Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 116

Episode 116 Great Channing (7)

Bikir got out of the nature where the Great Channing was hosted.

I had just come out of the main gate and entered the side road between the gymnasium and the keep.

“…”

Bikir had to stop at the entrance of the gymnasium.

It was a very blatant illusion of life flowing openly from the other side of the bush.

Soon after, a dark red slash flew in front of Bikir like a snake.

An aura that is sticky like honey and red like blood. It is a sword attack that cannot be unleashed unless you are a top grader.

As many as six teeth were flying towards Bikir.

‘Should we fight back?’

Bikir pondered for a moment.

If it’s an attack of that level, you can block it enough and even insert a counterattack.

However, if the skills Vikir revealed are intermediate grade level, the reaction that can be shown in this situation is limited.

Bikir pulled out the longsword at his waist, took the slash, and deflected it, then rolled to the side and corrected his stance.

The number of teeth Bikir drew with the tip of his sword in that short moment was four. Six flying teeth.

The four teeth collided with each other to cancel out, and only two teeth aimed at Bikir.

Bikir decided to just accept it with his body.

Due to the protection of the River Styx, Vikir’s body instantly turned into black iron.

Caang! earth!

Of course, the sword that had the aura of an intermediate grader was broken in two, and a handful of the hem of the cloak was torn off.

Kwak Kwa Kwak!

The slash flew on a deflected trajectory and left a large scar on the floor.

The two teeth that came into contact with the body were scattered on their own before even fighting the protection of the River Styx.

“……!”

Vikir noticed that this attack was not meant to harm him in the first place.

As expected, laughter began to be heard from beyond the bushes.

“My nephews are all grown up.”

Earl Boston Terrier. One of the Seven Counts, he was addressing Bikir with a grinning smile.

Bikir corrected his posture with the Boston Terrier in front of him. The spirit of being able to fight even with a broken sword.

The Boston terrier who saw this made Bikir even more beautiful and his eyes twinkled as if he were about to die.

at that time.

“Who draws a knife and goes on a rampage at home?”

There was someone who stood in the way between the Boston Terrier and Bikir.

A huge man who appeared with the hem of black blood blowing. He was the Earl of Great Dane.

he said, glaring at the Boston Terrier.

“Attempted murder of an ascendant. If my older brother finds out about this, you will be put on probation for at least several months.”

“Never belittle your uncle’s affection for your nephew.”

“Affection? Is it love to hide and lay a knife?”

“Originally, children grow up fighting.”

“You madman, are you a kid?”

At the Great Dane’s words, the Boston Terrier showed his teeth under his sunglasses.

“Don’t interfere with the next Pit Bull’s business and go on your way.”

“The next Pit Bull? The next Mastiff. How can we send our lovely niece to such a sloppy community of sluts?”

“They’re so big, they’ll pour out their intestines and beg for their lives, even if their belly skin is cracked even a little.”

“Whoa, whoa. You guys are so chubby that there’s no belly skin to tear.”

The Boston Terrier leading the Pit Bulls and the Great Dane leading the Mastiffs were growling tautly without giving each other an inch.

Now that Hugo isn’t there, it’s okay to engage in sword fighting.

“Okay! Let’s let whoever wins here take Vikir!”

“As long as it’s for the future of my beloved nephew!”

While the two counts draw their swords and confront each other.

“…”

Bikir had already left.

‘They’re troublesome people.’

I expected that if it was the Earl of Boston Terrier, who had an outspoken personality, he would be bothered to show me his exact skills.

It was fortunate that he had the Earl of Great Dane, who was his rival.

Meanwhile, Vikir recalled the power of the slash that had flown earlier.

‘It was more acceptable than I thought.’

The Seven Counts before returning were the best graduates, and the current Seven Counts also had similar achievements.

Bikir was also a top-notch graduate, but there was a big difference in the level of swordsmanship they used.

However, now that Vikir had learned Baskerville’s 7th formula, his level of achievement was superior to that of the Seven Counts who were learning Baskerville’s 6th.

Furthermore, what if the blessing of the River Styx and the power of the demonic sword Baalzebub were added?

‘I can win at least one of the seven counts. It’s too much for two people.’

Who would believe that this was an achievement accomplished in just seventeen?

When Bikir closes his eyes and makes plans for the future.

“Brother!”

I hear another voice calling Bikir from behind.

As soon as I turned my head to something, a foul stench hit my nose.

Set Les Baskervilles. Hugo’s second son.

He was looking at Bikir with a smile on his face.

“Where are you sleeping today?”

“…”

“If you don’t have plans, why don’t you go to my castle and sleep? It’s not too far from here.”

Bikir looked excitedly at Set’s muttering mouth.

