Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 36

Episode 36 Slave Auction (2)

The appearance of the slave boy on the stage made the hall quiet for a moment.

Cheeks that haven’t lost their breast meat yet, but a sharp jawline nonetheless.

A sharp nose, tightly closed crimson lips, thick straight eyebrows and long eyelashes.

In addition to that precious black hair and red eyes.

The half-naked body was tanned in a healthy brown color, but judging by the white underwear marks here and there, it seems that it was originally white skin without a single blemish.

The boy’s beauty shined even with the addition of basic makeup applied to slaves on stage.

Bikir. Bikir van Baskerville.

he was on the stage

the moderator said.

“Hey! How is it! This item was registered at the end of the auction! The quality of the product is so good that we can expect a great competition!”

As expected, there is still silence under the stage.

Even the savage girl inside the cage, who was running amok on the other side of the stage after failing to bid at the auction, became silent after Bikir appeared.

at that time.

Someone held up a bid sign.

“600 million!”

A lady wearing a butterfly mask exclaims in a gasp.

“600 million! No, 650 million!”

Then the middle-aged man on the other side jumped up as if he couldn’t lose.

“800 million!”

“What!? Aren’t you a man!?”

“What does that have to do with a man and 800 million!”

“That’s not it! What is the man taking that child for!?”

“Heh heung! You know what! I’m doing that to use as a gladiator!”

“Fuck! Can that little kid hold a sword properly!?”

“Come on, you two. If you want to fight, go home and fight. I will call you 900 million won.”

“I’m a billion!”

“1.15 billion!”

“1.3 billion!”

“1.5 billion!”

A bloody price competition has begun. Now, the price of Sujeje is starting to run into billions.

Just when the moderator is ecstatic while calculating fees.

“Six billion.”

A bomb-like amount came out.

Where everyone’s eyes are directed, they see a fat man smacking his lips.

“…Umm, the author.”

“Baron Gambino of the grain belt! He’s a rare man to meet.”

“A madman grows up once.”

“Recently, they say that he has rapidly increased his family by absorbing underground funds, but his financial power is truly amazing.”

People around her turn their heads with bitter expressions.

Some of the noble ladies who had been grinding this out suggested that they fight against him even by saving up money, but it was a long way to deal with Baron Gambino, who is making a name for himself as an upstart underworld.

at that time.

“……Baron. Isn’t that too much spending?”

The secretary next to Baron Gambino opened his mouth.

Wearing a monocle in a short green blonde haircut, she gave off a rather cold and haughty look.

Baron Gambino slightly frowned at his secretary’s point, then cleared his throat.

“Still, if you are a slave of that color, you can get a higher price in the capital of the empire.

“He’s a handsome boy, but 6 billion seems a bit excessive. What’s more, isn’t it the story of when the baron bought that boy and left it intact?”

“Ummmm. Keuheum!”

Baron Gambino glanced as if conscious of the gazes around him, then shouted out loud.

“Shut up, you bitch! After accepting things from nowhere, how dare you arrogantly stand on top of the master’s head!”

“…”

“I like him! They say I live with my own money…!”

When Baron Gambino shouted, the secretary sighed and shook his head.

yet.

Baron Gambino, who paid a huge amount of money to win the bid, brought Bikir with a smirk.

Then he raised his fat hands and started rubbing Bikir’s ass.

“…”

Bikir looked at the Baron Gambino in front of him with a new look and the hand that was touching his butt as if he was massaging it.

Seeing Bikir’s face like this for the first time in his life, Baron Gambino laughed as if he was satisfied.

“Why? Is it unfamiliar? It will happen often from now on, so get used to it.”

“…”

“Heh heh- don’t worry. I’ll let you touch my butt fairly. Later tonight…”

said Baron Gambino, scanning Vikir’s body with a sly expression.

right at that moment.

Bikir raised both hands.

Baron Gambino, not knowing that he was asking for the handcuffs to be released, chuckled and tried to lift the key.

…quickly! Wood deok!

The handcuffs in front of me are torn apart in the blink of an eye.

Steel handcuffs that tear like paper. and chains.

Bikir broke the restraints attached to his wrists with only the strength of his grip.

Then, at a loss for words, he held out both palms to Baron Gambino, who had a blank expression on his face.

“Put your ass on.”

There was no resistance and no time to do anything.

Bikir flipped over Baron Gambino’s fat body with such ease that he grabbed his fat ass with his hand.

Damn it!

A terrifying noise was heard, and soon Baron Gambino began to clatter his pigs.

“Quaaaaaaagh!”

The red blood fountain drenches the surroundings.

Seeing a man torn to death alive, the people around him started screaming in unison.

Soon, the mercenaries who acted as guards began to run hurriedly.

but.

Jjoeok-jjeok-seokkeop!

The necks and bodies of the rushing guards are separated at once and rolled on the floor separately.

As if it had been pulled out before I knew it, Bikir had a long black blade protruding from his wrist.

Buzzing, buzzing-

The demonic sword, Baalzebub, sucked blood and began to cry.

“Hit and hit! Catch and kill!”

