Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 20

Episode 20 Morgue Camille (1)

Ten lives with ten people, and a hundred lives with a hundred people.

A person’s life shows all kinds of things, and it cannot be calculated by any one formula.

but.

In Baskerville, the iron-blooded swordsman, a person’s life is schematized and established like a formula.

A representative formula is:

Sword Expert Lower Level = Wizard Circle 1 Sword

Expert Intermediate = Wizard Circle 2 Sword

Expert Upper = Wizard Circle 3 Graduator

Lower = Wizard Circle 4 Graduate

Intermediate = Wizard Circle 5

Sword Master Advanced = Wizard Circle 6 Sword

Master = Wizard 7 The realm of circle

swordsmanship was replaced by the realm of magic.

Also, the young hounds of Baskerville simply can’t eat the age that others eat for free.

Severe training where every moment is like a dead line.

In the process of digesting them, they usually show a series of schematized growth trends.

To re-formulate it:

Sword expert junior = 15 years old

Sword expert intermediate = 18 years old

Sword expert advanced = 20 years old Graduate

junior = 30 years old

Graduate intermediate = 35 years old

Graduate senior = 40 years old

Sword master =?

It grows according to the following formula:

Children of the Baskerville family generally have their first reaction with mana around the age of 7 or 8, and at this stage, at most, they condense mana in their hands and feel its warmth.

The stage at which mana can be loaded into a sword and emitted aura in earnest is about 15 years old.

This stage is called the lower level of Sword Expert.

Also, the swordsmanship that supports mana is also important, and most of the members of the Baskerville family learn the swordsmanship called the Baskerville style, which is divided into 1st, 2nd, 3rd, etc. levels.

Starting with Baskerville Type 1, which is a level that can draw one tooth with the trajectory of a sword, Baskerville Type 2, which can draw two teeth, Type 3, Type 4, and Type 5 that can draw three teeth… Lower Sword

Expert Considering that most of the 15-year-old young Baskervilles who have reached the .

Sword Expert Low = Baskerville Type 1 One Tooth Sword

Expert Intermediate = Baskerville Type 2 Two Tooth Sword

Expert Advanced = Baskerville Type 3 Three Tooth Graduate

Low = Baskerville Type 4 Four Tooth

Graduate Intermediate = Baskerville Type 5 Five Dog Tooth

Graduator Advanced = Baskerville Type 6 Six Tooth Sword

Master = Baskerville Type 7 Seven Teeth

However, those who can learn swordsmanship of Type 5 or higher here are the elite of the elite.

In other words, it is limited to the heirs of the family head.

Everyone knows that the owner, Hugo Les Baskervilles, can now draw seven teeth.

And there is also no one who doesn’t know that Hugo’s eldest son, who is now dispatched to a remote area, can draw five teeth, and the second son, who is in lung training, can draw four teeth.

On the other hand, bastards or illegitimate children who have not been recognized as legitimate, and those with the ‘half’ surname cannot learn more than 5 types of swordsmanship, no matter how much mana they accumulate or how old they are.

Therefore, even if you become an advanced graduate student, there is no choice but to have a clear limit to the number of teeth you can draw.

But no one is dissatisfied with it.

does not exist. does not exist. does not exist. does not exist.

The Baskerville family’s swordsmanship was so great, and just learning the 4 types of swordsmanship was enough to make the world tremble.

……however.

there is.

Even within this great Baskerville family, there are irregulars who sometimes deviate from the formal formula.

Those who deviate from the bad side are hounds who fail to keep up with the formalized stage of development and fall behind.

These things weren’t really anything special. This is because it is disposed of immediately on site.

Things that die during training and disappear as a result of the brothers’ actual combat experience Things that die or go missing during missions and remain only as numbers in the damage report Things that are assassinated according to interests within and outside the family Things that are rarely killed by soldiers… Casualties of the Baskervilles are overflowing, but year after

year the less it becomes

Everyone gets better as they get older.

however.

Irregulars who deviate from the formula with a slightly different meaning are extremely rare, but there were.

Even within the Baskervilles, which are called the family of geniuses, they are also known as geniuses.

Osiris Les Baskervilles, the eldest son of Hugo Les Baskervilles and the owner of a small household, is usually like that.

The little sun that will lead the Baskervilles in the future. A being that everyone unanimously praises as a genius.

Until now, the greatest genius in the family must have been this Osiris.

but. A rumor has been spreading lately.

