Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 61

Episode 61 The Protagonist of the Capture System (1)

The Capture System.

A grand festival was held in Balak’s village.

In fact, there is nothing to call it a festival, and it is Balak who lives every day happily, but on a day like today when meat is plentiful, it is especially noisy.

When the vine is cut, clear water pours out and collects in a large stone pot.

Lobsters, freshwater crabs, turtles, carp, catfish, venison, rabbit meat, squirrel meat, snake meat, caterpillars, beetles, ants, frogs, lizards, seaweed, tree berries, mushrooms, tree roots, and other foodstuffs were put into the stone pot where the water was boiling.

A huge stone pot boiling in the center of the village.

All the small game collected by the hunters of Balak are put into this and brewed with rich broth.

All the villagers equally receive a bowl of this meat soup.

And large game, such as deer or wild boar, was being roasted separately around the stone pot.

Everyone gathered around this huge piece of meat and sang and danced happily.

In this noisy and excited atmosphere, the thing that attracted everyone’s attention the most was the huge chunk of meat, bigger than the stone pot in the center of the village.

Ox Bear. A huge land-type monster weighing 1 ton.

Excluding the bones and fur, the pure meat weighs over 800 kilograms.

This huge chunk of meat was the main character of today’s looting festival.

And naturally, the hunter who caught the ox bear receives the respect, adoration and gratitude of all the villagers.

It was Iyen and Bikir.

“How does it feel to be a hero and a slave?”

Vikir did not give a specific answer to Ayen’s question.

She smiled and patted Bikir on the back.

“Oxbears are very honorable prey. Not only are they strong and ferocious, but they are also very intelligent. They are dark-eyed, slow-moving, simple, and timid, unlike wild boars, which tend to shit when they run away.”

Iyan shouted loudly as if she wanted someone to hear.

Then, from beyond the campfire where the meat was being roasted, grunts and pains were heard.

It was Ahhun who had caught a fairly large wild boar.

“…Damn it. How did a dying guy catch something like this? He must have been incredibly lucky.”

Ahun spat on the ground once and glared at Bikir.

Eventually, Ahhun takes a knife and slices the Oxbear’s meat.

The intestines and blood are easily perishable, so they are immediately boiled in the hot water, and the flesh is cut into small pieces by part and distributed fairly.

Eventually, Ahhun passed the chunk of meat to the villagers who had lined up and to Bikir who stood behind them.

……but?

Bikir’s expression slightly frowned upon accepting the meat.

The size and weight of the piece of meat given to Bikir was extremely small compared to the ones received by others.

Even less than the amount taken by the infirm old or the snub-nosed children.

Bikir raised his head in protest.

“What are you doing?”

“……?”

Then, Ah-hun raises his head in annoyance. The expression of not knowing English.

Rather, he questioned with resentment.

“What are you talking about, you son of a slave?”

“Why is my meat so little?”

“What? Of course it is. Your honor is that high!”

Ahhun screamed.

When Bikir made a puzzled expression, Iyen, who was next to him, smiled and stepped out.

“This is Balak’s tradition. The person who contributes the most to the hunt takes the least. He instead gets as much honor as the lesser meat. If you can swap the meat and the honor, you’ll have a lot left over.”

Ah Hoon also nodded.

“Damn it. I’d like to share a lot of meat with you, too! But you have to admit what you admit.”

Judging by the grunting, it seems that he really wants to give Bikir a lot of meat.

How could you be honored as much as you received less meat?

Vikir judged that meat was better than worthless honor, but for now, he had no choice but to nod.

‘Actually, it doesn’t matter.’

Although there was little meat, it was easy to get enough food to fill one’s stomach if one wanted to.

In fact, the real harvest of this hunt was not meat.

< Gluttonous Fly 'Baalzebub' > / Awl

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

-2 slots: Thousand Knuckles -Ox Bear (A)

-3 slots: Tough Life – Hell Buffalo (A)

Ox Bear A new skill obtained by holding .

One of the three marbles of the demonic sword, Baalzebub, has the strong soul of the male Oxbear you killed last night.

Hellhound’s soul disappeared and the stronger Oxbear’s soul became Vikir’s new slave.

The skill called Cheongeunchu was simple but effective.

A skill that allows you to increase your weight by almost 1,000 pounds (600 kg) during that time if you hold your breath.

It is a skill that is versatile in many ways in close combat.

Not only that, but the karma he gained from killing Oxbear dwelled in his body, and his whole body’s vitality was considerably restored.

skills and experience.

When Bikir was calculating the results of this hunt in his mind.

“Geukke ahun bastard. It’s quite embarrassing to be killed. How is it? Isn’t it?”

Ayen broke Bikir’s thoughts.

She brought a few kilograms of forelimb meat and a pot of blood, which were given to Bikir in this looting festival, and heart and liver gallbladder, which are only given to the first-class contributors to the hunt.

Iyen lifts a chunk of meat and shakes it once against Bikir’s eye.

She narrowed her eyes and said as if she was pretending to be proud.