The nobles even called in their personal escorts.

Although the mercenary knights drew their swords and attacked, raising their auras.

…Tsutsutsutsutsu

Bikir also radiated an aura.

The swordsmanship that unfolds before long is Baskerville’s 5th type.

Dosari’s five ambush teeth flew in at once and bit the nape of the enemy’s neck.

Patter- Patter- Patter-

A shower of blood falls.

Bodies that had lost their heads were crumbling on their knees.

The swordsmen who barely escaped the cataclysm in the back couldn’t help but be astonished.

An aura as red and sticky as blood. Graduator!

The final weapon that represents a country’s national power, a killing machine only for killing.

Bikir always decapitated one person with every step he took.

One step, one kill. One person dies with every step.

The road Bikir had walked was only a few dozen steps, but a shower of blood was already pouring down around him.

There was only one thought in everyone’s head.

‘There is no chance against the graduates!’

As soon as the swordsmen saw Bikir’s aura dripping like liquid, they gave up the fight and started to withdraw.

but.

“You idiots! No matter how much you are a graduate, there is no business in Daguri!”

“If you run away now, all of you will go to slavery!”

“Hey, so you’re not going to make money!?”

“Think of the family!”

The cries of nobles and wealthy people who shouted loudly from all over the place turned some swordsmen’s feet back.

Eventually, the confusion in the auction house subsided somewhat.

Hundreds of well-armed mercenaries were besieging Bikir.

“What the hell is that kid?”

“How can you become a graduate at that age?”

“Even the swordsmanship is familiar… perhaps the Baskerville style?”

“Are you human!? What’s your true identity!”

Everyone looks confused, but the hostility is obvious.

Countless swords, spears, arrows, and magic surrounded Bikir in layers.

No matter how strong the gradienter is, there seemed to be no way to survive in the face of such intensive fire.

even.

“You bastard! Throw away your sword and surrender right now! Otherwise, your party’s lives will be lost!”

A clown on stage was threatening Bikir while holding him hostage.

It was the Chihuahua Baskerville that the clown was about to stab with a knife.

The Chihuahua with a long goatee was looking at Bikir while trembling.

“…”

Bikir paused for a moment and sat down.

Then, the nearby mercenaries point their swords at him and gradually close the encirclement.

Right then.

“The Archon! I’m fine! Please take care of yourself!”

Chihuahua shouted with a determined expression.

Soon he grabbed the clown’s arm and began to pull it towards himself.

The clown was even more surprised by the Chihuahua’s attempt to commit suicide by stabbing someone else’s throat with a knife.

“You madman! What are you doing!”

“Let it go! There is no compromise with injustice in my dictionary! Besides, I’d rather die than grab my superior’s ankle!”

“Does such a line look good with a face like that of a bastard!? Let go!”

The clown and Chihuahua started bickering.

Seeing that, Bikir laughed softly.

yet.

…plenty!

Bikir, who pierced the clown’s forehead with a drop of aura, accepted the falling Chihuahua and came completely down the stage.

The surroundings are full of life.

Numerous mercenaries and knights from local families were glaring at Bikir and Chihuahua, armed with swords, spears, arrows, and magic.

“Governor Ji. Are you okay? No matter how good the Archon is at fighting, this number of people is a bit…… What’s more, you have a burden called me.”

The Chihuahua’s concerns were legitimate.

But Bikir was still unconcerned.

“Don’t worry. When you leave the Baskervilles’ mansion.”

He tore the flesh of his thigh lightly and took out what he had hidden inside.

It was a small whistle in the shape of red teeth.

“……Because there is a hidden card I got from the head of the household.”

yet.

Bikir brought the blood-stained whistle to his mouth and blew it. A high

–

pitched cracking sound rang out.

Those gathered around them were watching only the center of the encirclement, nervously not knowing what Bikir was doing.

but.

The incident started from the ceiling of the barracks, which no one saw.

…BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

There were shadows that cut through the curtain that stretched like the night sky and entered through the cracks.

Countless black bloody robes fell from the sky.

and.

Denggung! Denggung! Denggung! Denggung!

Where they fell, there was a bloody shower without fail, and people’s heads fell off.

“Aaaaaa! What are these!”

“More than a hundred people!”

“And all of them are graduates!”

All 100 students are graduates. Murderous weapons with an aura as red as blood on the tip of a knife.

They annihilated everyone in front in an instant, then went behind Vikir and lined up politely.

Eventually, those who barely survived because they were in the rear were able to guess what the group of 100 graduates led by Vikir was.

“I can’t believe they…”

“Isn’t it? It won’t be. Please, please!”

“Ah, that’s right. Who other than them would use a pattern like that!”

It was immediately apparent by looking at the red tooth-shaped badge on the chest.

The ‘knightage Pit Bull’ of the Baskervilles.

It was the appearance of the ‘specialized sweep’ knights, who were said to be the most vicious not only in the Baskerville family but throughout the entire empire.

He gave a brief order to get out of the way of these fighting dogs, who stood silently in black cloaks.

“Bite them all and kill them.”