Iron Blooded Hound

Useful assessment was finished.

As the dogs returned.

Normally, dogs get the beast cadaver as a ruin.

The equivalent was valid for the offspring of the Baskevilles.

They gained safeguards, blades, neckbands, and so forth. produced using the pieces of the bodies of the beasts.

Through this open door, the youthful dogs would develop further.

The test that had been tense until the composed test was over vanished as though it had been washed after the positions were set.

Maybe in light of the experience of moving together in outrageous circumstances for quite a while, an obscure and peculiar charitable love was arising all through the class.

Obviously, regardless of this, there were still a few kin who didn't manage everything well, except the vast majority of them tackled their concerns during the functional test or passed on, so suddenly, infighting seldom happened in the class.

Along these lines, for a couple of days a year, a casual air infested the Baskevilles after the down to earth test.

* * *

Hugo Baskeville, top of the Baskeville family, was getting a report from Steward Barrymore.

"... ... Who got what?"

It is practically incredible for a godlike who has ascended to the level of a blade expert to uncertainty his own body.

Yet, as of now, Hugo was plainly questioning his ears.

Elder Barrymore read the report again in an unmistakable, energized voice.

"Vikir van Baskeville in the class of 8. Crossed the limit line and entered the prohibited zone during useful assessment. Effectively chased down Cerberus, a beast of peril grade A+. There's nothing more to it."

It's the second time he discussing, yet it actually sounded crazy.

A 8-year-old youngster went out to the prohibited region and returned alive.

In reality, this by itself is sufficiently extraordinary.

Simply having the option to draw a guide or pay attention to declarations that assist them with speculating the geology and environment outside the Unlocked Zone is a huge accomplishment.

Notwithstanding, this extraordinary 8-year-old kid went into damnation and got back to life safe, and, surprisingly, brought back Cerberus, the watchman canine of misery!

"... ... Cerberus is a high-positioning beast that even the family gatekeeper knights feel troubled to manage."

Hugo stroked his facial hair with a confused demeanor.

Notwithstanding, the point by point report that followed was much more silly.

Hugo rehash the report once and put down his bifocals.

"He baited Cerberus into a snare and wounded him with his throat stick? Do you suppose this appears to be legit?"

"Initially, it was an article that was harmed by savages, and there is likewise data that toxic substance was applied to the throat, Master."

"Regardless of how harmed it will be, it is something very similar. What toxic substance was sufficiently able to send Cerberus away? What other place did he say?"

"that is... ... Nothing else was kept in the hunting log. I planned to ask the youthful expert, yet he said he was worn out and went right back to the quarters."

At Barrymore's words, Hugo put on a shocked articulation briefly, then, at that point, laughed.

"The young fellow is now perplexed yet data is endlessly power is esteem. You need to raise and safeguard self esteem."

Hugo turned his look back to the report.

It is excellent that Vikir didn't quickly uncover the toxic substance that got Cerberus, however it is additionally praiseworthy that he didn't take Cerberus' carcass straightforwardly to the aide canines, yet covered it with soil and hid it until the down to earth assessment was finished.

Elder Barrymore respected.

"His understanding is genuinely astounding. At the point when I was an eight-year-old, I would successfully be commended by grown-ups and regarded by my kin. Assuming I had gotten Cerberus at 8 years old, I would have given it to the Gatekeeper Knights immediately. To get commendation and consideration."

"Ha. Assuming I did, I would wind up seeming to be old Santiago."

Hugo refering to an angler from a legend of the far off past.

He ventured out onto the ocean and got an immense beast fish, however while he was binds the fish to a boat and hauling it, he met a gathering of sharks, took all his tissue, and got back with just a tremendous bone.

"Assuming Vikir had gotten Cerberus and begun hauling that immense cadaver around, he would have been the objective of numerous siblings. He might have been killed in the event that it wasn't sufficient that he was denied of every one of his accomplishments."

In the wake of hearing Hugo's words, Barrymore felt a chill running down his spine at the horrendous family customs of the Baskevilles.

"Frankly, I was extremely amazed. It's anything but a center name of 'le' or 'la', however a capable individual like this is brought into the world among the young people who have a center name of Van."

"I'm not the same as the past family heads. Bloodline ought not be viewed as significant while raising dogs. There are monstrous canines of good blood, and there are great canines of unfortunate blood. I couldn't care less in the event that it's a child from a magnificent lady or a child from a road whore. However long you have sufficient ability and boldness."

Hugo's eyes, murmuring in a soft tone, are glancing through the window at the far off tower.

His subsequent child.

Barrymore saw what Hugo was thinking when he took a gander at the tower, who was in preparing at the highest point of the tower.

