Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 41

Episode 41 United Front of the House of Morgue (2)

“Come on! I’ll take care of the administrative work!”

Bikir left Underdog City’s City Hall with a salute from the Chihuahua.

As Bikir drove a black horse to the outskirts of the territory, another black horse followed behind.

“See you again, boy.”

He was a knight in the Pitbull Knights of Lord Baskerville, Staffordshire.

Having previously been in charge of Vikir’s training, he was with Vikir when he subdued the illegal slave auction.

“How’s Uncle Boston Terrier?”

“Yes, the Count is still the same. Ever since the subjugation of the slave auction that day, he has been insisting on bringing Master Vikir to the Pitbull Knights. He also asked me to trust him.”

“what?”

“Don’t let the Wolfhound Knights take you away. Never! Never!”

After speaking, Staffordshire grinned.

Vikir also nodded without saying anything.

The two of them headed for ‘Red Awl Mountain’ on the outskirts of the territory, guiding the attendants, supplies, and other parties that followed.

As the name suggests, Red Songs Mountain is a single red mountain rising steeply.

And beneath it, a broad and flat basin was spread out to make the peak of the mountain stand out even more.

It is near the trunk leading to the great tributaries of the Red and Black Mountains. The river is rich in sediment and the land is fertile, so farming is quite good.

Crops such as sugarcane, cotton, and tobacco were grown, and these were the main products of Baskerville’s estate.

And if you move across this vast farmland, you will see strata lined with reddish veins in front.

The cross-sections of the strata that have been severed due to the earthquake glow red light here and there, and this is a ruby vein.

There were people from the Rue Morgue digging for rubies.

Simple forts built of wooden fences and stones were seen rising high everywhere.

From now on, Morgue leased the area to people, so the Baskervilles had to be vigilant.

Bikir looked at the farmland in the rear and the mining area in front with sharp eyes.

I didn’t see any illegal activity.

Daily scenes of slaves tending and harvesting crops or digging with pickaxes.

Morgue, too, was conscious of the delegation of the House of Baskerville, so he had not violated the treaty.

Staffordshire whispered to Bikir to explain.

“This delegation is nominally to inspect the territory and promote friendship…”

“I know. It’s an outpost search party to subdue barbarians behind the mountains.”

Otherwise, why would the knights of the Baskervilles follow behind them like this?

An armed group of the Baskervilles entered Morgue’s domain disguised as an ordinary territory inspector.

Of course Morgue knew this too.

For some time now, the armed forces of the House of Morgue have also been gathering here disguised as miners.

Now, Morgue and Baskerville will join forces to subdue the barbarians.

Barbarians who do not know that a large number of swordsmen and wizards from both families have gathered here will come here as usual and plunder crops and slaves, and when that happens, it will be the start of the single-handed operation.

Staffordshire said.

“I heard that one member of the House of Morgue’s Mighty Party, 12 members of the House of Representatives, and one member of the Dark Party and 19 members of the House of Representatives came.

“The Morgue family also risked their life and death.”

While the House of Morgue was putting so much effort into it, the House of Baskerville only had Vikir, a member of the House of Commons, bring dozens of rank and file knights at most.

However, the real elite of the Baskervilles were ambushing on the other side of the mountain range, not here, and this was also an agreement with the Morgue family, so it didn’t matter much.

Bikir really came here to inspect the territory and promote friendship.

‘Well, as Hugo said, it would be nice if I could search the ecology of the savages.’

Soon the people of the Baskervilles began to cross the minefields.

Coal mines that had been mined everywhere were visible, and wooden fences and simple fortress watchtowers soared high.

Right then.

“hmm?”

Bikir noticed something and slowed down.

The smell of burning passes by the tip of the nose.

The smell of meat that has been grilled to the limit and is charred when you miss the time to eat it.

Sure enough, the horses get scared and hesitate.

I saw something standing vertically on the ground in front of me.

It was long and pointed, rising vertically from the ground and reaching towards the sky.

And something is threaded in the middle.

Bikir kicked the staggering horse in the back and pushed it forward.

Eventually, the identity of the strange sculptures comes into view.

It was a huge skewer made of iron.

An iron skewer made by gathering trace amounts of iron elements contained in the soil. There is only one being that can create something like this.

“You’re a wizard.”

Having entered the estate of the House of Morgue, famous for being the head family of Madou, it was only natural to have such a sight-seeing.

However, the things that were pierced by the skewer and nailed in the air were quite heterogeneous.

Skull. And charred flesh.

The corpses that had been skewered to death were all burned.

The corpses of both monsters and humans were mixed and stitched together, but some of them remained as empty skewers, perhaps completely burned to the bone.

