

On the way up the hill all at once, I felt uncomfortable with the grass.

"Wait, wait! Noh, young man!!

Instinctively, when I turned my sword, I crawled out with a blue-eyed look on Smith's face.

"Ricardo's idiot suddenly broke in!! You know I didn't leave my money in Locke. He's completely lost in blood. Oh, well, Ricardo is a former apprentice..."

To sum up Smith's story, Ricardo apparently brought an ogre and a rogue into the motherhouse while he was taking an evening meal. Though he came for gold, Ricardo brought something more dizzying out of the barn and set it on fire in a rampant statement, upside down by less prey than expected.

"... I've known him since he was a kid. Well, I've been a hipster for a long time. Even if I took it from my apprentice, I thought I would throw it out anyway, but Ricotte asked me to do something about it, so I used it for a long time with the cheats, but it was like he couldn't try to change his bare lines. When I kicked him out, it seemed that I resented the Ricotte one, but gradually I stopped talking after I picked up Martha's one. No way, what is scum so far"

"Hey, Mr. Jii......!

Smith falls off his knees when he talks that far.

Aggressively, when I lent him my shoulder, he spread a perfectly warm bloodpaste in his palm.

Gazing into the darkness, Smith had his right shoulder wide open.

The collector cut off his cuffs and tied the wound tight.

Not so much, but too much blood.

You'll have to show it to the doctor as soon as possible.

"Hey, young builder. Did you say kland or something? I'm winding up in such a mess, but I was wondering if you could go to the city and call the Knights. It's the life of Noon, but only his daughters and his belly want to help him."

"... wait here. Don't move, Jizzy."

"Oh, man."

The collector ran through the rest at once in a disease-like motion when he could lay Smith's body on the grass.

I didn't kill the momentum, I kicked through the door.

"Who!?

The men who were in the earth look back.

There were appearances of Ricotte and Martha with their hands tied and rolled behind their backs while they were naked.

"It's daytime...!

The three men, including Ricardo, were in the midst of pressing on a frightening Martha with a bright red, heated firecracker stick. Ricotte's face, which cried and turned bright red in her eyes, was blue and black swollen up wondering if she had been punched many times.

"Run, run!!

Ricotte stared at the swollen eye lid and moved her gaze around. Whether the behavior touched the eclampsia, a skinny man turned out to be like a fierce dog.

"Who kept his mouth shut? Ah!

It was almost at the same time that the man slapped the rough rope in his hand on Ricotte's face and threw the long sword the collector had in his hand.

The blade burst into the man's throat as it flowed horizontally.

"Ho, ho!?

My torso collapses forward with the odd terminator. Until then, Martha's giant, who didn't even move with Pickle, suddenly rose.

"Oops!!

Huge chunks of meat ran through the universe like bullets and bounced Ricardo's short body against the wall.

As Martha continued to rush over to Ricotte, one of the remaining quickly regained his sword and stuck it in her belly.

"You son of a bitch. Ah!! If you don't want to get scratched out by the kid in your stomach, you move eh!!

The collector strained on the spot when he pounded his tongue.

Martha's giant also stopped moving like it was frozen.

"Heh, heh. You did it, Matthew. Yeah, just stick your sword in there."

As Ricardo spit a bloody spit out of his mouth, he suddenly shook down the burning stick he had turned into Martha's rushing hand into a rare arrow cod. The dull sound of beating meat woods indoors. A bright red splash rose from Martha's head and her body fell over her.

"Stop. Yeah!!

"Ugh. Eh. They're not going to let you out! I know what I'm talking about! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! He's going to be millions of P (pounds) even if he beats and sells!! I just don't get it!!

Whoa! Hey, Klund or something. Don't make strange moves. If there's anything extra you can do. The kid in Ricotte's belly is going to be a thousand slices of meat!

Ricardo gets a weird laugh with Kehihi in his humble face. Press the burning rod in your hand against Martha's rolled cheek. The unpleasant smell of burning meat stood around.

Ricardo's reference to dragon scales was literally to urchins stripped from the dragon's body surface, and these were super primary materials that were crushed, powdered, and given various protections when mixed with balls of steel when making swords.

