Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 173
Episode 173 Anti-Columnist (2)
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-‘Night Hound’ crossed the line. The crime of scorning the imperial family and the seven generations has reached the heavens… Giving up right now and stretching your neck and waiting is the last chance to greet the peaceful words!
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ㅇㅇ (Fever donation, 1st year): The country is going well
. What is the imperial family doing lol
ㅇㅇ (cold bottle donation 2nd year): How busy must ㄴ be in the current situation? Well, what is the imperial family, your friend’s house? These days, things seem to be
a habit of talking I hate the hounds of the night! This is it~~
ㅇㅇ (cold bottle donation, 4th grade): ㄴThis is correct~~^^*
ㅇㅇ (Fever bottle donation, 1st grade): Ugh, the comment window smells like an old man;;
ㅇㅇ (cold bottle donation, 3rd year): Good article~~^^ Always~~only happiness~~ ha
ㅇㅇ (Fever donation, 1st year): But who wrote this column? Did you see the night hound in person?
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Vikir was a little surprised when he read the newspaper this morning.
‘I really didn’t expect that column to be published.’
When he heard it, he chose only the words that were most similar to him, and it seems that it worked.
The number of views was quite high, and the comments were well received, which was quite surprising.
‘……The fear of night hounds seems to be spreading widely, doesn’t it?’
I heard that there are many parents who say, ‘If you keep crying, the night hounds will bite you!’
It seems that he has firmly established himself as a villain who terrorized the empire.
‘I’ll have to be more careful when I go on a demon hunt in the future’
It would be annoying if I ran into the Imperial Knights while wandering around outside the academy.
When Bikir is thinking about his plans for the future.
“Bikir.”
A cold voice was heard.
When I look up, Professor Morgue Banshee’s dark circle eyes follow me closely.
“Did you close your eyes and meditate again today? It’s not John’s.”
“Yes, it is.”
“You’re still brazen. I’ll have to see if you have the skills to do that.”
Professor Banshee, as always, didn’t like Vikir.
So, I used to throw small strikers, such as making wordplay problems that were deliberately twisted several times so that they could not be solved, or problems of super difficulty that undergraduate students could not understand.
“The Imperial Army is having trouble with super-sized strapworms that appear in large numbers during the rainy season on the western front. Among these, separate the small ones less than 1m in length from the large ones more than 10m in length and tell me how to deal with them.”
“The damage to travelers by goblins is getting worse day by day. Goblins are small and weak monsters, but because they move in groups, they are a threat to those who do not know how to use mana. Discuss realistic ways to avoid receiving it.”
“There is not much time, so go quickly. Answer only yes or no. The monster that causes the most damage to the knights and wizards currently guarding the highland fortress is not a wyvern, but it is the opposite of saying that it cannot be said that it is not. It is very difficult not to be able to help. How is it?”
……The problem is that Bikir has never been wrong on those questions.
“A spray of salt or carbonated sugar can cause lethal wounds to small slugs less than 1 m long, while larger species can be easily repulsed with a copper arrow.”
“Goblins have a sensitive sense of smell and are weak against stench. If the ginkgo trees planted along the street drop their fruit, it would be better not to throw them away but to collect them and provide one bag to each traveler leaving the ecliptic. If you throw ginkgo berries, most of them will lose their fighting spirit and run away because of the stench.”
“yes.”
Vikir always responded calmly to Professor Banshee’s barrage of aggressive questions.
There were two reasons for this. The first was that Professor Banshee’s major classes were always related to how to attack monsters in real life.
Therefore, it is possible to present innovative strategies that can supplement or completely replace outdated studies of decades ago.
The second was Professor Banshee’s questioning style.
Due to Bikir’s dislike of attention, he would answer the question the way he wanted, but Professor Banshee always deducted the attitude score of the entire department to which the student belonged to a student who could not answer his question or got the problem wrong.
In other words, since Vikir became the target of Professor Banshee, he had to continue to attack him for the attitude score of the entire Cold Weapons Donation Department.
I decided that getting extra points on the overall attitude score by solving the problem well was the way to get less attention from other students, because people tend to remember grudges for a long time but quickly forget grace.
Penalty points received unjustly because of others are remembered for a long time, but shops that were fortunately received thanks to others are quickly forgotten.
Meanwhile.
“…”
Professor Banshee couldn’t get angry even though all of his question attacks were cut.
Bikir’s answer was the kind of thing only a veteran who had been on the battlefield for decades could do, so I can’t be quick to point out.
How can an 18-year-old freshman know the parts that even he, the professor at the academy, had only encountered in theory on his desk at the research institute?
And that too quickly.
Professor Banshee couldn’t help but look even more uneasy because some of the answers Vikir just gave included strategies and theories that had never been discovered before.
‘Oh yeah… It was like that in the case of Venompion in the past.’
A monster in the form of a giant scorpion that lives in the desert.
Who would have known that there would have been a second stinger hidden in it?
Professor Banshee sent a sample of ‘Venomphion’ to the Royal Mamul Research Institute to check whether Bikir’s claim was true or not, but in the end, everything turned out to be true and suddenly attracted the attention of the academic world.
He waved his hand at the flood of interview requests.
‘It was not studied by me, but by my pupil. joy!’
Since then, Professor Banshee has been watching Vikir with interest (?).
