Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 381


Episode 381 Hounds of New Wave (5)

That night, there was a lot of noise all day because the prisoners on the 8th floor started a riot.

Numerous guards were injured and taken to the medical corps, and some were stranded in the rugged terrain of the workhouse with injuries and had to conduct search activities.

Even the uninjured guards were admitted to the medical corps in large numbers, claiming that they developed symptoms of itching and fever after inhaling the blood mist.

Therefore, it took an emergency even on the night shift.

The guards skipped today’s evening roll call and early morning roll call and went on watch.

It’s because there are too many vacancies.

“Does this kind of accident happen while the guards are changing their positions?”

“I think Colonel Dordium made a mistake. We can’t go ahead with the construction like this.”

“Isn’t this all because of the blue lava mass found in the Level Ten area?”

“By the way, is Newvag really an extinct volcano? It turns out that what if it’s an active volcano?”

“Somehow, the whole Nouvelle Vague is blown away. But how could that be?”

The two guards yawned and switched shifts.

Both of them were originally not guards in charge of this district, but they were forced to join the job because there was a vacancy in their duty schedule.

……And Bikir took advantage of the gap that was created then.

Bikir dipped the green vodka he had stolen from the jailers into the pool of seawater on the floor of the stone chamber.

Dark ink smears into the water, turning the entire puddle green.

Bikir dipped the prison uniform he was wearing in it.

Splat- splat- slap-

After dyeing it several times, the prisoner’s uniform was completely dyed green.

The black stripes characteristic of the prison uniform were faintly visible, but difficult to distinguish under the dim lighting of the New Wave.

Bikir peered through the bars and saw that the guards were busy with other stories, then tightened his hands.

Zeng-

The BDSM handcuffs broke too easily.

Bikir felt mana returning to his body and nodded.

‘But what kind of restraint is it made of, so it breaks so easily?’

The exact material of which BDSM is made is unknown.

However, it seemed clear that Bikir was influenced by the title ‘Daylily Lumberjack of the Blood Tree’ obtained from Naraksu.

Eventually, Bikir completely broke the BDSM restraints attached to his body, broke the bars, and came out.

And slowly started walking down the hallway.

Jeobeok-jeobeok-jeobeok-jeobeok-

At that time, one of the guards who was on duty in front of me widened his eyes when he saw Bikir.

“……Huh? Why is the doctor here?”

He seemed to mistake Bikir for a medical worker when he saw the green top and bottom he was wearing.

After all, it is hard to believe that a person wearing green clothes and walking around outside without handcuffs or chains at this time is a prisoner.

Bikir replied calmly.

“I am the doctor in charge of quarantine in the Level 9 area. This time, the Level 8 ‘Plague Leper’ said that blood and saliva were scattered all over the place, so it was being checked for the last time.”

“Oh yeah?”

The guard sent a slightly suspicious look, but he couldn’t imagine that the other person was a prisoner.

“Looking at the previous work log, there is no entry record…”

“Is that so? It’s been a while since I came in. I didn’t notice the time passing because I was meticulously disinfecting. Did all the other team members leave first?”

“Haha- You have a sense of calling. Looking at the work log ahead of me, there was quarantine work. It’s recorded that everyone went out at that time, but… I’ve been busy these days, so I think one person was missing.”

The jailer smiled in satisfaction at Bikir’s words.

It seems to be relieved to hear that he meticulously disinfected the area where he stayed while working.

“Okay, go. Please take good care of us so that we don’t get the plague.”

“Is it possible?”

Bikir nodded at the jailer and passed through the hallway.

‘……good. I passed the first stage without incident.’

Poseidon Colonel Dordium’s jailer relocation found at the explosion point.

It was the result of an exquisite combination of these three results.

It felt new walking down the corridors of the Nouvelle Vague at night

.

The feeling of limitless freedom and liberation seemed to lengthen my height and limbs by several centimeters.

But even for a while, Vikir quietly headed to a corner of the hallway.

That’s where the furnishings room is.

It was a munitions warehouse where the uniforms, epaulettes, military boots, and weapons used by the guards were stored.

‘The prisoner’s supplies are managed like a knife, but the guards’ supplies are surprisingly poor.’

Items such as sardines and bread tools given to prisoners are subject to extremely detailed inventory and quantity checks.

But surprisingly, the supplies given to the guards were neglected quite poorly.

The county clerk, standing on guard in front of the warehouse, was sitting with a drowsy expression on his face, reading a novel that had been read hundreds of times and had frayed pages.

“‘Worn out newbie’… I must have read this 200 times already. It’s not interesting. I want to see an anecdote soon.”

At that time, there was someone who caught the county governor’s attention.

Burn marks covering his face in his unkempt hair.

It was Bikir in a jailer uniform that was torn and bloody in places.

[You’re a poisonous person. Carving burn marks on your face. Well, since the basilisk has super regenerative ability, it can be recovered anytime

.

