Dungeon+Harem+Master

It was near the entrance stairs of the Adventurers' Union (Guild) that the collector noticed the woman.

He wears a grey white dull robe and a linnell worn on his head.

Oh, I thought it was because I had a thin cane in my right hand. She explores her feet with unfamiliar hands, moving step by step, in a slow motion that makes her more impatient to watch.

The guard standing at the entrance doesn't make it slight, even if she knows her eyes are blind.

I can't help it. In this world, it is not a friendly world for the physically weak.

Everyone, self-responsibility. Wipe your own ass.

The sense of discrimination that was rooted in people was deeply rooted and a world that was difficult to live in for humans with deficiencies in the five bodies.

When I had just been summoned to this world, I remembered being grossly cursed to try to help the disabled, and I felt different.

What else?

The market was determined by the fact that a person who was neither familiar nor familiar reached out kindly for no reason.

In this world, there was a deep-rooted breeze of baking care as much as I wanted to be a vulture once inside me.

On the other hand, the vigilance towards humans, who neither see nor know, is so intense that the modern man cannot think of it.

Oh, it was already too late when I thought.

"Uh, hey."

When the woman uttered a small, frightened voice, she made her condition jerk off.

I slipped my cane into the cobblestone wet by yesterday's rain.

Karakara and the dry noise rang but was quick or rushing out.

"Danger."

The collector moves his body quickly and turns to her back to stop the fall.

There was a fluffy scent of citrus.

"Oh, thank you"

"No, that's okay."

The female eye lid remained down, that of the blind.

Was it just past forty when I was old, and although there were remnants that would have been sarcastically beautiful when I was younger, the corresponding wrinkles were engraved.

The collector took her hand and let her stand and picked up the wand that was falling and gave it to him.

"A stranger young man. Thank you, kindly. Thank you."

"So yi. Be more careful where you're not used to it than usual. Auntie,... Hey."

The lady smiled elegantly when the collector gave her a good mouthful to fix.

"Hehe, you don't need to fix it. I'm a grandmother after forty years. Um, I'd like to thank you for something, but unfortunately, we don't have much company."

"So I didn't mean to help. What can I do for you in the office? Then let's talk about it."

"No, really, I can't let you get that far. Oh, my name is Monica. Um, your name."

"Well, that's not why I didn't mean it. It's not the kind of thing you call it."

While the lady named Monica showed too much gratitude, the collector ran away trying to escape the scene whether it had become unusually lit.

Climb the stairs all at once to reach the great hall.

At the store, when I bought the water, I drank it in one breath.

Even if you take a sip of water, what you're selling here is sweet with plenty of sugar. Unlike modern Japan, where everything is aligned, sugar was a pure preference.

Neither is high taxed and can be consumed cheaply by ordinary people. It would be creating a good value for money by adding sugar to the water, but it was a mild cultural shock for the collector who believed the water was tasteless the first time he mouthed it.

That was as shocking as when I went to visit a friend's house and had sugar in my barley tea. There is no sign of Artemisia and Rudge, members of the clan, near him. In the past few days, it was unusual for both of them to enter at the same time and move solo.

(But one of them is rusty. Let's play with Nelly)

When the collector returns the glass to the clerk at the store, he approaches the reception in a relaxed mood.

Nellie, who had a clear face the same as Aye, was loosening her mouth as soon as she realized that the collector was alone and biting off a smile.

"What, that smile? Hmm? You were that happy to see me for a long time?

"... I was watching. There's a good place in there."

Nellie loosened her cheeks as she enjoyed herself with Nimanima and leaked her voice in an upbeat mood, cheeks.

"Ha!?

"I will graciously lend a hand to your blind lady. This is not something you can do inside unless you are a good man of strength."

"Ha!? Shit, chip. That's not what I'm gonna do. It just so happens. If I walked on Fuller, my aunt and I would fall off. I just got my hands on it reflexively. No, I don't think so."

For some reason, the treasurer felt a strong sense of shame and caught his face on fire that he was being seen sneaking up on his good deeds.

Nellie was also so grumpy about this that she was going to tease him lightly.

Apparently, for a collector, being openly praised by people is something of intense emotional embarrassment.

Nelly, who had also been taken lightly, noticed the advantages of finding the weakness of a good enemy, and her blue eyes glowed demonically.

