All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

"Quest is in"

A day of exploration into the dungeon.

That's what leaders who brought together party members, including Ren, told the meeting to begin.

"The Academy sent out a rescue quest for a certain person. I hear a scholar with no sense of combat has entered the dungeon."

"Oh."

In an overview of the quest the leader told him, a laid-back female swordsman, a cutter in the party, hammered with the look of "You've got a troubled man out there".

"It's going to be his rescue quest today. Avoid combat as much as possible and explore while covering a wide range of areas. Do you have any questions?

The leader asks, but Ren is new to the rescue quest itself. I don't even know what to figure out.

Unlike Len, who just wanted to see how the other members were doing, there were people who kept their hands up.

Blonde, tough looking girl even though she looks like she could grow up. A sorceress who became an adventurer a year earlier than Ren.

"It means the scholar escaped into the dungeon, how did that happen? I think they're aware of the dangers of the dungeon, but why is that person in the dungeon?

"Anything, scholar, at a time when your corruption was about to be discovered. It's the other side's view that your position is shaky and confusing, that you may have escaped into the dungeon."

"I see."

You convinced the leader to respond, the sorceress hands down.

Just before corruption was discovered, it cannot be said clearly that the scholar is a criminal. The premise is that it is only the rescue of the shipwreck, not to capture the criminals.

The sorceress is followed by a senior adventurer who often rides Ren's consultation to ask questions to the leader.

"What are the characteristics of that scholar? If you don't know my face, there's no rescue, no shit."

"For once, I'm getting sketches, so I'll hand them out to everyone later. Sounds like a lot of great people at the academy. The academy seems to be some sort of alchemist authority or something, you know? You're out of the academy, aren't you?

"... Yes"

The water-targeted sorceress nodded as she looked disgusted for some reason.

The leader breaks his face to the affirmation of the sorceress.

"Oh well! It's a rescue mission, and it's helpful to know the other guy's face. Saves time checking your identity"

"Please correct me. That little fat bald guy, I don't know him or anything."

"... you don't like that guy?

"Even the problem?

"No, I'm free to like or dislike individuals. This is my job, so I don't know what kind of guy they are, but I'm sorry I lost my hand and abandoned them.

"... of course"

With that said, the sorceress turns her back. He hates the other guy.

Ren, on the other hand, listened to the outline of the case he was going to find out and was leaning on his ankle.

Academy. Alchemist (Alchemist). Corruption. Dungeons.

It's like a story I've heard somewhere, like it's not.

While I'm thinking about it, the meeting is over and I'm getting ready to go into the dungeon.

As usual, Len, the luggage holder, was jerked off with a strong eye of insurance as he proceeded to prepare but explored the memories that caught him in his head.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Oh, su, excuse me. That's right."

I did lag behind in packing my bags.

Damn, it's true Ren can't afford to think of anything extra, while poisoning her inside that she wants to be like a little girl who makes her daughter-in-law the enemy. It's about the academy and other worlds that have nothing to do with me. I didn't even think deeply, I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.

"With that said, you know the rescue target of this quest."

"... so?

He said he just waved the chat, but he stared at me with his cleavage eyes.

I don't know why you're fighting like this, but Ren doesn't have the courage to be able to hit the real deal like that.

"Oh, no, he sounds like some great teacher, and I wonder if it affects the senior graduate of the Academy in any way. Ha."

"It's none of my business. I graduated already."

The sorceress snarls her nose at Ren, who laughs sadly at me.

"Plus, there were rumors that you were using your position to force a female student to sexually harass you when you discovered corruption, or to pack your own assistant professor's thesis, and it felt like it was going to be different. I hate to have to help you, but you're gonna lose your leg and it's gonna be clean!

No, today's the one I heard the other day, right?

It wasn't until after the adventure was over that Ren's thoughts tied in there.

The rescue quest could be safely discovered and secured, focusing on places where amateurs are likely to walk around without any thought, or areas where criminals often hide out, among the dungeons that spread over many layers of the basement.

The baldness that he was corrupt seemed so horrible in the dungeon. He was in a state where all he had to say was a lot of confusion and disjointed language, but he also handed it over to his client safely. That's how Len noticed when he finished his quest and was walking down the road at night when it broke up.

The outline of this quest fits perfectly with what I was talking to the slave girl about.

"... coincidence?

Well, it won't be impossible. What's wrong with corruption is that Ren just happens to hear it on the side. Or maybe that young man, enlivened by a slave girl, courageously accused him. And bald scholar corruption was discovered at this time when the memory of the story remained colorful. A confused professor escaped into the dungeon.

Yeah, that sounds like a possible story.

No way has heavenly punishment really come down. I was just wondering if it would be too convenient for Ren to think about it. Even if it's okay until corruption is discovered, I feel weird about the flow of Professor Baldy jumping into the dungeon.

Because you've thought about that? Ren's feet were headed towards nature and the square of examples.

Why don't you ask her anyway? Give me a thousand lins, ask me for my stupidity, but if you laugh at me for being a crappy delusion, that's it.

Ren reaches the square surrounded by trees with the desire to refresh the sprouts sprung up in his chest rather than to hear something out.

A skinhead big man was just approaching in front of a slave girl in a piercing coat and a placard in the center of the square.

"Ahem? Oh, my God, that's so weird. - Oh, no, heh. What are you standing for?"

He is a big man with such an atmosphere as a chimp.

What did the big man, who became the face of seeing slave girls and seeing suspicious things, quicken up when he saw the beauty that was revealed in the top half from the placard? He snorted his mouth and turned a disgusting grin. Apparently, he thought of slave girls as a form of sexual sex.

"Hehe. They told me to stay away from this area, but what? Maybe you're Aniki's favorite or something?

……

"And a thousand lins enough? That's easy, dude. I think you could line up ten times as well."

……

"Ma, look."

……

Even when rude words are thrown at her, the slave girl smiles truly and remains silent.

A man takes his wallet out of his ass pocket and throws a thousand phosphorus notes at his feet.

"There you go. Money. Pick it up."

……

A big man who deliberately dropped a thousand phosphorus notes on the ground laughs disgustingly at Niyaniya.

It's a terrible attitude that makes Ren want to hit me unexpectedly watching me in the field. No, if you're really going to get your hands on a slave girl, hit her. But I'm going in to stop you. This is an adventurer who is learning melee magic. Even with chimps who are used to fighting, they have the guts to just not be afraid.

Consolidated his determination to crack and enter, Ren determines the evolution of the situation.

If a slave girl drives you away and you go home quietly, that's fine. If not, I'll stop myself trying to get into a fight.

"Ten minutes after you picked it up, I'm your husband. Kuhehe."

……

The clear smile of a slave girl does not break against a big man who nods his tongue.

She turned her placard around silently, smiling truly.

"All Denied Slave Girls: Time, Unlimited, Free"

On the back placard, that's what it said.

Slave girls stick out to show off their flipped placard complaints to the person in front of them. Naturally, the placard reveals her glossy juicy lips away from her mouth.

The skinhead big man looked surprised.

"Oh? What is this?"

"What is this NOT!!!!! I feel so bad to be able to talk to a cuss like you!!!!! Pep!

Whispering the chimp's voice, the slender husky voice echoed in the square.