Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 30

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Episode 30 Special Act on Bikir (3)

-Article 1 Paragraph 1 of the Bikir Special Act-

-100,000,000 gold will be paid immediately to the person who pulls out this stake (hereafter referred to as “the stake”), as determined by the Vice-Consul Vikir van Baskerville-

This law was created and enforced as soon as a 15-year-old young deputy consul first took office.

No one in the legislative body objected to the enactment of these laws.

That would be too… … This is because it was not known what the law was for or what it intended and enacted.

Citizens put on puzzled faces.

“what? Will you give me 100 million?”

“You kidding. 100 million gold is equivalent to 4 years of green wages for ordinary people.”

“What kind of wooden stick did you pull out and give 100 million?”

“This is a show to do.”

People gossip. Everyone was looking at Bikir with an expression of incomprehension.

And it was the same with the civil servants of the enforcement department, including Chihuahua and Baskerville.

The whispering only grew a little louder, but when no one came forward, Bikir opened his mouth again.

“Is anyone there?”

No one answered that question.

By then, Bikir had picked up a brush and scribbled a few more letters on top of what was on the notice.

-Article 1, Paragraph 2 of the Bikir Special Act-

-An additional 900,000,000 gold will be paid to the person who pulls out this stake (hereinafter referred to as “the stake”) as determined by Vice-consul Vikir van Baskerville-

100 million gold and 900 million more.

“Whoever draws this stake will be paid 1 billion gold in cash.”

1 Billion Gold! It is an amount that ordinary people cannot touch until they die.

People slowly started laughing.

“This is absurd.”

“Are you kidding me? What kind of fool would step out!”

“hey! kid! Don’t play around, let’s go in!”

“Looking at this, it’s pretty funny, isn’t it? Maybe something like stand-up comedy?”

People gathered in the square can not help but laugh at this absurd situation.

Among them, there were those who openly treated Bikir as a clown.

But Bikir is still unconcerned.

“Is anyone there?”

Then, I heard several answers mixed with laughter, such as ‘Nye~’ and ‘No~’.

The expressions of Chihuahua Baskerville and other officials of the Enforcement Department are red hot.

‘Why is the shame on us!’

When the civil servants standing in the back can’t stand the ridicule of the citizens and get restless.

Bikir calmly raised the brush.

-Article 1, Paragraph 3 of the Bikir Special Act-

-An additional 9,000,000,000 gold will be paid to the person who pulls out this stake (hereinafter referred to as “the stake”) as determined by the Vice-Consul Vikir van Baskerville-

One hundred billion in total.

As soon as this amount was mentioned, the hall instantly fell silent.

in a dead silence.

“I will pay 10 billion gold in cash to anyone who draws this stake.”

Article 3 of the Bikir Special Act was promulgated.

The central plaza, where all the glances and ridicule mixed with ridicule have completely disappeared, is immersed in silence as if nothing alive exists.

The fact that there was no sound despite the huge crowd gathered made the spectators feel chills.

Chihuahua Baskerville and all the officials in the Enforcement Department were momentarily overwhelmed by this gigantic silence.

But Bikir was still unconcerned.

“Is anyone there?”

This time no one could answer the question.

Citizens were not laughing or making noise, and were looking at each other hesitantly.

“What, what is this? What’s the situation?”

“Are you really giving me 10 billion? Shall we go out?”

“Are you crazy? I know what will happen to me if I leave.”

“Look at that knife on your waist. What if I get summarily executed for a scandalous crime just because I’m a grown-up?”

It’s really unknown.

Why is a young sub-consul who has just been appointed a blue-eyed man doing this?

No one gathered here could guess why they were trying to burn a staggering amount of 10 billion won on a stake that anyone could easily pull out.

“Could that stake be too heavy? To the point that ordinary people can’t even pick it up.”

“No way. I saw earlier that even the civil servants just carried it.”

“Hey, don’t go out! There must be something else on your mind!”

“At times like this, it’s best not to step out.”

Only small whispers can be heard intermittently in the quiet square.

“… … .”

Then Bikir took up the brush again.

The moment he is about to make Article 4 of the special law.

“I… … I’ll try!”

A small palm rose from among the crowd.

A girl in a shabby outfit held a basket of wilted flowers in her hand.

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The girl had a limp and her face was covered with ringworm, a sign of malnutrition.

