Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 113 - 113: Heirs of the Ironblade

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Heirs of the Ironblade

"...?"

Vikir's mouth dropped open barely in disbelief.

Hugo, the patriarch of the family and organizer of the exquisite feast, have been looking his siblings argue with an amused expression on his face.

The Boston Terrier and the top notch Dane persevered to argue.

both puppies are typically much more likely to chunk than bark, but in Hugo's presence, they appear to be restrained.

Vikir studied Hugo's expression.

'...Why is he smiling like that? No way.'

It didn't take him lengthy to come to a conclusion.

every day in Baskerville, there are fierce battles.

Patriarch. below him, under the umbrella of the 7th be counted, there are infinite traces, each with its own unbiased factions.

beyond the shadows, assassinations, framings, duels, mergers, acquisitions, and offers are made in a bloody game of nerves and politics.

It's no longer unusual for one faction to preserve some other in test, and Hugo, the top of the Ironblade circle of relatives, is no exception.

It's his job to maintain an eye on his half-brothers and sisters who're growing in electricity within the circle of relatives, in addition to the ones from outside the own family.

ironically, the brother he ought to be closest to is the maximum feared enemy within the Baskervilles.

Hugo's finest enemy, then, changed into the 7th count.

A fight between a Boston Terrier and a superb Dane could eventually cause a split within the remember's ranks, which in turn would lead to more power for the Patriarch.

So Hugo probably wouldn't condemn this form of power struggle most of the counts.

In reality, he could probable encourage it.

"A foxy man, indeed."

Vikir clicked his tongue.

all at once, Hugo's eyes shifted to Vikir.

whilst Vikir diminished his gaze to his plate, Hugo spoke in a low voice.

"It's true to look my son being diagnosed."

?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Vikir looks up and sees Hugo's face, nevertheless carrying an exceptionally faint smile.

It's a very faint smile.

As Vikir stood there dumbfounded, Butler Barrymore sneaked up in the back of him and whispered in his ear.

"it is stated that every one seven of the Counts needed to wait the tremendous feast, all to see you, even though the opposite 5 have been too a ways away to return."

"... Is that so?"

"The patriarch appears to be in a great mood, seeing his typically excessive-minded and dutiful siblings so restless. i ponder whose child you are."

Vikir turned his head once more.

...so that smile wasn't simply him taking delight in seeing his siblings' department?

That he became in reality happy to peer his son identified?

"it could't be."

Vikir shook his head.

no longer Hugo, who had no blood or tears.

Vikir shook his head and attempted to recognition at the meal.

soon, the meal started to enter its primary route.

One essential dish after any other.

It didn't take long before the desk become set with an sizeable banquet.

"Thank God it's now not haggis anymore."

Vikir felt a little higher understanding that he wouldn't must consume the bland, filling haggis anymore.

meanwhile.

"I see our remember Dane is making an attempt to consume matters uncooked again. Nature cannot be fooled."

"what number of glasses of wine have you had already? I assume you're very drunk. go to mattress."

The Boston Terrier and splendid Dane have been nevertheless combating.

by using now, they realized that growling at each different changed into a losing proposition.

And from then on, they each attempted to get one more phrase out of Vikir.

"Yeah. Vikir, you've spent the closing two years dwelling within the depths of the Black Mountains with your enemies, so tell me about your reports. This uncle could be very curious. how many barbarians have you slain, and how many beasts have you torn apart? Ah! My blood boils just thinking about it! The blood of a pit bull, I imply, in my day, while i was eight years vintage, and had simply been dropped by way of the enemy into the depths of the Black Mountains to take my sensible examination, and had simply competed with my brother Patriach in a hunt; but my nephew has performed extra than that, and i am very proud of him!"

"My courageous and clever nephew, this uncle will now not ask you such frivolous things. Of route, i'm very curious to recognise how my pricey nephew spent his time within the treacherous depht, however that is to be able to read for your report later. but this uncle wants to ask you something else first. I realize it's awkward coming home after two years, so if you want whatever, just say so. This uncle will get you anything...."

Even the servants hiccupped in wonder on the commonly reticent pair displaying this type of inclined facet.

Vikir smiled weakly.

The Boston Terrier became openly curious approximately Vikir's existence in the depths, and so become the great Dane, even though he pretended not to be.

but Hugo reduce him off.