Bikir pretended to be frustrated and hit the chest once with his fist to make Dekarabia shut up.

Then, pressing down on the brim of his hat, he opened his mouth.

“Hello, Gyewon-sama. I came here to see if I could get some of the uniforms left over.”

“Ehh- what is it? Are you also torn from the riot today? There are a lot of people with torn uniforms coming today.”

“Yes. I just got back from being stranded at the bottom of a crevasse in the canyon. I tried to mend my uniform, but I couldn’t seem to do anything with sewing…

” There is. Wait. I’ll get one soon.”

The county governor closed the book he was reading and entered the warehouse to rummage through things.

Eventually, he came out with all the accessories, such as a guard uniform that fit Bikir’s body, military boots, epaulettes, and badges of rank.

“What should I write my name on Obaroque?”

When the county governor asked, Bikir answered right away.

“I am the second lieutenant of ‘Garm Nord’.”

* * *

< Garm Nord > / ◆

A badge of rank with a name tag and a diamond on it.

Bikir wore rank insignia on his chest and shoulders.

Since I had been watching the guards up close, I was able to imitate all the guards’ actions and words.

step.

“This is not the time to wear it yet.”

Bikir put a name tag that read ‘Garm Nord’ into his mouth.

It was the moment when a low-level guard with no name or affiliation was born in New Wave.

Jeobeok-jeobeok-jeobeok-jeobeok-

After wearing the guard uniform and rank insignia, it was a breeze.

Doors and corridors that could never be exited without a guard could be passed through without suspicion.

at that time. A guard called Bikir walking down the aisle late at night.

“Hey. Ensign over there.”

A guard with the rank of captain summoned Bikir and stopped him.

Bikir paused for a moment. Did it raise suspicion because he didn’t wear a name tag?

……but it wasn’t.

“Can’t you see the trash on the floor there? Pick it up and go.”

The captain insisted on having Bikir pick up the garbage closer to him and went on his way.

‘Good thing. It’s a society that prioritizes class rather than name.’

Humans are all the same everywhere.

Look at the position or rank first rather than the name of the other person and decide whether to be interested or not to remember the name.

In that respect, the so-called rank badge was a good camouflage to avoid suspicion.

No one was interested in the name of the so-called low-ranking prison guard, so there was no dispute about whether he had a name tag or not, what his face looked like, how tall or short he was, or what he wore.

Bikir smoothly climbed the central staircase on the 9th floor and headed for the 8th, 7th and 6th floors.

The final destination was the 5th floor.

When Bikir has just left the 6th floor and is about to open the door on the 5th floor.

“……Grim?”

A voice came from behind that caught Bikir’s steps and stopped him.

For the first time, a person appeared who recognized the identity of Bikir by looking at his face and body shape, not class.

Where Bikir slowly turned his gaze, he saw a familiar face standing there.

Female guard standing on crutches with bandages on her legs and arms.

Lieutenant Kirko Grimm was standing there, tilting his head in puzzlement.

“Right, right? Why are you there at this time? I didn’t see you during the roll call earlier, so where are you?

Bikir pondered for a moment.

‘Should I remove it?’

But I didn’t like it very much.

Normally, I would have used my hands mercilessly, but… Considering the last will of Gareum, who lent his name and identity, it seemed like it would be good to let go of this much.

‘It’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen on the 5th floor anyway.’

Bikir’s long-awaited escape plan is perfect.

And if you don’t know it now, that woman was definitely a person who would be of help in the future.

“…”

Bikir did not respond to Kirko’s call and just entered the door.

“Huh? Hey- Gareum!”

Kirko opened her eyes wide in surprise at the unexpected situation.

It was an unbeautiful attitude that always laughed like an idiot whenever I saw myself.

“What is it? Are you going to watch over another area?”

Kirko was also busy returning from the medical unit, so there was no time to stand still.

She tilted her head once more and headed back on her way.

“…What is it? People called at most. I was just trying to say thank you for the level 8 riot.”

But the other side is a gap. That ‘stupid hair’.

Kirko soon stopped caring about Gareum.

There’s no way that timid guy will have an accident anywhere, so it won’t matter where he goes at this late hour.

Saying thank you was enough if we met next time and talked about it properly.

Jerbuck- Jerbuck- Jerbuck-

Like Bikir, Kirko gradually melted into the dark hallway.

Bikir goes up and Kirko goes down.

So each in the opposite way.


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Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound, Revenge of the Sword Clan's Hound
Score 8.8
Status: Completed Released: 2020
He was the hound of the Baskerville family: Vikir. Yet his loyalty was rewarded by the blade of a guillotine dirtied by slander. “I will never live the life of a hound slaughtered after the rabbit is caught.” In place of death, an unexpected opportunity awaits him. Vikir’s eyes glowed red as he sharpened his canines in the dark. “Just you wait, Hugo. I will rip out your throat this time.” It’s time for the hound to exact bloody revenge on his owner.

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