In the end, Professor Banshee had no choice but to acknowledge Bikir’s learning this time as well.
“You’re so handsome. You’re so handsome. You can stand here instead of me and teach your classmates, no, even your seniors. …… Maybe even me.”
“Not quite like that.”
Professor Banshee’s expression contorted once more at Vikir’s short reply.
Finally he growled.
“I hope you go to graduate school someday. And I hope you come under me…”
For the first time, Vikir felt a sense of horror at those words.
The academy’s graduate school is famous for being crazy hard.
There is a saying that prisoners of war from other countries who lost the war and became slaves pity the graduate students of the academy.
However, freshmen in the first year who do not yet know that fact look back at Bikir and open their eyes wide.
Not only was he recognized as a theory by the famous Banshee Professor, but he was even invited to go to graduate school!
It was harder than for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.
“…”
In particular, Sinclair, the chief of fever donations, who was sitting in the front row, was now staring openly at Bikir without hiding.
It was a gaze that sparkled with curiosity.
* * *
After class.
Bikir also mingled among the students who packed their backpacks and moved to the next class or dormitory.
And there was one person who stood in front of such a Bikir.
Professor Morgue Banshee in the course of ‘Practical Demonic Attack’.
“Bikir.”
He called out to Bikir with the slightest hint of displeasure in his hard voice.
When Bikir turned his head, he trudged over and spoke with a twisted mouth.
“Your column last time. In the newspaper.”
Professor Banshee is also an advisor to the Newspaper Club.
It was he who published the newspaper’s commentary on “The Night Hound” written by Bikir.
Professor Banshee asked really curiously.
“Did you really witness the night hounds during your volunteer work?”
“It’s just like I said the other day. I just happened to run into it briefly while walking down the hallway at night.”
“…I see. You really don’t know things like faces and voices, right?”
“yes.”
“Okay. That’s it.”
Professor Banshee frowned and muttered in a small voice, ‘Because flies keep sticking to me.’
Then he looked at Bikir and continued.
“If there is an outside reporter who bothers to ask for an interview, tell me. I have a duty to protect the students in the academy newspaper club.”
“yes.”
Professor Banshee nodded at Vikir’s brief reply.
“……Oh wait.”
Just as he was about to turn around, Professor Banshee turned his head as if he had suddenly remembered something.
“But if I went to volunteer work, that time would have been sleeping time and curfew, but why were you walking down the hallway at night?
“sorry.”
“…Sorry? Is that the end?”
“yes.”
Bikir still answered briefly.
Professor Banshee frowned.
“…Well, I know that there is a custom where boys and girls get together and drink on the last day of volunteer work.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, but you are not obligated to condone such things to me, are you?”
“okay.”
Professor Banshee raised the ledger with a rough hand motion and deducted one point from Vikir’s attitude score.
“…From now on, don’t wander around at night.”
To the hounds of the night, don’t roam at night.
Bikir nodded casually, and Professor Banshee finally snorted, then turned around and went on his way.
Then, the friends who had been watching from afar approached.
The first to come was Piggy.
“Bikir! Did you just lose your attitude score? Why?”
“They broke the curfew rule on the last day of volunteer work.” “Ah! You must be crazy! Did you tell the truth? Don’t lie!
If you accumulate penalty points here, you have to go back to volunteering!
It is the policy of the Academy Principal.
Instead, he could have been put in the unfortunate position of having to do school volunteers during the golden festival after the midterm exams.
That was why Piggy felt sorry for him now.
And after Piggy, Tudor and Sancho also came.
“Hey Bikir! What did Professor Banshee say?”
“At least I would have made a fuss.”
They were newspaper members like Bikir, and they already knew that the writer of the column was Bikir.
Tudor opened his mouth.
“Hey Bikir. Did you really see the night hound back then?”
“Yes.”
“Hey son. Why didn’t you tell me! Somehow, he was serious all the way back that day.”
Tudor approached with a serious expression and patted Bikir on the shoulder.
“How scary must it have been to meet that heinous villain? On the last day of your volunteer work, when you returned to the academy, you kept falling behind and thinking a lot, so I wanted to because you peed.”
“If that happens in the future, talk to us about your concerns.
” Meanwhile,
friends asked Bikir
about
what a night hound looked like and how terrifying
it was. He looked older too. He wore a mask over his face and covered his body with a black cloak. The voice sounded hoarse. I couldn’t hear it well because it was far away…”
At that, Tudor and Sancho Piggy made a fuss, sweeping away the goose bumps on their forearms.
“Wow, I guess I saw it in real life! It must have been really scary!”
“I don’t think I would have been able to move on the spot if it were me. You really have great courage.”
“I heard that the night hound must be at least a senior grader. Hey, how strong are you? Do you outnumber the professors? Wouldn’t that be enough?”
The one-day puppies who used to argue that they would catch the night hound are still fluffy.
Bikire was watching the scene with a little cuteness.
Just then.
“Who is this cold bottle? Aren’t you fools of donations?”
Another fluffy, fluffy puppy blocks Bikir’s way.
A handsome man with a cold expression beneath his dark black hair.
And a badge in the shape of a small snake on
his chest. Tudor and
Sancho Piggy
‘s expressions hardened slightly when they saw their faces
.
It was the appearance of the first-year vice-president who was the overall second-in-command and arrogant.