"Unfortunately, I can't afford this either. My ass is on fire too!! I have to be sensitive to the smell of gold!

Smith, a celebrity worker, apparently got it in some way, but I guess Ricardo's raid was in anticipation of it.

Anyway, the hunted down desire to get something golden-eyed hit a nearby person. It was only a matter of bad luck.

"Please. Ricardo, I'll forgive you already. I don't know anything about dragon scales. Come on, don't give Martha any allowance."

"Hey, Ricotte. I don't know how cold this guy is. I'm not giving you the money, and I'm not giving you the treasure. You were different, weren't you? You could have done anything I asked. Hey, Martha, are you listening to me? Ricotte was happy to take any outfit I ordered, huh? Speaking of sticking your ass out like a dog, I wept and snapped. I hear what this guy means about me, he's just a cheap whore!!

"Damn!! Liar!! I'm like that!!

Ricardo spoke to Martha again as he spiraled Ricotte laughing.

Under-eyes.

A passion possessed by madness resided.

"Believe it or not, you're on your own, but you admired my usage!! I wasn't tired of Ricotte's body yet, either. Ricotte, I still like you. Me and you, come with me. Hmm? Don't you like that rash? Heck, how the hell did you get my toy back on? Was the tuning sweet? I can't believe my exclusive meat doll switched to such a big fat ass, Yikes!!

Ricardo kicked Martha's hips as she rolled, squeezing her jaw. Ricotte's scream flowed. From the back room, about two men began to show themselves with a bitter look.

"No, brother. There's nothing in this house. Hey. Dizziness is often..."

"Chip. I can't use it anyway. Hey, too. We'll find Jizzy and tighten it up. Ricotte can still be used as a tool. It would also be B's fault to blame a woman for her weight. And I don't want Martha. Kill him."

"Heh."

A man wields his sword. The collector tries to pop out with a rash.

Ricotte's movements were abrupt.

She exposed herself to Martha's back without a blade stuck to her throat.

Her throat was sharply slit and there was blood smoke.

The murder blade, for a moment, was slightly, albeit shaken down from its original target in a hesitant motion.

The scream was tedious.

At the same time, the collector pokes a gap and buzzes the contents of the water bucket that was beside him into the red fire floor, the more.

In an instant, water vapor stood around.

"What the fuck!!

"Don't let them get away!! Never let them get away with it. Whoa!!

As his anger flew, he took on Martha and took Ricotte aside to escape.

It was a rough business that could only be done by a strong collector.

As he jumped out to fall through the door, he ran into the grass, distracted by darkness.

The moonlight that was on his face overhead was being blocked by the thick black clouds that had flowed.

The deep grass of length hid the three of them in good condition.

Relax the two commandments and lie on the spot. Martha was surprisingly sturdy while being so tortured, she quickly woke herself up and leaned against Ricotte.

"Good, Martha..."

The twitching voice leaked with the blood bubble.

Ricotte smiled with a far-sighted look. The collector bite his lips hard when he took off his coat and covered her. Martha held Ricotte's throat hard, shaking her shoulders. The collector hits the wound when he pulls the cloth cut out of the leather bag.

As soon as possible, it soaked soaking in water.

I was delayed in noticing the man because I almost neglected to pay attention from around me.

"Who!!

The collector flips to signs that it will not be easy. One man approached me by tearing the grass apart. He was raising an old cantera on hand. From the blurry, pale lights, the whole body rises.

The man looked around thirty. He hangs a long sword on his hips. He flushed his scorched brown hair straight to his waist. I am thin so that my cheeks are shredded off. There was a deep nothingness in his eyes. He has a black eyelid on his left eye. That was creating an increasingly difficult impression with the regular person. The top and bottom of the worn ink stains were coaly and faded in color. The gray cloak was full of calves everywhere and made me feel like I was in full season.

"Hey, Icarus' husband. What are you doing! You promised not to stick your neck in Gotagota......!

A man resembling a rat like a hipster raised a tall voice.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You have to stop the blood."