"Oh, you don't have to be modest. Nelly, I admire gentle men."

"Stop, seriously, stop. Give me a break. And where are you coming from?"

When the collector hid his face with both hands, he stuck it against the counter. Behind me, a female warrior who was waiting for the order of reception was openly revealing how annoying she was.

"Well, I hope you don't mess with me, but hurry up."

"Hey, you super, super, super good guy Klund. It's good to enhance virtue, but it's more grasping in the back. Will you give me the order?

"Yes, I give in"

"And if you don't want people spreading the good deeds of today, have lunch with me at the Sparrow Pavilion at night. Okay?"

"Yes, I luxury. So don't tell everyone. We're not embarrassed."

It was the total defeat of the Collector.

"Hey, you guys are seriously ignoring us, aren't you? I don't know what to complain about."

The female warrior Mukatsuki had also reached its peak.

A few hours later, there was Nellie pounding her tongue drums on a free lunch at the Cafe Night Sparrow Pavilion and the appearance of one man quietly nagging at her.

When Biggs, the store manager, found the figure of the collector, he watched worryingly for a while as he hid half his body in the door, but safely pulled into the back when he found out it wasn't going to break out today.

"I don't care, Klando. Did you do something to this store again? The manager was watching us."

"Don't worry about it. He always cares about me. Apparently, he fell in love with me. I'm with you."

"Oh, really? So, I'm in love, sweetie, can I take your place?"

"... whatever you want"

"Oh, excuse me, clerk. Darn it from the bottom of the menu to this point."

"Stop doing that!?

Nellie points to the menu table, so she slips from top to bottom screaming. When the young woman's salary was truly round her eyes, she turned to the collector to tell her if she was okay with her gaze. The collector nods with a disillusioned face.

Nelly, by contrast, intentionally made a better smile, like Smile.

"Don't get on with it."

"You don't have to worry about it. It's fine. Should something sweet for women also be called a separate belly, rather an independent separate institution? It's stored in such a lovely space."

"Nice space? Is your stomach connected to the universe? Do you accumulate a lot in your stomach to rebel? Damn, that's what I call a skinny eater. I'd love to hear it from your fans."

"Fans? Oh, are you the self slaves who always contribute a lot to me? Those people are bad, too. Because it spoils my stomach."

"Your blood sugar's all up and you're dead."

"Unfortunately, to this extent,"

"Eat plenty and take out your both-belly, in front of everyone, corrupt you fucking bitch!! I want to beat the crap out of you screaming."

"Then forgive me, you! Just this kid's life. Ha! I will scream all over and spread the bad reviews so that just hearing the name of the cland keeps the female adventurer away"

"Ghosts."

"Tears in the eyes of ghosts, too. Wow, this dish is spicy. This is a messy spice and you don't feel like eating it for lunch inside, do you? In that regard, I did not have a blind spot today when I brought a gold bag called Klund"

"That aphorism has different uses. There's no creature more untouchable than a woman who thinks it's real money."

"Oh, I've been waiting for you to arrive for dessert. Do you want a bite?

"My money!!

"And yet, as a good one, why are you embarrassed? Even if it's a bad deed. In the first place, I find life itself embarrassing in your case."

"I don't want people threatening me to eat and drink."

"Oh, please order extra."

"Hey. It's time to give it a break. It's time for your Mr. Klund to really cry."

"Do it. I, Kland-kun Gun, made you cry."

I haven't cried yet.

"So I'm forced to continue the conversation to make it last until the dessert addition comes, but aren't those two here today?"

Nellie asked, a little soggy, spinning the meat patties in the plate with a fork.

"Hmm? Those two"

"Look, that fat one and the thin one that feels nasty"

"Oh, Artemisia and Rudge? But stop expressing yourself in that shape. I make books popular. Rudge certainly has a horny aura out there."

"You'll be sued for explicitly using such nasty language in front of a woman."

"You talked to me first. How selfish are you? This Yulufu Sweet Brain."

"Hmm. So, which is it?"

"Ha"

"Which is your destiny"

"Why did you say that to me?"

"Because I want to hear it. So talk."

"Tyrannical..."

"If you don't answer right away, Klander threatened to force you in here," he said.

"Were you willing to cultivate so-called accusations in people's heads?... I don't know which one."

"What do you mean?

"If I say so, I guess that means I'm too hot. Artemisia and Rudge are mine. And so are you. Cute."