"simply permit him eat, don't be too well mannered."

He positioned his arm round Vikir.

the two counts grunted and stepped lower back while Vikir became still adjusting to this bizarre desire.

"nevertheless, as a real uncle, i'm curious to peer how my nephew has grown during the last years...."

"That's proper. i will't assist however marvel how a great deal my nephew, who became so superb two years ago, has done inside the meantime, so I rode my horse all the ones miles...."

the two counts nonetheless couldn't allow go in their regrets. Hugo's forehead furrowed barely.

"So. Are you pronouncing you're going to torture my son right here on the table?"

"properly, not that."

"...ck."

Even the 7th depend doesn't cower in the face of Hugo's momentum.

The Boston Terrier and outstanding Dane look away, unable to locate the principle occasion.

Then.

A voice saves them both.

"proof of accomplishment isn't difficult."

It became Vikir.

Vikir's phrases brought color to the faces of the Boston Terrier and the tremendous Dane.

Hugo sounded unusually involved.

"Hmm. nevertheless, my son, it would be tiring to talk about such things over a meal when you need to go out on the level to prove your accomplishments, and you've come a protracted manner."

"It's k, father, and...."

Vikir set his fork down on the table.

Then he spoke.

"i will show you my abilties each time, anywhere. lifestyles is all about exercise, isn't it?"

At that, the faces of Hugo, the Boston Terrier, and the exquisite Dane brightened with delight.

"Brother. You certain did a terrific activity elevating your son."

"That's right, and if I had a son like that, I'd certainly desire for nothing."

"Hmph. enough of that. What's this...."

Hugo turns away, tugging at his mustache.

Butler Barrymore watched him with an amused expression.

"by the manner, how do you prove your abilities?"

The Boston Terrier asks.

The great Dane stares at Vikir inquisitively, too.

Vikir doesn't solution.

He simply raised his hand and positioned it still at the desk.

"...."

there was a mild pause.

Then, after an extended second of silence, Vikir's mouth opened.

"I think Uncle Dane's steak is slightly undercooked."

at the same time, Vikir turned his head to take a look at the Boston Terrier.

"Uncle Terrier has an excessive amount of wine in his glass."

With that, the Boston Terrier and the outstanding Dane checked out every other's steaks and wine.

Then.

some thing notable occurred.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

Vikir's hand twitched, and the utensils at the table rattled slightly.

The Boston Terrier and the great Dane right now took their hands off the desk.

The mana from Vikir's body was flowing onto the desk.

and then.

A extraordinary phenomenon came about earlier than the 2 counts' eyes.

chiiiiig...

The high-quality Dane's steak commenced to sizzle and cook.

not anything changed round them, however best one side of the steak became being cooked by using the extreme heat.

The blood dried and steam rose.

The steak had long gone from uncommon to well-finished.

"...Hurr."

The brilliant Dane picked up his fork.

The fork turned into proper subsequent to the plate of steak, but it wasn't warm at all.

He dug in, and the beef become company, with simply the slightest hint of charring.

in the meantime.

"Kahahahaha!"

The Boston terrier become additionally guffawing, searching on the glass of wine in the front of him.

bubbling, effervescent, bubbling...

The wine inside the silver goblet boils red.

within the blink of an eye fixed, the wine turned to vapor and disappeared, sending a sweet smell at some point of the banquet corridor.

the bubbling wine reached the waist of the goblet and stopped boiling.

precisely 1/2 of it had vaporized and disappeared.

just by means of putting his palm on the desk, he cooked meat and brewed wine.

He may want to contact things and channel mana into them, inflicting them to blow up precisely where he desired them to.

What would manifest if that turned into implemented to swordsmanship?

you'll be able to channel mana into your sword and produce an aura of the favored energy and viscosity at the preferred factor.

And that's what the sector calls it.

"Graduator."

earlier than Swordmaster. The most mature stage a remarkable swordsman can reach. They symbolize the energy of the Empire.

Vikir turned into an intermediate Graduator, a degree that even the geniuses of Baskerville may want to handiest attain around the age of thirty-5.

A seventeen 12 months antique Intermediate Graduator. The youngest ever.

It changed into enough to shatter all reliable statistics of the Baskervilles up to this point.

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