“Just as important as hunting is grooming and preserving the game.”

Ayen wanted to use grooming as an excuse to stick to Vikir and interfere with things.

but. There was one thing Iyen didn’t know.

While going through the era of destruction, Bikir had the experience of butchering the corpses of countless monsters, and his skills in preserving and cooking their entrails, flesh, bones, and skin were almost at the level of a professional.

Snap Snap Snap ……

Bikir soaked the skin in a wide bamboo tub with water and scraped off the remaining fat on the back of the hide with a sharp stone knife.

The skin, which was peeled off without a scratch, was set aside for tanning.

The dried leather hardened like a board, but it became soft within a few taps with the oil extracted from the scaffolding.

The flesh and organs of the oxbear were boiled in soup, and the oil that floated to the top was scooped out and used to light the lanterns.

Bone and claw teeth were used to make weapons and jewelry.

The meat was cooked in a variety of ways throughout.

Some parts are boiled, some are boiled, some are boiled, some are blanched in soup, some are smoked over charcoal, and some are dried in the shade… Bikire is a particularly large piece of meat that is smoked whole

. did a good job

Some people who saw Bikir preparing the meat gave their meat to Bikir with a dazed look on their faces.

Among them was Ayen, who had come to teach them how to handle meat.

Bikir tied a large piece of meat to a salted rope and hung it from a branch.

Then, after digging a pit, the meat was hung in the center of the pit, and pine needles and oak and apple tree firewood were stacked on top of each other at the bottom of the pit, and the fire was lit.

Eventually, as the fire burned, Bikir gathered twigs, leaves, and mud to seal the entrance to the pit.

After a while, I broke the lid of the clay that had hardened from the fire and pulled the rope, and a brown smoked piece of meat came up.

A piece of an oxbear’s hind leg was roasted whole.

The people of Ballack went crazy over this delicious grilled smoked hind leg barbeque.

Iyen opened her eyes wide in surprise as she ate the piece of meat.

“What the hell can’t you do?”

Considering the age of the soul, it’s nothing special, but considering that the age of the body is only fifteen, it’s certainly surprising.

Bikir watched intently as the little children ate the meat while blowing on it.

The lively play of young children puts a smile on everyone’s lips regardless of the age.

Bikir watched as people enjoyed eating the meat he cooked.

There was something peculiar about Balak’s people sharing meat.

Those with bad eyesight ate Oxbear’s eyes.

People with bad lungs ate Oxbear’s lungs.

People with bad legs ate Oxbear’s legs.

People with poor pancreas ate Oxbear’s pancreas.

The people of the tribe seemed to believe that they could cure their bad body parts by eating the body parts of their prey.

‘It’s a strange superstition.’

When Bikir thinks so.

“Hey slave.”

I hear a voice calling for Bikir next to me.

After the dismantling of the parts started, Iyen, who had disappeared somewhere, stood behind when he reappeared.

In her reddened cheek hand, she held a large bowl of coconuts.

There was a lot of soup with oil floating in the steaming bowl.

There was a large piece of meat inside, but the long and thick one made it difficult to guess the part.

‘Is it the intestines?’

The oil is floating around, so I don’t know exactly where it is.

Ayen snorted and said.

“I took away what the shaman coveted and brought it with the authority of a hunter. You must eat this!”

“I’ve already received a piece of meat and a jar of blood and some organs.”

“No no, you have to eat this!”

Ayen insisted on feeding Bikir meat soup.

Her logic was firm.

“If you have bad eyes, you should eat the prey’s eyes; if your heart is bad, you should eat the prey’s heart; if you have bad hands or feet, eat the prey’s front and hind legs!”

“Is this because of what part of Oxbear?”

When Bikir asked about the identity of the long thick meat in the bath, Ayen just cleared his throat and did not explain.

“Heung! Seeing how he slept quietly in the cold pit, you will definitely need this! Eat some…!”

Iyen muttered something behind his back and then swallowed it.

The reaction explodes instead from the surroundings.

“Uuu- Captain! I’m already taking care of my own (?)!”

“Who gives that to a slave for good!”

“Ho-ho, the season of long nights is coming soon.”

“It’s too blatant! The ulterior motive is obvious!”

All the young women in the village were booing Ayen.

“It’s noisy, you guys! If it’s unfair, you guys go out with a noose and catch it!”

As Iyen raises his fist and his sad blue eyes shine, the women’s clamor subsides.

“…”

Bikir frowned as if he didn’t know why.

Whatever it is, there is nothing to refuse.

Bikir gulped down the hot broth.

Iyan continued to urge him to chew and swallow even the thick chunks of meat that had sunk inside.

‘It’s very tough.’

The texture itself was similar to the haggis that the Baskervilles usually ate, but it had a much stronger smell and was tougher than that.

…gulp!

Bikir’s uvula vibrated once.

It was only then that Iyen’s expression softened.

“okay. Now you’re going to play your part.

” Vikir frowned

once more .

I have no idea what more this woman wants here.