The collector winked violently at a diagonal angle as he lifted his forehead.

Just looking straight at it, a man in a street vendor reading a newspaper across the street blew the coffee out in a majestic manner.

"Ah."

"What's up?"

"Look, I have goosebumps. Because Klund says it's disgusting."

"So here we are!

"Because Klund is disgusting"

"It's getting worse!?

"The disgust of Klund alone"

"You will no longer be in a very different direction from the beginning!!

"Eh, feels wack"

"It's just too much to eat, eh!?

The collector sighed as he stroked Nelly's back. After a while, she gets tearful but jiggly at the top of her head. Blue eyes shimmer like protest.

"That's just great. Pretending to be compassionate with them leads to sexual harassment."

"Wear it, you think too much."

"Please don't say you. I'm not your wife or your lover."

"Fine, because one of these days we'll be in line."

"Uh, yes, yes. Which world is that, Mr. Nelly? Let's dream in our bed."

Nevertheless, I'm close to these two outsiders. Even though I was in bad shape, one of them never took a seat.

As the collector poked his cheekstick, looking at Nelly's thin jaw chewing pudding, she felt her gaze flowing towards the street.

Nature, I was turning my gaze. Walking there was a woman named Monica who I just met at the entrance to the morning office.

"Uh, Monica. Do you care about her?

"Yeah? Well, yeah. It doesn't feel like an adventurer. Those eyes would be bones walking unaccompanied, and I wonder what you're doing in and out of here."

"... her son was an adventurer."

Here's what Nelly said. About a month ago, a young man named Clyde, one of Monica's sons, dived into the dungeon talking to his four companions.

Of course, the aim is to capture a thousand gold treasures. If you try to make Clyde quite impossible and qualify as an adventurer, you won't be able to turn your neck because of debt if you don't get the results out of it sooner rather than later.

But it was the food for the outfits of monsters nesting in the labyrinth, such as amateur clans of young men with no loco gear, experience or skill. Nothing came back as one of them well past the return deadline I submitted to the union.

Definitive non-returnees (announ).

"It's a common story in this world. Cland, it's rarer for a human to come home alone like you without any locking gear. Besides, Clyde is uninsured and cannot send an exploratory team in Monica's financial condition. So, yeah, she does. When it's a set time each day, she comes to the Adventurers Union (Alliance) and cares about the cheapness of her irreplaceable son. Give me a wish.... Oh, don't look like that. Isn't this like I'm abusing you?"

The collector remembered Monica's little jiva's stopping elegant smile, and her chest tingled and ached.

Nellie frowned eight letters with the spoon on her face and turned to her side with a bumpy face.

"Hey, why don't you take a walk"

I left the sparrow pavilion at night and hung out on the main street. Nellie, who has a different head than a collector, took the form of walking according to the back of nature.

"Well, the lunch break is way past, okay?"

"That's okay. I have to be there, someone's taking my place. It's discretionary, my working hours are"

"Liar. If you do anything random, you're fired."

"It's okay. Unlike Klund, I, everyone loves me."

"In a sexual sense?

"I'm gonna buzz you."

"F, try it, if you can"

"Oh, that laugh."

"What? Have you fallen in love with my nihilism?"

"That face of Klund. I like it, it's 50% more than usual and it's disgusting."

……

"Disgusting"

……

"Hey, disgusting?

"I hear you. Yo! Don't catch up with me! Don't talk about the face, about the face. This is what I call it."

"Well, leave the paranoia alone," he said.

When the collector reached the stone flat arch bridge, he laid his hands on the columns and looked beyond the riverbank.

The wind blowing across the river is bright on the flaming cheeks. Nelly remained silent and turned her gaze in the same direction as she came next door.

Far beyond, I could see the cathedral of the Romless Church.

Um, it makes me feel complicated to think that Marco is still preaching today in a majestically built religious institution. When I realized it, I noticed Nelly staring at my face zippily.

"What's up? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's nothing"

Nellie packs her distance in a natural motion as she trims her hair with her hands like she panicked.

Normally, I would feel light-hearted enough to even hold him at my waist, but I didn't feel like that. People are crossing the middle of the bridge. A carriage passes behind you. A wooden wheel stepped on the cobblestone, and the noise drifted idyllically away.

