Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 134

Episode 134 Skill Test (2)

“Morgue Banshee” Professor.

Greasy jet-black hair, pale skin like a corpse, thick eyebrows and sunken eyes.

The all-black fashion covering the whole body with thick dark circles and black eyes makes him look gloomy and strict.

He is an elite from the dark party among the Morgue family, the head of the Madou family.

Having entered the academy early, he did not return to his family after graduating, but after going to graduate school, he was appointed as a professor at the academy.

Since then, for decades, he has been teaching various major classes at the Fever Defense Department, and sometimes lectures on essential liberal arts classes that focus on theory.

Professor Banshee, who is usually strict with himself and with others, doesn’t like students very much, except for a few exceptional geniuses and model students, and especially despises those who are lazy or stupid.

Is that why?

He expressed considerable displeasure and contempt for any of the students in his class who were sleepy.

That too, from the first day of ‘Dare’!

“…Maybe it’s not that the donation of hot weapons is outstanding, but the donation of cold weapons is lousy. Looking at that pitiful sight.”

Professor Banshee is a person who takes exceptionally strong pride in his class.

Feeling the cold anger felt in his voice and the intention of blatant disparagement, all the students of the fever donation and cold donation teams were already mixed in joy and sorrow.

“There was a reason why the seniors of the Fever Donation handed out magical ‘ice that doesn’t melt well’. I don’t feel sleepy because I keep putting it on my neck.

“Wow, I’m envious. Seniors from the Cold Weapons Donation Fund gave out small iron skewers. They said to stab your thighs with these when you’re sleepy.”

“By the way, that guy named Bikir is in trouble. Professor Banshee will take it right from the first day.”

“Aaaah, it’s ruined. I heard that professor gives a group score regardless of whether you do well or not.”

“You gave 10 points to Mr. Sinclair’s attitude score and 1 point each to the attitude score of the entire Fever Donation.”

“It would be nice to have a chief, donate fever.”

“On the other hand, Cold Weapons Donation was doomed from the start. Because of one stupid troll.”

“How can you fall asleep right from the beginning of class? No matter how nervous you are, even if you’re an idiot…”

The students whispered among themselves as they noticed Professor Banshee.

……just one person.

Except for Bikir.

“…”

Bikir, the party to the controversy, was immersed in thought without knowing that the gaze was focused on him.

‘Come to think of it, there was something strange about all the guys I killed yesterday.’

I remember the faces of the twenty-nine who sneaked out of the academy and assassinated me last night before attending OT.

All of them had a strong devilish stench, and of course, their ‘faces’ melted immediately after they died.

It was the characteristic most associated with the ninth of the Ten Sangshis he was chasing after.

‘Perhaps it’s highly likely that ‘him’ is entangled. I have to ask Sindi Wendy to investigate that side as well…’

When Vikir was making plans for the next demon hunt.

“……Bikir. Bikir!”

I feel Piggy poke his side and whisper.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Piggy’s tear-stained expression and the ferocious glances of the cold arms donation alumni pouring towards him.

Professor Banshee’s angry face came into view beyond the silent giggling of the fever donation students as if they were doing well.

Before long, Professor Banshee opened his mouth at Vikir with a twisted smile on the corners of his lips.

“Bikir from Cold Weapons Donation Class B? Looking at the penalty points record, your attitude is already messed up. How the hell did you get into the academy? Dunjae, who has been dozing off since the first day of class.”

At Professor Banshee’s words, the students donating cold weapons sigh and the students donating hot weapons laugh.

This is because the attitude score of the entire cold armament donation will be deducted because of one Bikir, which will obviously lead to a relative benefit of the hot armament donation.

at that time.

Something happened that shocked all the students at once.

“I didn’t sleep.”

Bikir retorted.

“……?”

Professor Banshee doubted his ears for a moment.

It was the first time he had seen a freshman talking back to him in the 20 years since he had been appointed professor.

Even though I have seen a lot of guys who burst into tears or tremble at a single intellectual word.

In front of Professor Banshee’s pale expressionless expression like a wax figure and the gloomy aura that warlocks from the dark halls of Rue Morgue usually possess, there was no freshman who could dare to refute.

He is the one who finds it difficult even for professors like 4th year undergraduates or graduate students.

So Professor Banshee asked Vikir once again while checking to see if his ears were functioning properly.

“You didn’t sleep?”

“yes.”

