Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 38

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Club ‘Burning Suspension’ is closed.

Could it just be that the door is closed? burnt down completely

Bikir burned the entire large hotel building that housed the Burning Suspension.

… Roaring!

Colossal firewood, burning club burning suspension.

This gigantic devil’s den, where the second and third generations of Sedoga gathered and ran to the end of luxury and pleasure, was completely burned down in front of all citizens.

Even though it was night, the city was as bright as daylight thanks to the light emitted by the burning suspension.

A few sluggish youngsters walked around in front of the club with no regrets left.

“why? Are you sorry, pigs and dogs?”

I had to run away with my tail wrapped around the sad eyes of the Pit Bull Knights lined up in front of the burning building.

Bikir didn’t just burn the club.

The VVIPs who came and went, among them, the seven children of the seven families who spent the most money and played the most luxuriously, stood in front of the burning club.

With only the head left.

Traces of torture were evident on the severed head.

Beneath it, the evil deeds they committed during their lifetime were indicted in detail.

Bikir announced the bailiff’s position at dawn the next day.

He came out directly to the square without a spokesperson.

“Before the law, being a nobleman has no meaning. It is the law that everyone must abide by.”

It was an indifferent tone, but the ripple effect was enormous.

Citizens’ public opinion on Bikir was divided into favorable (好) or extreme (極好).

Dislikes are almost impossible to find.

Everyone in the city of Underdog praised Vikir as a consul whenever three or more gathered.

Of course, each of the indigenous families who lost their cherished children did not stand still.

The Montblanc, Pierre, Louisby, Channel, Ferragamo, Hermès, and Prada families each sent a letter of protest to the consulship.

But Bikir’s position was adamant.

“Not only were they involved in all sorts of crimes, but they were also directly involved in the ‘illegal slave trade’, which was considered the most taboo in the imperial family. There can be no consequences other than the death penalty.”

The Emperor of the Empire regarded the illegal slave trade as one of the worst crimes.

The reason is that most of the slaves traded illegally were barbarians outside the empire.

Of course, the emperor did not do this because he was concerned about the human rights of barbarians outside the country who were not imperial citizens.

This is because they are wary of another war taking place to catch them, that is, private strategy.

In order for local aristocrats to engage in privateering, they must form private soldiers, and this may soon be done with a traitor conspiracy.

There is a danger that the slave hunt, which was carried out secretly out of sight of the imperial family, will turn into a rebellion or a coup d’état.

Indeed, this was supported by the fact that the source of several large-scale rebellions a few years ago was an army organized to hunt slaves.

So the Emperor nominally said:

‘It is unavoidable that war causes slaves, but war to make slaves is not allowed.’

Since then, the illegal slave trade has been treated with the same weight as treason and the first degree felony of the Empire.

Bikir cut it off.

“I obtained all the bills issued, the ledgers recorded, and the cash transactions consumed by the seven executed prisoners. These cases are being formally investigated by the Baskervilles and will be reported to the Imperial Family as well.”

To sum it up, it becomes a ‘rebel at the time of refutation’.

After this conversation, protests from the seven families suddenly ceased.

Now was not the time to whine at Vikir for the anger and sadness of losing his son.

It seemed that the family was going to be destroyed right away, but there was no way I could afford to be like that.

In the end, an unprecedented incident occurred in which the heads of the seven noble families personally visited the consulate and knelt down to pray for their sins.

He is in a position where he has to bow down to the man who killed his son and beg for the survival of his family.

The cost of educating children is so frightening.

They banged their foreheads on the marble floor and begged… … Bikir was relentless.

“I have already investigated all the black ledgers in the Burning Suspension. Those guilty will soon be summoned and the treatment will be decided according to the crime.”

If we put the result in words, it would be enough to fill countless pages tightly.

However, to summarize only the key results:

Section 1. All properties of the Montblanc, Pierre, Louisby, Channel, Ferragamo, Hermès, and Prada families are confiscated and reverted to the national treasury.

※ Originally, only the property earned through illegal activities should be confiscated, but at this point, it is virtually impossible to distinguish between legal property and illegal property, so all property is confiscated.

Section 2. The 3 families are destroyed for treason based on the brutes of the Montblanc, Pierre, Louisby, Channel, Ferragamo, Hermes, and Prada families.

※The reference point is based on the 7 people who were executed on October 0th.

Section 3. Among those belonging to the Montblanc, Pierre, Louisby, Channel, Ferragamo, Hermès, and Prada families, those involved in this case will be punished twice as much in accordance with the special provision of ‘Noblesse Oblige’.