"Speaking of which, does this bridge have a name too"

"Yeah. Tear Bridge, it's called. Not particularly unusual, is it? The open square at the end of this bridge is now a park, but they say it used to be a soldier's squad. This park has been a mess since downtown, and there aren't many people's streets at night."

"Oh, because there's this park bush. Hihihi."

"Also, imagine nasty. Ordinary lovers don't get too close to each other during the day. There's a lot of young gorots wandering around that I can't afford. Neither do I come to this bridge when I'm alone. Shopping is near the Adventurers' Union."

"Hmm. Tear bridge. Hey."

Tear Bridge. It is a common name.

Most of the so-called bridges of names that are as many as they are in various parts of the country will be imaginable.

Daimyo, it could also be inferred that the name of this bridge stems from tears spilled by families and lovers who spared their farewell to soldiers heading to the battlefield.

"That's there..."

You're Monica.

When I looked across the dirt, I saw a blind monica fluttering in unreliable footsteps.

"She seems to have been recently blinded. Originally, he didn't seem to have good eyesight, but when he lost his son, his heart went all blind."

If not born completely blind, the uncertainty of the missing was also convincing. The collector looked uncomfortable as the bitterness seemed to gush naturally into his mouth.

"The family. Don't you have a husband? The other kids."

"She said she was one mother and one child. Ah..."

I watched the dirt hand at the same time Nelly pointed. There was a distant view of the stuck Monica slowly rolling down the dirt. Though soft grassland, I guess I hit all over the place. She stopped moving as she rolled down to the ground.

The collector was running out, almost reflexively.

I slide down the hill in no time to hug Monica.

Tapping lightly on her cheek, she mingled small.

"Hey, are you okay!

"Ah. The voice. Daytime, young man. Yeah, I think I'll manage to stand. Oh, that."

Monica let her right hand dance into the universe in a wolfed manner.

Well, if you look closely, you don't have the cane that I was using this morning.

Crawling his gaze around, he saw a cane floating across the river on a rolling clap.

"... yeah. Auntie, wait a minute."

"Ah. Um."

When the collector could take off his coat and lay on the spot, he jumped into the river without hesitation.

Pound his face in the water soaking on his knees and pick up his cane. Long-length aquatic plants wet the collector's cheeks and hair plenty. I struggle to get up to shore. When I took off my boots and spilled the water, Zach made a noise and the blue and black water wet the ground.

Look, watch your step.

When the collector gave him the wand, Monica shook her lashes with a bewildered voice. The collector suddenly turns his back and walks out, lighting up what he has done. Feeling the signs, Monica suddenly stopped calling looking wolfy.

"Eh. Could it be in the water. Oh, wait."

When Monica took out the beautiful handkerchief, she gave a clear voice for it.

That was the tone of the mother herself that made my child listen good, in a way that was a reversal of her earlier unconfidential attitude.

"Hey, that's okay. Nothing..."

"Please, kneel down."

"Yes."

Monica wipes the head of the collector with a polite hand. I was confused by the feeling of my hand, which was not the same as the young woman's, but I stayed.

(Speaking of which, how many years has it been since someone wiped my face like this)

Turn yourself into a tickling, strange sensation.

"Look, this is it. Okay, not at all. Hey, younger. What's your name?

"Ku, Klund"

"Klund"

Monica stiffened herself as she was surprised, but when she chewed everything in her head, she pulled out her shoulder strength all the time.

"Hey, Klando. I'm glad you're worried, but it's just a cane. If I jump into a river like that, I don't know what depth it's got. If I hurt you with this, what face am I to apologize to your parents? You can blame me, but you have to be as impotent as you are."

"Yes, sir"

"Sounds good to hear."

(Nothing, I don't know. I don't know, I'm a crazy old lady. Damn)

As I pretended to listen to the sermon very hard, I heard several people rubbing from overhead. Gently raise your face. There, we saw a group of men pulling Nelly's arm in the middle of the bridge.

"Ngu!?

"What's wrong?"

"Nha. Hey, it's for the wild. Wait here."

The treasurer let Monica go so good, he suddenly climbed the dirt.

"Whoa, whoa. Get out of the way!

Already a spectacular city crowd had built a hedge and surrounded it.

Nellie was staring at the man holding her hand with a calmer look than she thought.

There are four of us.