The man, called Icarus, took away a piece of cloth that was wrapped around him when he knelt by Ricotte in a natural motion. The pink flesh is exposed and the blood flow is releasing. Icarus lay his hand on a wound to his throat with cold eyes.

"Light of Recovery (Healing Light)"

A pale blue light emits from the palm of his hand.

It was a sacred sorcery of healing.

The wound on Ricotte's throat instantly blocked her, returning to life on her blue-blue face.

"Ah, get it?

Icarus also shines light on the back wound as he goes on to turn Ricotte sideways.

A gradual redness appeared on her cheek.

Martha took Ricotte's hand and lay it on her own cheek as she bowed her head to Icarus many times. You felt something, the rat-like man turned his face away.

"Absolutely. Asked my husband for help. It's a takedown, a takeover of debt! Oh, hey!! Don't you have to tighten up the Ricardo one?"

Here he comes.

Icarus ignored the rat-like man and unleashed his words on the collector. Five shadows with pines in their hands. One of these days the shadow that jumps through and is big will probably be an auga. The collector threw away his sheath and threw up when he lowered the sword he had put on his back.

"Don't worry. That's it, I'm not going to take care of you.... and thank you for helping Dachi Kami."

Break through the grass and pop out.

There, three other men stood side by side besides Ricardo and Auga.

"Ah, that was the bastard just now!!

"Oh no, just get out of my way!! Don't give me a break anymore!!

"You guys!! Let's get him up to the Blood Festival first. Ahh!!

The men came in like they were bounced with Ricardo's fury.

When the collector laid his long sword horizontally, he slammed it with all his might toward the man in the front. The blade profoundly chooses the eye and nose as he punches the man in the face head-on, changing him like a collapsed mud worker.

"Whoa whoa!!

The two left and right strike at the same time as they call.

As the collector lowered himself and lowered his slaughter to a minimum, he thrust his long sword upwards.

The fierce thrust rolled out exposed him through his back until he was halfway through the chest plate of the man with his right hand.

When the man kept his weight about, he heard a blunt sound and the blade broke.

It is a few punches cheap.

The collector flew away behind his back with a long sword halved.

The man in front of him leans in with a jizzy impetus in Russia.

Seen as a winning opportunity, Auga also roars and thrusts. A cold sweat passed on to my spine.

"Young!! Don't use him!!

Smith's voice was inadvertently uttered from the grass.

A white object flies in, tearing the darkness apart. Reach out and receive reflexively.

It was the platinum-built sheath of the Holy Sword "White Sword” that was once in hand.

A man jumped at me like he was bounced.

When I pulled the sword out of the sheath, the bright red light flashed.

The blade pulled out was burning red as it embodied the flame.

A long sword draws a half-circle into the void.

The blade was very sharp. The long sword wielded ran horizontally as it profoundly shook the man's chest.

"is ahhh!?

As the man was split up and down from his chest, he held his hands up on the spot to dance.

Smith's laughter echoed into the wilderness as the collector was blinded by his bright red self.

"... I feel good. I saved your sheath. The name is" Red Chicken. "It's a dish made of red dragon urchin before!! It would be a waste of chito to try out an elephant!!

"Give it to me when I see you earlier. Damn."

Upcoming Auga. Sounds like it's coming up and running. Did you throw away the pine lights you had in your hand, holding a giant oak stick in both hands and standing on the upper stage?

My usual senses were back on the whole body of the collector. Cuckooed hot emotions disappear from your head, and your consciousness is directed only at the current object. Looks like the redbird in my hand wants to burn hot instead. The stick of the orga is embedded in multiple pieces with a muscled iron ring.

I'm sorry if I'm intact if I take a blow.

But oddly enough, the odd confidence that this sword could beat it was boiling down.

Auga barked at the volume of voice breaking the eardrum. A strange roar looms as the wind rips through my ears.

The collector intercepted him directly from the front when he shook the red thousand birds in his hand.

Kin, and a hard clear sound rang.

At the same time, the collector quickly slashed the side of the orga.

Ricardo's face whitened like paper as he watched the showdown.

The pine lights in my hand roll and burn the dead grass, and the surrounding meadows are licked up with instant bright red tongues.