“Do you make excuses like that when everyone else saw you with your eyes closed?”

“Eyes closed, but not dozed off.”

Then Professor Banshee’s expression hardened.

At the same time, the faces of all the students were gradually turning white.

Professor Banshee’s lips twisted into a more twisted smile.

And he spoke again in a cynical voice.

“Really? I must have misunderstood. The student who just closed his eyes was stigmatized as a lazy dunjae.”

“It’s okay. You may misunderstand.”

“…”

Vikir’s nonchalant reply made the motives, as well as the world’s Banshee Professor, at a loss for words for a moment.

It was to the point where I thought, ‘Did I really misunderstand?’

…Puduk!

Professor Banshee shut his mouth, and a terrifying sound escaped from it.

At the sound of teeth grinding, all the students in the front row had to shrug their shoulders.

Anything that comes out of the mouths of black magicians should be extra careful, but this was a problem before that.

In an atmosphere where the temperature in the entire classroom seemed to have dropped by about 1 degree, Professor Banshee asked Bikir the question in a sharp tone.

“Okay. If you haven’t fallen asleep, you should be able to answer my question. I’ll be nice to you and repeat the problem.”

Professor Banshee glared at Vikir as if he had made up his mind and raised the question again.

“If you have memorized and understood what I have taught so far, you should be able to answer easily. Tell me about the places where the hunters of Balak, a barbaric tribe, fought with the army of the Empire, and guess the place where their base is located based on the location of those places. ”

After he finished speaking, he took turns looking at Sinclair, who was sitting in the front seat with a bright expression on his face, and Tudor and Bianca, who were sitting side by side in the back seat.

Professor Banshee glared at Vikir and said.

“Earlier, your classmates gave me answers that weren’t bad in their own way. Even the classmates who can come up with their own answers like this are listening to my class with their eyes wide open. You didn’t hear that, right? So, let’s expect an answer.”

Professor Banshee left the podium as if he had made up his mind and approached the desk where Vikir was.

It was the intention to take this opportunity to overpower all students by frantically grinding a dunjae that would be weeded out anyway.

but.

‘Oh, the children at the academy seem to be solving this kind of problem.’

Naturally, Bikir did not flinch at all. It’s just amazing.

For Bikir, a war veteran who has been worn out on the battlefield for decades, this problem is easier than tying shoelaces.

Above all, it was a question on which life directly depended, so the answers were imprinted on the bones and flesh.

Of course, the depth is different from the theory that is simply written on paper with a fountain pen.

But Bikir knew the answers to these sorts of questions so well that he hadn’t guessed that Professor Banshee had deliberately put out problems so difficult that the students couldn’t even solve them as a way to overwhelm them.

So I ended up committing the mistake of answering incessantly.

“The places where Balak and the Empire took place are Hill 1, Hill 4, Hill 5, Hill 7, Hill 8, Hill 14, Hill 27, Hill 30, Hill 75, Hill 207, Hill 306 of the Western Front, many of which are mistakenly known as basins and peaks, but in reality Most of the battles took place in winter, so once the ice and snow accumulates or melts, the overall terrain is in a beekeeping shape.Balak’s warriors are characterized by ultra-long-range sniping and guerrilla warfare, and can easily cover long distances and high terrain. It is expected that the residence will follow the general characteristics of nomads as it moves and at the same time tames wolves to secure mobility on the plains, and considering the circulation, it is certain that it is located on a highland deep in the flood sea. Between Point and B, the waterfall area, which is in contact with the west coast of the Sogeumgang River to the west, is likely to be the most likely.”

Even the parts that have not yet been reported to the military secret (military machine) academia.

‘Anyway, after the Ahheman Incident, Balak’s natives moved their residence to another place, so it doesn’t matter.’

Even if you tell me, no one can go there.

It was because predatory animals, poisonous insects, various dangerous plants, and harsh topographical endemic diseases were strictly forbidden for the imperials to enter.

So Bikir gave an appropriate answer in his own way, as long as it did not cause trouble to the natives of Balak.

……but.

Despite Bikir answering Professor Banshee’s question, the silence in the classroom did not change.

“?”

Bikir then turned his head.

Then, a mysterious landscape appears.

…

Piggy on the other side, Tudor and Bianca on the other side, and Sinclair on the other side, and finally Professor Morgue Banshee.

Everyone in the classroom, students and professors, was staring at Bikir with their mouths gaping open.