Whiiying –

Every time the wind blows, the corpses on the skewers turn into black powder and crumble.

…thump!

A lump of charcoal, unknown whether it was from a savage or a monster, fell off the skewer and scattered as ashes on the floor.

“A warning is brutal.”

Staffordshire said, looking up at all the skewered and burnt things.

This is probably to send a warning to the monsters and barbarians in Morgue.

And Bikir already knew one person who warned in this way.

‘……Come to think of it, I must have grown a lot.’

When Bikir is recalling memories of the past.

“Who’s there!”

“Stand up!”

“Reveal your identity!”

Angry shouts came from the watchtower ahead.

Bikir looks up and sees three women descending from the top of the watchtower.

Young women walking lightly down the air, stepping on it like stairs.

Red hair burning like fire A dress that doesn’t match the bloody fortress.

Vikir already knew their identities due to his knowledge before returning.

‘The Morgue Family’s Highsis Middlesis Lowsis triplets.’

Sixteen-year-old wives this year.

Each of them is a master of water, grass, land, and magic, and when the three of them come together, the synergy effect is tremendous?

Born at one o’clock on one day, they were called the three flowers of the House of Morgue.

However, the names they call them in the world are a little different.

Samhwa (三禍).

It means three calamities.

It is said that each and every one of them has a crazy personality, and when all of them are gathered, that shit will pierce the sky.

Beyond their high self-esteem, they were so arrogant that they were notorious even in the Baskervilles.

It is only natural that they are the main culprits who spoil the atmosphere of a friendly confrontation every year with dishonesty.

Moreover, the strong magic skills that covered their damn personality made them even more insane.

The three sisters of the House of Morgue are now guarding the fortress at the gateway to the House of Morgue.

Bikir stepped forward and opened his mouth.

“We are the Baskervilles’ envoys.”

Then, Hysis, who was in the front, smiled.

“so?”

“That’s why. I came for a territory inspection and friendly exchange. Open the fortress gate.”

“Not right now. I’ve reported it to the person in charge, so wait.”

The word is to wait, but there is no promise.

Bikir asked.

“How long do I have to wait?”

“Well? Wouldn’t an order come down by tomorrow? Ho ho ho-”

It was beyond compulsion, it was close to a fight.

Bikir’s eyes narrowed.

“The Baskervilles are entering the land of the Baskervilles, but under what pretext are you blocking them? You are arrogant for a tenant.”

“Oh my God? Are you ignoring me as a tenant now? Don’t you know the Tenant Protection Act? Isn’t that the law that you guys made? Don’t you know your family’s laws too?”

“If it’s that law, I’ve already amended it. So that the real tenants can be evicted.”

“…”

While Hysis was speechless for a moment, Bikir rode forward a little further.

“I’m the deputy consul of the city of Underdog. I made an appointment in advance and this is the last time I speak.”

“…”

“Open the door.”

After hearing Bikir’s words, the three sisters of the House of Morgue exchange glances with each other for a moment.

Eventually, Hisis, the eldest, smiled.

“I heard that a young idiot came to the city of Underdog.”

“Oh, but what about this?”

“If you’re a kid, we’ve been through so much!”

The three sisters raised mana onto their palms.

yet.

…kwakkwak!

The magic of water, grass, and land unfolded and fell in front of the people of the Baskervilles.

Bikir leaned back, frowning slightly.

The laughter of the three sisters roared through the rising mushroom cloud.

“Knack kal kak kal kak kkal kkal kkal kkal kkal kkal kkal kkal kkal kkal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal kal?

“Even if you’re a Baskerville, you can’t recklessly enter the land of Morgue!”

“Where will these older sisters see how bold the supernova of the Baskervilles is?”

Then Staffordshire came up to Vikir’s side and said.

“I don’t think it should be put into words.”

Bikir was thinking the same thing.

Right then.

“Bitches who don’t even know the topic dare to be foolish in front of anyone!”

“It’s crazy!”

“It’s crazy!”

Three cries also erupted from the delegation of the Baskervilles.

Soon, three familiar faces walked out of the dust.

Hive, Middle, Low, Low.

The triplets of the Baskerville family, who were at the rear of the delegation, stepped forward.

These guys, who have become friends again, stand side by side and stare at the three sisters of the House of Morgue coming down in front of them.

they snorted.

“You don’t know the subject?”

“Then you guys are higher in class than us?”

“How dare those who don’t even know the fraction.”

But the three brothers denied them.

“Not us.”

“not.”

“not.”

“Then who?”

“who?”

“who?”

At the three sisters’ question, the three brothers all turned their heads.

“He’s the sign of our Baskervilles!”

The direction the three brothers are looking at with eyes full of respect and fear.

It was the direction Bikir was standing.