Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 30

Episode 30 Special Act on Vikir (3)

-Special Act on Vikir, Article 1, Paragraph 1-

-The person who draws this stake (hereinafter referred to as “the stake”) will receive 1,000,000,000 gold immediately as determined by Vice-Consul Vikir van Baskerville-

15 This law was created and enforced as soon as the young deputy consul of the age of three first took office.

No one in the legislative body objected to the enactment of these laws.

That’s what he would be too… It’s because he didn’t know what the law was for or what he intended and legislated for.

Citizens put on puzzled faces.

“What? You’re going to give me 100 million?”

“You’re kidding. 100 million gold is equivalent to 4 years of green wages for ordinary people.”

“What kind of wooden stick did you give 100 million to?”

“What are you doing on this show?”

People gossip. Everyone was looking at Bikir with an expression of incomprehension.

And it was the same with the civil servants of the enforcement department, including Chihuahua and Baskerville.

The whispers got a little louder, but when no one came forward, Bikir opened his mouth again.

“Is anyone there?”

No one answered that question.

By that time, Bikir had picked up a brush and scribbled a few more letters on top of what was attached to the notice.

-Article 1, Paragraph 2 of the Vikir Special Act-

-The person who draws this stake (hereinafter referred to as “the stake”) will be given an additional 900,000,000 gold as determined by Vice-Consul Vikir van Baskerville- Receive 100 million gold and 900 million gold

more.

“Whoever draws this stake will be paid 1 billion gold in cash.”

1 Billion Gold! It is an amount that ordinary people cannot touch until they die.

People slowly started laughing.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Are you kidding me? What kind of fool would step up!”

“Hey! Little boy! Don’t play around and let’s go in!”

“Looking at this, it’s pretty funny, isn’t it like a stand-up comedy?”

People gathered in the square can not help but laugh at this absurd situation.

Among them, there were those who openly treated Bikir as a clown.

But Bikir is still unconcerned.

“Is anyone there?”

Then, I heard several answers mixed with laughter, such as ‘Nye~’ and ‘No~’.

The expressions of Chihuahua Baskerville and other officials of the Enforcement Department are red hot.

‘Why is the shame on us!’

When the civil servants standing in the back can’t stand the ridicule of the citizens and get restless.

Bikir calmly raised the brush.

-Article 1, Paragraph 3 of the Vikir Special Act-

-An additional 9000000000 gold will be paid to the person who draws this stake (hereinafter referred to as “the stake”) as determined by Vice-Consul Vikir van Baskerville- A total of 10 billion

.

As soon as this amount was mentioned, the hall instantly fell silent.

in a dead silence.

“Whoever draws this stake will be paid 10 billion gold in cash.”

Article 3 of the Bikir Special Act was promulgated.

The central plaza, where all the glances and ridicule mixed with ridicule have completely disappeared, is immersed in silence as if nothing alive exists.

The fact that there was no sound despite the huge crowd gathered made the spectators feel chills.

Chihuahua Baskerville and all the officials in the Enforcement Department were momentarily overwhelmed by this gigantic silence.

But Bikir was still unconcerned.

“Is anyone there?”

This time no one could answer the question.

Citizens were not laughing or making noise, and were looking at each other hesitantly.

“What is this? What’s the situation?”

“You mean you’re really giving me 10 billion? Shall I go out and see?”

“Are you crazy? You know what will happen if you go out.”

“Look at that sword at the waist. What if I get summarily executed for being a bad person for being a good person?”

It’s really unknown.

Why is a young sub-consul who has just been appointed a blue-eyed man doing this?

No one gathered here could guess why they were trying to burn an enormous amount of money of 10 billion on that stake that anyone could easily pull out.

“Couldn’t that stake be too heavy? It’s so heavy that ordinary people can’t even pull it out.”

“That can’t be the case. I saw earlier that even the civil servants just carried it.”

“Hey, don’t go out! There must be another plan!”

“At times like this, it’s best not to step out.”

Only small whispers can be heard intermittently in the quiet square.

“…”

Then Bikir took up the brush again.

The moment he is about to make Article 4 of the special law.

“I… I’ll try!”

A small palm rose from among the crowd.

A basket of wilted flowers was held in the hand of a girl in a shabby outfit.

The girl had a limp and her face was covered with ringworm, a sign of malnutrition.

