Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 40

Episode 40: The United Front of the House of Morgue (1)

The morning was bright.

yesternight. After working overtime, Bikir slept in the official residence across from City Hall and the magistrate’s office.

Knowing the fact, Chihuahua went there early in the morning.

“Sleepy magistrate. The morning sun has already risen. Time to go to work now… … Hehehehehe!?”

After knocking on the door of the official residence, Chihuahua went inside and let out a grotesque scream without finishing her morning greetings.

There was blood all over the room.

Blood, blood, blood, soaking the white bedspread and coming down and staining the grooves between the marble tiles on the floor red with a lattice pattern!

The walls, the ceiling, the bed, all drenched in blood.

“ah. Good morning, Secretary.”

Bikir gets out of bed very calmly.

Judging by the sleepy expression, it seems that he was really sleeping until just now.

And on the bed below it was a corpse with a separated head and torso.

This man, wearing a black mask, had a dagger in his hand, and anyone could see that he was an assassin.

Bikir looked at the assassin’s corpse lying on the floor and said.

“hmm? I don’t remember. Apparently, he killed him while talking in his sleep.”

“Gee, are you real?”

“No way. It’s a light joke.”

‘Wouldn’t a 15-year-old be this mischievous?’ Bikir tried to throw a joke of her own on the thought of doing it, but Chihuahua didn’t seem to know that it was even a joke in the first place.

“The magistrate… … What kind of childhood did you spend when you were at your parents’ house?”

“Wasn’t it very interesting?”

“No, it’s not a matter of fun… … .”

Chihuahua seemed at a loss for words in many ways.

Bikir shook his head.

“These days, a lot of flies like this get entangled.”

Two poison arrows, four poisoned glasses, six terror attacks on the street, a knife, acid spray, sniping, arson, running into a wagon, etc… … .

All of this happened in the last 3 days.

This was the first assassin to enter the bedroom, but he was no match for Vikir either.

This is because each of the warriors who have passed through the era of destruction has learned a skill that allows them to feel the murderous intentions around them even while sleeping, and Bikir was the same.

“Hmm. What to think positively Doesn’t that mean I’m getting attention?”

“You have crazy guts, really.”

“You’re being rude to your boss, secretary.”

Skirmishing indifferently and wearing a coat.

Chihuahua was sticking out her tongue as she followed Bikir as he calmly left the bedroom.

“Looking at the consul, it’s hard to believe that you’re really 15 years old.”

“Where will the bloodline go?”

“Even if you are of Baskerville blood… … No, weren’t the rest of the Baskervilles like this in the first place? The former Archon… … .”

Chihuahua continued to chatter, but Bikir was already paying attention to his words.

Instead, what he thinks about is the harvest he got when he robbed the illegal auction house last time.

<The gluttonous fly ‘Baalzebub’> / Awl

-1 slot: Burn (Fire) -Cerberus (A+)

-2 slot: tough life -hell buffalo (A)

-3 slot: Bleeding – Hellhound (B+)

Demon Sword Baalzebub.

In this strange magic sword that steals and absorbs the abilities of the slain, the power of the demon ‘Murcielago the Hell Buffalo’ that I met at the auction house a while ago was sealed.

The troll’s ability ‘ultra-fast regeneration’, which had a danger rating of C+, disappeared, and the vacant place was taken by the hell buffalo’s ‘tough life’.

‘Super fast regeneration’ is the ability to quickly heal an injured body, but ‘Tough Life’ is the ability to become tough and hard enough to prevent the body from getting hurt in the first place, so this one is much more versatile.

In the first place, the hell buffalo was a high-ranking monster that could hardly be compared to trolls, so it was only natural that its effect was superior.

‘I thought there was a corpse of an A-class monster in the auction house. I was lucky.’

Thanks to eating it, I was able to easily defeat the assassin who came yesterday.

The skill of the assassin who infiltrated the official residence last night was at the level of a graduate.

Although he was just a junior who had just joined the ranks of the graduate, it was memorable that he created an aura that was as sticky as liquid.

Unknowingly, I was attacked in an ambush, so I was slightly stabbed in the chest with a dagger.

However, thanks to the synergistic effect created by the protection of the Styx River and the tough life of the hell buffalo, only a thin line of wounds appeared on Vikir’s body.

Even the assassin himself would not have known.

‘Muh, what kind of body is this hard… … !?’

That this would be his last will.

“I need to find out who is behind the assassins and dry the seed.”

“You are right.”

In fact, he hadn’t told Chihuahua, but Bikir was thinking of resigning from the post of consul once this was done.

According to the advice of Sindi Wendy I heard a while ago.

Right then.

There was something that could help with Bikir’s plan.

It was a call from the Baskerville home.

A huge black carriage stood in front of City Hall.

A high-class carriage with the logo of the tooth shape, the symbol of the Baskerville family.

The person who visited the city hall early in the morning was someone Bikir knew well.

Deacon John Barrymore. He had personally visited Bikir.

“young master. long time no see.”

“That’s right, butler. Her face has improved.”

Upon hearing Bikir’s answer, Deacon Barrymore smiled brightly.

“Look at that. Didn’t I tell you when you left your home? I bet you will do well.”

Rumors from the outside are heard even in the main house.

All of them were about the deputy consul of the city of Underdog.

“I was lucky in many ways. The timing was right.”

However, the main character of the rumor is still consistent with dry humility.

Eventually, Deacon Barrymore revealed the business that had come to this place.

“The Lord is looking for you. He probably wants an accurate report on this incident.”

“If it was a report, would you have already submitted it in writing?”

“Haha, is that the same as having my son come and tell me in person?”