What the hell is lurking inside that shell that gives off such a disgusting smell?

Maybe even if it’s evil, it’s usually not evil.

Through the testimony of Sindi Wendy and Chihuahua, we have already secured some evidence that Set is the culprit behind numerous kidnappings and missing adopted children.

This was also the most fatal and decisive of the false accusations Bikir had before returning.

‘……And that wasn’t all.’

Some of the additional information that Sindi Wendy brought to her was something Vikir hadn’t guessed at all.

For example, when Bikir was a baby, it was Set’s mother who sent two poisonous snakes to her cradle. And the fact that Hugo’s eldest daughter, Penelope, was kidnapped by the Rococo tribe was also Set’s scheme.

Sindi Wendy uncovered the history that Set’s aides had purchased two bloody mambas from the natives of the Sea of Water 17 years ago, and furthermore, revealed the circumstances in which Penelope’s walking route and itinerary were leaked to the Rococo side.

Both were information obtained while preparing to trade with the Tribes of the Sea under Bikir’s prestige.

‘……At that time, the person who sold the Bloody Mamba was Balak’s Ahheman. It’s an unfortunate thing.’

Bikir put on a dry smile. I unintentionally paid off the debt of my childhood.

well anyway

The reason that Set was not taken as a suspect was that he had always been kind and weak.

At the time, he was wearing the body of a child, so he probably wouldn’t have been on the line of suspicion at all.

That’s why Bikir had no choice but to stare at this strange thing that had stuck to the Baskervilles for decades, wearing the shell of the set no set in front of him right now.

“So little brother. What do you do from now on? Are you coming back as the underdog’s deputy consul? Or are you going to enter the academy?”

Set stuck to Bikir’s side and continued to be friendly.

at that time. There was a voice that interrupted it.

“I told you to do it in moderation.”

Osiris. He had come on horseback and had again separated Set and Bikir.

He said to Bikir and Set with a stern expression.

“Don’t talk loudly in front of your nature. And since it’s late at night, let’s talk more than this next time.”

If someone I didn’t know saw it, they would have thought it was Kkondae itself.

Before returning, Vikir had similar thoughts.

However, after reading Osiris’ true intentions, Vikir simply bowed her head.

“Then I’ll see you next time and say hello. Brothers.”

Osiris’s expression softened slightly at Bikir’s words, while Set’s expression hardened.

However, it was ambiguous to praise or resentment.

Bikir’s demeanor was very businesslike, so there was nothing particularly wrong with it.

Since the elder said it, there is a justification. Since he promised the next thing, he saved the second son’s face.

Even Osiris could not help admiring Bikir’s skillful attitude in taking care of himself in the most neutral and objective way in a given situation.

* * *

There are many old castles in the Baskervilles that have been built for a long time.

There were so many secluded and nooks and crannies everywhere.

Bikir came to the infant castle today in search of a temporary place to stay.

It is his room where he stayed for a long time as a child.

Crossing the submerged cellar entrance, past an abandoned food warehouse and an unrepaired crack, up the spiral staircase.

Bikir passed through this shady hallway, recalling memories from more than ten years ago.

Moment.

A strange sense of déjà vu comes over.

Bikir stopped walking and turned his head.

There was a scene that reminded me of 10 years ago.

The triplets of the Baskervilles, also known as ‘The Baskerville’s Trident’.

High Bro Les Baskerville Middle Bro Les Baskerville Low Bro Les Baskerville.

I saw half-brothers standing there who hadn’t spoken a word to each other since we met at Taiwan Chan.

By the age of 18, they had grown taller and had thicker jawlines.

“…” ”

…”

“…”

He still had a hesitant attitude when standing in front of Vikir.

Meanwhile, Bikir wore a dry smile.

The purpose of waiting with a knife in such an obscure and remote place is mostly obvious.

“What?”

It was a question posed with the intention of pulling out a knife right away.

OK.

Sureung-

The triplets silently draw swords from their waists.

The aura didn’t rise, but there was something like a firm determination in the aura that radiated from the whole body.

‘I must kill him.’

Bikir made a decision. There is no answer to a hound that can’t cover its urine and sticks its teeth like this.

Murder and extinction.

At this point, it was intended to bury the incident in the flood two years ago as well.

……but?

The triplets then began to react in ways that even Vikir hadn’t expected.

…

All three of them knelt down on their right knee in front of Vikir and bowed their heads.

The tip of the drawn blade was placed on the top of her right foot, and the tip of the handle was pointing towards Bikir.

“……?”

Bikir’s expression turned into a frown of bewilderment.

This is because it was the oath of oath that the knights of the empire only show when they meet the master of their destiny.