When the collector approached him, he was the boys with the upper back but not as thick to the body, who looked about thirteen or four when he was old from the look on his face. The boys canned and barked like mindless little dogs when they saw the collectors walking over flat. It just looks like it's barking to hide its fright. It was a funny demonstration.

"Ahhh. It doesn't matter. They're pulling in. Do it! Killed!

"Ahhh? Knights, superior! I cry and shut up, it's a mon in and out of the Donato family!! This woman is our mon from today on!! The one with the complaints, call me!

The boys breathed and shouted their names around the ground, but were worthless to a collector who didn't know such a thing in the first place. The boys are frightened by a man who never changes his attitude to the name of the amulet, which is remarkable.

When the collector approaches them, he opens his hands with a gentle grin of the Mother of Mercy Kannon itself, which he draws in his own brain. From the side, there is only such a strong sense of intimidation that the hippos are now attacking us. The perception of the two was as separate as the heavens and the earth.

"Uh, you guys. Stop, stop."

"What! Old man. You're complaining!

"Oh, old man. Fucking kids."

The collector is called in by the old man, which makes his temples crack.

But it's also very unpopular to get mucky with children.

I tried to deal with it calmly.

From what I've seen, the opponent is a hairy warrior casual to the kid.

You don't have to fall to the same stage.

The middle-aged pedestrian, who was watching the feud, is blowing a fine roll of cigarettes with a grin.

Exactly, from the people of the city, it was a little good spectacle of the afternoon.

"Mr. Nelly. Mr. Nelly. You can't fool around with a kid like that because of how hungry you are for a man. Hey, hey, hey."

It was Nellie who kept her fortitude, but still she must have been careful inside.

When she saw the collector, she cut off the man's hand and rushed out gently, hiding herself behind her back.

How dissatisfied and aroused the boys were that they were hurt in pride by being lightly escaped.

"Ahhh! Ng, shit! Jan's or Cora's. Aah!!

"I'll kill you. Whoa. Nnnnnnnnnn!!

"I don't know if that sister decided on our meat staffs!! Seriously, I'm gonna kill you!!

"Ah, but if you cry and apologize to us now, you can use it for once!

"Oh, my God, a hundred pounds a shot! Hahaha!!"

"Oh, you did it. Nelly, it's a great price."

"Do it, Klund"

Trembling in anger, Nellie poked her fingertips at the boys flying the inferior field.

The symptoms appeared to be quite obnoxious.

"Oh n? Who's going to do who?

A red-haired boy with acne still floating brings his face closer as he cuts his mentch.

The collector silently punched the boy in the face with no motion.

The feeling of snapping the nose remained in my fist in various ways.

"Abgh!?

"Geese!? Geese uuuuuuuu!?

The boy slammed his neck in the trunk as he blew momentum behind his back spreading his nose.

I peeled off my white eyes along with the rhythmic sound.

How dare the people around you rush over and shake it up.

Geese had passed out blowing a white bubble.

"Oh, shit! Geese. Geese. Whoa! Kill me, kill me."

The boy began to wiggle with his bloody eyes as he pulled out the knife. The crowd, who was amused and watching, fled to scatter the cloud child.

The collector, kicking the boy's fluttering hips, pounded his fist vigorously around the ear of his side head.

It is a fist that surpasses wrestlers and riches, with a large bowl of tea bowls.

If I ate it properly, I wouldn't have had one.

Yeah, and my bones rang dull.

"Loosen up!? Ng, no!

The boy crawls around on the cobblestone with tears when he suffers from severe pain.

Too much of the pain, the urine leaks from the groin and the underwear gets wet in the mouse color.

The boy cried violently as he suppressed one ear with both hands.

There was no cakera there was no petty hegemony full of walrus.

"Pup, yeah."

Nelly openly puts her hand on her mouth and laughs coldly.

The collector, when he sneered at them, intimidated the dos.

"The next time I see you, I won't forgive you."

As the boys took charge of their people, they left the spot barking.

"Huh. Stupid, it's a million years early to go against this Nellie."

Nelly laughed lightly as she put her hands on both hips.

The blue of my eyes glowed so cool with a very satisfied look.

"... you know. Well, okay."

The collector then transported Monica and Nelly to their homes and offices, respectively.

out of pure favor.

Of course, supposedly I was forced to drag Nelly around out of time, and I got a sermon from the office because of the poor day-to-day conduct of the collector, so I even deserved it.