As she raises her hand and steps forward, a virtuous old man next to her rushes to stop her.

probably looks like a neighbour.

“Hey! It’s Judy! Aren’t you Judy!? You are recklessly stepping out here!”

“grandfather. I’m OK. My mom is sick too, so I have to do something. These days, not even flowers are sold because of the bullies’ annoyance… … .”

“Oh, you boy! You naive boy! If you step out at a time like this, you’ll be hit with a knife! It’s because you don’t know the world… … .”

“lol. In case something happens to me, please be sure to ask my mother.”

Judy came out to the plaza to avoid the neighbor’s grandfather who dissuaded her.

Eventually, Bikir looked down at Judy with a cool gaze and said.

“Pull it out.”

Judy bowed her head as much as she could.

Citizens look at this small and delicate girl with an uneasy expression.

In a pitying, mocking, and excited manner, what that poor poor little thing will be like seconds from now.

Meanwhile, Judy was breaking out in a cold sweat.

‘Ah, do I have to kill you? It became a laughing stock… … I’m sure he’ll give you a few pennies.’

What would be the price of being a clown in front of so many people?

‘I wish I could receive only the value of a basket of flowers.’

Then you can buy a bowl of steaming meat porridge for your sick mother.

Judy reached under Bikir’s cold gaze.

A trembling, bony hand grabs the stake.

yet.

… Poop!

The stakes were pulled out.

The stake was light enough that even a girl who hadn’t eaten blood could pull it out.

“… … .”

Judy was taken aback by the stake, which came out much easier than she thought.

It was the same for the crowd watching and the officials of the enforcement department.

“I picked it.”

“I pulled it.”

“You picked it.”

“I had to pull it out.”

A murmur grows louder around you.

Now what about that girl who pulled the stake?

It was a matter of utmost interest, making the countless spectators gathered here sweat in their hands.

yet.

“… … .”

Bikir raised his hand.

He brought his hand to his waist. It was where the hilt of the sword hung.

Seeing this, Judy closed her eyes tightly.

‘Am I being executed?’

The exact charge is unknown, but perhaps contempt of nobility? Guilt? crime of greed? What kind of nonsense would that be?

In that brief moment, Judy thought of the faces of her precious people. If I leave like this, who will take care of my mother?

Right then.

“no!”

A scream close to death broke out.

A skinny woman burst out through the crowd.

The clothes that were close to rags, the body that only had skeletons and skins left, looked like they were all dying, but she hugged Judy and knelt in front of Vikir.

“lily! Please, please have mercy!”

Judy’s mother. She and Judy fell at Bikir’s feet and began to beg.

“The lowly did not dare to guess the intentions of the High, and acted arrogantly. Please forgive me just once! kind… … He’s a good kid! After the death of his father, feeding his sick mother, selling flowers on the street every day even with a sick body until now… … .”

The mother started to let out sobs.

“Please be merciful… … Fools like us don’t dare to stick to the bloodstains of your sword… … Please close your eyes just this once… … .”

A mother begging for her daughter’s life, banging her forehead on the floor.

The crowd started to rage at her cries.

“… … oh, well done! What did Judy do wrong!”

“There has never been a more sincere and kind girl in this market than Judy!”

“What did that mother and daughter do wrong!”

“If you have power, everything! Who are you to persecute Judy!”

The atmosphere in the square became grim.

The crowd, which had been dead-quiet until just now, began to boil.

Civil servants, including Chihuahua, are restless in this atmosphere where a riot is likely to break out at any moment.

… … at that time.

Bikir reached out for Judy.

His hand passed over the hilt and grasped the hilt behind it.

Doug-

A heavy leather sack held out in front of Judy by Bikir.

Judy looks blankly at the face of Zaru and Bikir.

Finally, she raised her trembling hands and took over the leather bag.

Let’s pull the straps of this incredibly heavy leather bag.

… Wow!

A blindingly bright golden light shoots up from inside the sack.

goldfinch. Countless.

In an instant, the hall fell into silence again.

Judy, her mother, and the countless crowds watching the poor mother and daughter all fell silent.

Bikir said.

“Get 10 billion gold.”

The words were like some kind of oracle.

Judy and her mother are just on their knees in a daze in front of an amount of money they have never seen, heard, or imagined.

And it was the same for everyone watching this spectacle.

“… … That is what the law is.”

By this time, Bikir had declared before all the citizens filling the plaza.

“It must be followed.”

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