The iron ring of the muscle spills apart from the stick that was in Auga's hands.

The thick oak tree was broken sputterly as it drew a line.

Orga blew a large amount of blood bubbles out of his mouth as he strangely twisted his body, blazing the universe with his thick, gotten fingertips.

The torso from the waist to the top scattered his organs around him as he fell obliquely uneven.

The blood flowing from the giant turned the area into a pond.

The collector slowly walks over to Ricardo, where his boots are wet.

"Hi-hi, hi-hi. It's a lie. I can't believe Ricotte did what I thought. He was a woman who didn't raise one voice when she was holding on or when she was forced to. I didn't mean to humiliate him. It's a bit of a prank. It would be anyone. Heh, heh. Hey, hey. Let me forgive you. I'm not doing anything for you. Why are you so angry?"

"I'll kill you. You're not complaining."

"No ahhh!!

"Did you have pity on those ricottes!! Go to hell, you bastard!!

The collector waved his long sword down to Ricardo's face with all his might.

The blade colored the top of the head to the jaw in a bright red straight line.

Brain pulp splashed and the eyeballs could bounce with their tails drawn with lightness like ping-pong balls.

Ricardo changed in an instant like a strange creature with lost eyes and nose.

Raise your tall severer with your hands raised to heaven and fall from your face.

The collector threw it into the void as he wiped the blood paste on his long sword with his pocket in a flaming flame.

In black darkness, the white blizzard in flames danced hilariously like it was out, eventually melting away.

"Wow! Baby, it's moving! Look, why don't you let me touch Lacey, too?

When Hilda took her ear off Ricotte's belly, she invited Lacey, who was eager to tell her how she was doing.

"Uh, okay. Mr. Ricotte."

"Yes, I don't mind."

"Whoa, little girls. Don't feel comfortable touching Ricotte of Non. He'll be able to hold onto his lovely grandson."

An old man who doesn't read the air shouts out at the interaction between smiling women.

He was clearly a man unfit for fetal education.

"Dad, go away!

"Oh, my God."

Smith slipped back to the blacksmith hut with a hammer. These days, my hips seemed to be doing a lot better.

A week later, the collector was taking Hilda and Lacey to visit Martha.

Of course, it is also a thank you to the "Red Chicken" I received the other day. Smith said, "The contents that matched the sheath just happened to be red chives". While it also fitted perfectly in the sheath of the white dragon as measured, it was the urchin of the evil dragon king Vritra, defeated by the treasurer, which Smith used for the sword he struck, that he also felt destined. In the first place, redeeming the price in gold is not enough.

In other words, the object itself did not exist when Ricardo pressed for a thousand gold urchin powder.

Still, it would be a profession as a celebrity who did not want to give such a man the swing of a congregation. The collector wondered at what time to give Artemisia the red chicken he had raised on his hips, leaving his eyes lowered.

Of course, I have a lower heart. It was a great opportunity to make her shy of unscrupulous demands. The barn was completely burned, but the mother house was safe outside. Ricotte also behaves as if there had been no such incident. There is a new life in her. As yet, suspicion does not disappear from among the collectors, but it is the birth mother who ultimately determines the father of the child. In the first place, if we were convinced of each other, there was no longer a right for the collectors to speak out.

"Huh."

As the treasurer watched the noise of the trees, the sun was still shaded.

Martha stood beside him silently.

"What? Have you had enough injuries? Even so, you're a sturdy bastard, you are."

A collector pushes Martha's big shoulder roughly. The bearded man looked painfully, but eventually smiled happily, stripping his bright white teeth, as if he had relieved himself.

What an innocent smile you see for a moment, fisting a thick chest plate in the blindfold. Martha lifted her face and put her head up as she broke her hips on the spot and knelt down, as she pulled aside.

"Hey, Martha. Mixed up now?

I didn't need to hear back.

I could understand that if I saw a man's face.

I don't have any worries anymore.

The man in front of him had a wide and magnificent vessel that gently enveloped everything.

The collector quietly aligned himself in front of his coat as his hair was tucked away by the early autumn breeze blowing across the perimeter.

Then the giant tree closed his eyes softly.