As she raises her hand and steps forward, a virtuous old man next to her rushes to stop her.

probably looks like a neighbour.

“Honey! Judy! Aren’t you Judy!? You’re not going anywhere!”

“Grandpa. I’m fine. Mommy is sick too, but I have to do something. These days, bullies don’t even sell flowers…” “Oh, you

bastard! Hey…”

“Hehe. Just in case something happens to me, please ask my mom.”

Judy came out to the plaza to avoid the neighbor’s grandfather who dissuaded her.

Eventually, Bikir looked down at Judy with a cool gaze and said.

“Pull it out.”

Judy bowed her head as much as she could.

Citizens look at this small and delicate girl with an uneasy expression.

In an attitude of sympathy, mockery, and excitement about what that poor poor little thing will be like seconds from now.

Meanwhile, Judy was breaking out in a cold sweat.

‘Oh, do I have to kill you? I’ve become a laughing stock like this… I’m sure you’ll give me a few pennies.’

What would be the price of being a clown in front of so many people?

‘I wish I could receive only the value of a basket of flowers.’

Then you can buy a bowl of steaming meat porridge for your sick mother.

Judy reached under Bikir’s cold gaze.

A trembling, bony hand grabs the stake.

yet.

… Plenty!

The stakes were pulled out.

The stake was light enough that even a girl who hadn’t eaten blood could pull it out.

“…”

Judy was taken aback by the stakes that came out much easier than she thought.

It was the same with the crowd watching and the officials of the enforcement department.

“I pulled it out.”

“I pulled it out.”

“You picked it.”

“I had to pull it out.”

A murmur grows louder around you.

Now what about that girl who pulled the stake?

It was a matter of extreme interest that made the countless spectators gathered here sweat in their hands.

yet.

“…”

Bikir raised his hand.

He brought his hand to his waist. It was where the hilt of the sword hung.

Seeing this, Judy closed her eyes tightly.

‘Am I being executed?’

The exact charge is unknown, but perhaps contempt of nobility? Guilt? crime of greed? What kind of nonsense would that be?

In that brief moment, Judy thought of the faces of her precious people. If I leave like this, who will take care of my mother?

Right then.

“no!”

A scream close to death broke out.

A skinny woman burst out through the crowd.

Her body, which was almost like rags, looked like she was dying, but she hugged Judy and knelt in front of Vikir.

“Sir! Please, please, have mercy!”

Judy’s mother. She and Judy fell at Bikir’s feet and began to beg.

“I dare not guess the intentions of a high person and act arrogantly. Please forgive me just once! A kind…a good child! I have been feeding my sick mother after my father died, and I have been living on the street every day even with a sick body. Selling flowers…”

The mother began to let out tears.

“Please be lenient… Petty things like us don’t dare to be stuck with the bloodstains from the master’s knife… Please close your eyes just this once…”

She smacked her forehead on the floor and said, A mother begging for her life.

The crowd started to rage at her cries.

“…well done! What did Judy do wrong!”

“There has never been a more sincere and kind girl in this market than Judy!”

“What’s wrong with that mother and daughter!”

“It’s all about having power! Who are you to persecute Judy!”

The atmosphere in the square became grim.

The crowd, which had been dead-quiet until just now, began to boil.

Civil servants, including Chihuahua, are restless in this atmosphere where a riot is likely to break out at any moment.

……at that time.

Bikir reached out for Judy.

His hand passed over the hilt and grasped the hilt behind it.

The

heavy leather sack Bikir held out in front of Judy’s eyes.

Judy looks blankly at the face of Zaru and Bikir.

Then she raised her trembling hands and took over the leather bag.

Let’s pull the straps of this incredibly heavy leather bag.

…Faah!

A blindingly bright golden light shoots up from inside the sack.

goldfinch. Countless.

In an instant, the hall fell into silence again.

Judy, her mother, and the countless crowds watching the poor mother and daughter all fell silent.

Bikir said.

“Get 10 billion gold.”

The words were like some kind of oracle.

Judy and her mother are just on their knees in a daze in front of an amount of money they have never seen, heard, or imagined.

And it was the same for everyone watching this spectacle.

“…the law is like this.”

By this time Bikir had made a declaration before all the citizens filling the square.

“It will be observed.”