After speaking, Barrymore stroked his mustache and winked.

“You have high expectations. It’s the first time I’ve seen the head of household smile like that.”

* * *

Hugo Les Baskerville.

He was still sitting at his desk with an expressionless face.

But Bikir sensed an alien aura emanating from him.

that’s right.

“… … Well done son.”

It was an unusually warm atmosphere.

Hugo put today’s morning newspaper down in front of his desk.

<No. 1 most loved person in Underdog City, ‘Bikir’>

<No. 1 most trusted person by merchants in Underdog City, ‘Bikir’>

<No. 1, ‘Bikir’, the most beloved person of the farmers of Underdog City>

<No. 1 most admired person by the children of Underdog City, ‘Bikir’>

<No. 1 most supported figure by intellectuals in Underdog City, ‘Bikir’>

<The number one person the assassins of Underdog City want to kill the most, ‘Bikir’>

.

.

The result of the popular vote targeting citizens was published on the front page of the newspaper.

“You made a big contribution.”

“I just did what I had to do.”

“There are too many rice bugs in the world who can’t do that ‘what to do’.”

Hugo looked at Bikir with a faint smile on his lips.

“The illegal slave trade is such a serious crime that both the buyer and the buyer are punishable by death. Thanks to your performance, a commendation came down from the imperial family.”

“It is an honour.”

“With this opportunity, I was able to wash away the image of ‘the Baskervilles are good at using knives and have bad brains’. You did a great job.”

The special law presented by Bikir, the performance in the process of promulgating it, and the strong law enforcement showed an example to the imperial family beyond all the cities governed by the Baskervilles.

In response to Hugo’s unconventional personnel appointment, Vikir reciprocated with unconventional results.

Among the family traditions of the Baskervilles, there is a thing called ‘reward and punishment certainly’.

If you do well, you are rewarded; if you do not, you are punished.

Bikir had done an outstanding job and should have been rewarded accordingly.

And today, Hugo invited Vikir to his home to mention the reward.

“Get into the academy.”

The imperial academy ‘Colosseo’, where all the world’s elite dream of entering.

Upon hearing this, Bikir asked.

“Isn’t it standard to enter the academy at the age of 20?”

“As long as you have the skills, there is no big limit on age. Both early entrants and late students can enter. As long as you don’t exceed the condition of ‘you must be 25 years old when you enter, you must be 30 years old or younger when you graduate’.”

“… … I will live up to your expectations.”

Bikir gave his opinion with a brief nod.

together?

Hugo, who would have normally ended the conversation at this point, showed a rare willingness to continue the conversation.

“I plan to send a few people, including you, to the academy, but I haven’t made an entry yet.”

“… … ?”

“Do you have any close brothers you would like to go with?”

It was a completely unexpected question. Isn’t this something a father would ask his son?

‘Oops. That’s right, father.’

Bikir soon remembered a fact that he himself had forgotten.

bastard. After all, Vikir is also Hugo’s son.

Maybe it was because I hadn’t been treated like a son for so long, so I forgot about him.

Bikir opened his mouth after a little thought.

“Hybro, Middlebro, and Lowbro are the best with the triplets.”

There’s nothing special about being the best friend, if you want to stay close to each other, that’s friendship.

“… … Is that so?”

Hugo opened his eyes a little wide as if he was surprised, but he nodded his head in agreement.

“Don’t take note.”

That’s how the conversation about the academy gun ended.

The moment Bikir just finished bowing and was about to leave.

“Oh. Son, wait a minute.”

“… … ?”

Hugo stood up briefly as Vikir stopped and turned around.

Then he spoke in a low voice.

“I looked at the laws of the city of Underdog that you arranged.”

“… … It is the result of immaturity.”

“There are quite a few amendments to the agricultural law. Very efficient and well maintained.”

“It is an overestimation.”

Bikir had overhauled the legal system for large-scale farms on the outskirts of the city of Underdog, in the area where the lower reaches of the Red and Black Mountains met the broad plains.

In addition to ruby ​​mines, there are many rice fields that grow sugarcane, tobacco, cotton, and so on.

Primarily barbarian prisoners were working there.

Is that why? The savages who occasionally raided across the border often targeted the farms on the outskirts of Underdog City.

said Hugo.

“How about a brief visit to the estate before entering the academy? You should also see if the laws you have arranged are being followed. It will be a good experience.”

“I will follow your orders.”

Bikir still prostrates himself without much disagreement.

at that time.

Hugo, who was looking at him with satisfaction, suddenly asked.

“But. Are you going alone?”

“… … ?”

Bikir tilted his head.

So, are you going to inspect the estate alone in a group of branches?

When Vikir looked at Hugo with a puzzled expression, he sat down again in his chair and spoke in a relaxed voice.

“This visit to the territory is a joint operation.”

At Hugo’s words, Vikir kept his mouth shut and remained silent. It was an expression that he needed a little more explanation.

Hugo, who understood that, brought out the real point.

“Do you remember the strategy you set up when you were 8 years old? That’s why, at the time of the ruby ​​mine.”

“… … of course. I remember that the main content was to lease the ruby ​​mine area to Morgue and drive the barbarians there to keep the two forces in check.”

The so-called Chado Murder Indicator.

In order to expand the borders, he had to run into barbarians anyway, so he was determined to use Morgue’s hand to eliminate them.

Hugo’s mouth was filled with a smile.

“The plan worked.”

“Hams were eaten… … ?”

“Morgue made an offer first. In a very low profile.”

It had been a long time since Hugo looked so happy.

He opened his mouth to Bikir.

“You’re asking what a joint subjugation battle would be like.”