Mother-of-pearl clouds floated up in Yoo’s castle. A small sun floating under the sun.

Rumors spread within the family that another genius had appeared to succeed Osiris Baskerville in Soga-ju.

Bikir van Baskerville. 8 years old.

According to Hugo Les Baskervilles, the owner of the house, he was a genius among geniuses who had recently risen to the ranks of ‘Sword Expert Intermediate’.

Swordsmanship skills that draw two teeth, and mana that reaches 2 circles if you compare it with a mage.

He is a person who has perfectly achieved at the age of 8 what other brothers would have seen at the age of 18.

Because of this, even the Baskervilles, who were not interested in others at all, would talk about Bikir at least once in a group of three or more.

“…Really? Is there such a child?”

“Where are they born? Are they Ban’s saints? Hmm, then I don’t know where they came from.”

“It’s worth growing. If not, sooner or later…”

Sometimes he weighed his gains and losses with interest or indifference.

Like that, Bikir was already showing his sharp fangs.

* * *

Meanwhile.

‘Idiots.’

Bikir himself, who was the party to the rumors, did not care at all about the gaze or reputation of the people around him.

Everyone knew in which direction the power structure within the family and the dirty power struggle would flow.

How can you not know? He was the pawn of a dog that had been jumping from one rope to another for the past few decades.

…cheap! Smack!

Looking at the haggis falling onto the plate, Bikir thought.

‘I was going to show you two teeth anyway. Even this much is enough.’

Now that the cotyledon has been clearly revealed, it will be possible to utilize the infrastructure within the family to some extent on its own from now on.

As I’ve said before, it’s good to be recognized for your ability in an appropriate line in order to get out of Hugo’s surveillance and develop your skills.

Bikir sat down in the corner of the restaurant and began to mumble haggis to himself.

Even at that sip of salty, fishy meat porridge that goes down your throat, Bikire comes up with many thoughts.

For now, it’s about the real skills you’re hiding.

‘Currently, the officially revealed skills are Baskerville Type 2 and Sword Expert Intermediate.’

However, Vikir’s real power is already equivalent to Baskerville’s 4th level in terms of lower grade swordsmanship.

The stage of going up to intermediate grade is also in front of the nose due to the deep learning at the Mansang Library.

If swordsmanship continues like this, it will not be difficult to break down the wall of 5 meals.

‘I have to go up to the senior grade level before I turn 17.’

At that time, swordsmanship will also be able to reach carnivore. Unlike before the regression, which had to be fixed only in Equation 4.

Furthermore.

…wriggle!

The spoon used to scoop the haggis suddenly twitched.

Baalzebub, hidden in the right wrist artery, had moved.

< Gluttonous fly 'Baalzebub' > / Awl

-1 slot: Burn (Fire) -Cerberus (A+)

-2 slot: Bleeding (Output) -Hellhound (B+)

-3 slot: Super fast regeneration -Troll (C+)

Baal Zebub erased the rat’s skill from slot 3 and took the skill of the troll he killed a while ago to fill the void.

Opponent bleeds, self regenerates at high speed. It was a very terrible combination.

If this ability was added, he would probably be able to demonstrate much stronger potential than a normal graduate.

Bikir thought so and continued to eat the haggis.

Thinking that after absorbing Baalzebub for the 6th serving, only my appetite has grown unnecessarily.

at that time.

“…over there.”

Hearing a call from behind, he stopped thinking and turned his head.

“?”

Unexpected figures were seen standing behind them.

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

The three men who would later be called ‘The Baskerville’s Trident’ stood behind Vikir.

Bikir’s brow furrowed.

“Look at these bastards?”

What is the business and what do I need to ask? Bad words come out right away.

Vikir’s eyes narrowed, and the triplets instinctively frightened.

Is there anything easier to handle than a frightened dog?

As Bikir gripped the spoon he was eating the haggis with, the triplets immediately waved their hands.

“Oh no! Something like that!”

“We just…!”

“It was cool to catch that Cerberus and the troll the other day!”

……?

The moment I got out of the way, I had to frown because I didn’t know what the situation was.

‘A firefighting double-sided tactic? Or is it some kind of deception?’

However, if you look at this trio, who are sending a horse-like stare right in front of you, there is no sign of such a high-end psychological warfare.

If you are still looking at each other, why is it that the chicken meat is sprouting? The atmosphere is not very familiar.

… Back!

Just as Bikir was preparing to throw a spoon at the three puppies’ foreheads.