※ It does not overlap with the contents of paragraphs 1 and 2.

Shorter, three-line summary:

-Yours.

-all.

– F*cked.

Since the arrival of the new deputy consul, there has been no dry blood on the execution ground for a while.

The dirty blood of the pests that have eaten away at the city in the meantime.

“The flower bed will become even richer.”

Bikir murmured as he looked at the flower bed at the entrance to the execution ground and the flowers blooming there.

The white lilies that the Chihuahua carefully cultivated had turned into red lilies before I knew it.

… … well anyway

In the meantime, the reactionary powers of the Hyangcheong, who had been arguing against the policy decisions of the consulate, kept their mouths shut and hung their heads as if they were dead, and the local empresses who used to fart now shuddered at the sight of the shadows of government officials.

The seven indigenous families, which were worth playing a power game with Bikir, were virtually exterminated with their roots uprooted.

In addition, rumors that Bikir had some of the military authority of the Baskervilles made other cities aware.

Who in the world could not hold their breath before the commander-in-chief of the Baskervilles?

There were no more beings that could get in the way of Vikir at the time of Underdog.

No, rather, those who would give wings to Bikir’s move were appearing one after another.

“Actually, the corruption of the seven native families has gone too far.”

“If you’re going to accuse the new deputy consul of being cruel, you’d better curse at me first.”

“Is it true that new weight comes out just because you grow old and calm down? How to cut out rotten flesh. It was indeed the right thing to do.”

Clean wealthy people who were disadvantaged for being honest, or aristocrats who were exiled or exiled for being too honest declared their support for Bikir one after another.

They did not have power or money, but they were people with thick honor and trust, known as ‘intellectuals’, ‘teacher’, ‘mentor’, etc. to ordinary citizens.

Following them, a large number of intellectuals belonging to Confucianism supported Bikir’s bold reforms, and the approval rating increased day by day.

Bikir took this incident as a watershed moment and reinterpreted all past precedents, and accordingly released all unjust prisoners and prisoners of conscience.

As a large-scale manpower was needed to find out the truth of the past according to this procedure, a large number of public officials and related subcontractors began to be hired, and as a result, the unemployment rate in Underdog City also decreased significantly.

The insufficient salary budget was covered by the tax revenue that surged in the process of expelling the illegal underground economy, so there was no noise.

Because of this, the citizens of Underdog City held large-scale collective demonstrations in front of City Hall every day.

<Permanent tenure of Bikir sub-consul!>

<We strongly urge! May Lieutenant Bikir be forever in this Underdog City!>

<I love you Bikir>

It was a protest that I loved so much.

* * *

The Chihuahua office manager is smiling every day.

The distrust and contempt that Bikir had shown when he first arrived had disappeared.

“Has the consulate gone to work? I have coffee here.”

“If you are an office manager, be faithful to your work. You don’t have to bring coffee or something.”

“This is a personal thank you. Didn’t you save me from being stabbed by a clown the other day?”

“Then a cup of coffee is too salty for a lifesaver.”

“It’s salty~ I put in two pieces of sugar and two pieces of cream.”

The two became quite close during that time, and now it’s to the point where they exchange jokes like this.

Bikir was currently learning how to write from a Chihuahua.

More precisely, how to mimic multiple typefaces.

With the handwriting thus learned, Bikir was making new laws and repairing the old ones.

Ruby mine development project with the Morgue family, price stabilization of agricultural and livestock products, compensation for those who have made contributions to the territory, exemption system for slaves when they have made contributions, equal development of underdeveloped areas, punishment in case of violation of the law Systematically guaranteeing the profits of the time, tax increase on merchants outside the territory, tax increase on the rich, tax cut on the poor peasants, superstition eradication, land nationalization, etc… … .

Among the laws to be implemented in the future, Bikir carefully selected those that were effective, and among them, selected and refined those that fit the social atmosphere at the present time.

Naturally, the legislators admired Bikir’s extensive legal knowledge and bowed their heads even deeper.

Underdog City was developing remarkably even at this moment.

“… … Are you really 15 years old?”

Vikida chicly chews on Chihuahua’s question, which is young in awe.

Before long, Bikir began one of the most important tasks of the day.

“Secretary.”

“yes.”

The Chihuahua ran over and sat next to him.

Bikir still gives orders in a nonchalant tone.

“Is there Tio left in the dungeon right now?”