“young master.”

Another voice came from the side.

Where he turned his head, Barrymore, the butler, was standing there with a respectful attitude.

Appearing without knowing when he appeared, he brought up a business to Bikir in a polite tone as usual.

“The Lord is looking for you.”

* * *

Hugo Les Baskervilles.

He was now sitting on the sofa by the window in a very annoyed state.

“Is the butler still there?”

At Hugo’s question about Barrymore, the maid hurriedly lowered her head.

“Looking under the window, it seemed like they had just entered the lobby on the first floor. Master Bikir is with you.”

“I’ll be up soon.”

Hugo nodded and turned his gaze to the side of the sofa.

Right next to it sat a middle-aged man with a nice mustache.

Morgue Adolph.

Iron-blooded swordsman A representative of the famous magician ‘House of Morgue’, who is said to be a rival family of Baskerville. As the younger brother of ‘

Morgue Lespannet’, the head of the House of Morgue, Morgue always attends external events as acting head of the family. He is the key figure of the family.

Adolf took a cup of tea in front of him and

drank it, then looked straight at

Hugo with a smile on his face. “I hope this annual event goes smoothly.”

In accordance

with the order of the emperor of the previous war, ‘Magic and sword are complementary things’, Morgue and Baskerville held joint training once a year. Although children between the ages of 8 and

15 It was a show-off event to save face for the imperial family, in

which only Hugo, the current head of the Baskervilles, and L’Espane, the current head of the House of Morgue, were involved because of the ownership of the newly discovered ruby mine in the middle of the two families’ territories. The atmosphere was like that of thin ice.

In such an atmosphere, Adolf, the younger brother of the head of the House of Morgue, visited in person. The

purpose of the visit is to promote friendship through an annual event, but… that’s really the purpose. Hugo seemed

insignificant, saying,

“It’s joint training, it’s always gone without much trouble.”

“Heh heh heh. Weren’t the children of the Baskervilles and the Morgues each seriously injured last year?”

“Life is on the line. The treatment was done on time. Can you see that as a mask?”

Hugo’s nonchalant words caused veins to form on Adolf’s forehead.

Adolf, who had raised veins for a while with a smile, cleared his throat a few times before changing the topic.

“Kuhm. Hum. So let’s talk about this joint training. Oh, right!”

Adolf, who seemed to be about to get to the point, opened his mouth as if he had suddenly remembered it.

“I heard that a supernova appeared in the Baskervilles. I really miss you. I’m looking forward to it.”

“…But I’m just calling it right now,”

Hugo pretended to be nonchalant.

However, Adolf, who was very observant, missed the slightest movement of the corners of Hugo’s mouth. ‘That lizard-like human being reacted to the praise of his son. It’s a big deal.

‘

Adolph thought for a moment that he had to go back and report to the head of the family, but then continued, “It

is a great blessing of the Empire that a genius with an iron-blooded sword has appeared in Baskerville only once in a hundred years.

” Not until now.”

Hugo was modest, at least formally.

However, Adolf’s subsequent words were quite provocative.

“This can be said to be very congratulatory. In fact, even in the Rue Morgue, a genius has appeared that appears only once in a hundred years.”

Hugo’s eyebrows moved at those words.

Adolf smiled politely and reached out his hand toward the drawing room door in one corner of the room.

“Hey. Camus. Come in and say hello to the head of the Baskerville family.”

Then, by the power of magic, the door opened by itself.

Soon after, a small girl followed the attendants and entered

. Red-hot hair

and ruby- like eyes. Margan’s face with white lips and straight teeth.

Morgue Camus.

The eight-year-old girl walked up to Adolf proudly and stood next to Adolf.

Hugo’s brow furrowed slightly.

It was once in a hundred years. The supernova of the House of Morgue, who is said to be born once or not.

A girl who hears the word of genius even in the prestigious magic house Morgue, where only magical geniuses gather.

Morgue Camille.

This bright, shining eyes holding the hem of her uncle’s cloak. Even the world’s Hugo couldn’t help but soften his expression a little,

but aside from being cute, Adolf’s remarks were quite provocative:

“We also have 8-year-old geniuses. Let’s see the level of your 8-year-old geniuses.”

The Morgue family has been challenging their children

to battle.

Just as Hugo was about to turn his head away as if he wasn’t worthy to deal with,

Camus’ bombastic remark stopped him from turning.

“Are you the thief who stole our ruby mine?”