"It is said that even among canines of good blood, there are terrible ones. Will you get it?"

"... ... Please accept my apologies."

Hugo waved his hand.

"It fine. I'm the one in particular who loses assuming I must be vexed due to my dumb child. I simply need a redirection."

His look dropped through of the window, this opportunity to the report.

Barrymore gestured his head when he understood his lord's aims.

"I'll call the Expert Vikir."

* * *

It was a few hours after the fact that Vikir remained before Hugo.

Hugo actually didn't avoid the real issue.

He just asked it.

"How could you get Cerberus?"

"I put chocolate on his throat."

It was something very similar with Vikir.

Single sentence and a quick response.

There was no fat or oil in Hugo's discussion with Vikir.

Hugo's eyes enlarged.

"Is it chocolate?"

"Chocolate is toxic substance to canine beasts."

"Huh. Is that why you requested chocolate recently?"

"yes."

Vikir offered a short response.

Subsequent to thinking for some time, Hugo opened his mouth once more.

"If valid, the worth of the data is very perfect. It will be helpful while enslaving canine beasts. There will be many benefits in exchange with the data organization while raising dispatch results."

"I suspect as much as well."

The side of Hugo's mouth went up somewhat at Vikir's casual answer.

Hugo asked in a probably cool voice.

He said, "I heard that when the steward asked, he didn't answer as expected about hunting Cerberus."

"you're correct. Since he isn't my lord."

"Then who is your lord?"

To Hugo's inquiry, Vikir addressed again smoothly.

"I have a place with a family, so couldn't the proprietor of the family be you?"

At that, Hugo at long last gestured his head and grinned happily.

"You learned well. As a prize, the cadaver of the beast you got will have a place with you completely."

Cerberus, a beast of risk grade A+. Its body merited the expense.

Teeth and paws were utilized as weapons, organs and tissue as wellbeing food, and bones and stow away as reinforcement.

Pretty much nothing remains to be discarded from the cadavers of high-positioning beasts.

It was an extraordinary compensation to get this in its all whole.

Moreover, Hugo gave Vikir another award.

"Since you positioned first in both composition and commonsense abilities, the assumptions for your family are high. Assuming there is anything you need, tell me."

"Didn't you as of now hand over the cadaver of Cerberus?"

"That is my thought. I need to hear what you need."

Vikir opened his eyes somewhat wide.

Hugo's words were fairly amazing.

This is on the grounds that he never had a past filled with asking his youngsters for their viewpoints.

He simply provide orders. Who might ask a canines their thought process?

However, these factors are generally welcome.

Figuring it would make things simpler, Vikir voiced his perspective.

"I need to go into the Inward Library."

"... ... !"

At those words, Hugo's eyes limited.

The Inward Library is a gigantic library found somewhere inside the stronghold of the Baskeville family, and equaling the biggest library on the planet, the Place of Morgue is sufficiently huge.

Hugo put his jawline on his jaw and contemplated briefly. It's uncommon for him.

"... ... Hmm. Go as far as possible. It is a spot that main those of the unadulterated blood can enter. Did you be aware and inquire?"

At those words, Vikir enlarged his eyes.

A look that he didn't be aware by any means.

'I had hardly any familiarity with it since I had nothing to go into the library in my past life.'

Culture, swordsmanship, and other information were sufficient to be given in classes inside the family.

He lived happy with the truth and showed no craving to find out more.

That was the canine's ethicalness and was restrained like that.

'... ... I didn't have any idea. In the event that it doesn't work, I'll do what needs to be done another way.'

Vikir immediately chomped his foot. All things considered, it doesn't make any difference. Sneaking in under front of night is sufficient.

However, things turned out more straightforward than anticipated.

"You might go."

Hugo's judgment was speedy.

Before Vikir could put on a stupefied articulation, Hugo proceeded.

"I can't give you an excessive amount of time. Will ten days be sufficient?"

"Everything necessary is one day."

There is no need ready Hugo by remaining in the library for quite a while.

Hugo peered down at Vikir with a weak grin.

"What book would you like to peruse in only one day?"

"I found out about 'family ancestry' during a human sciences class and simply needed to find out about it."

He just referenced any book with some restraint,

be that as it may, Hugo probably enjoyed Vikir's response a considerable amount.

"Family ancestry. Feel better. It's great to be glad by concentrating on the good history of your loved ones."

Assuming you see him discussing pride that he didn't actually specify.

Hugo even prescribed a book for Vikir to peruse.

"The profundities of the Internal Library , In the event that you thoroughly search in the center column of the library in the sixth control region, there is a swordsmanship manual called 'Baskeville sixth Structure'. Understand it."

Vikir couldn't accept his ears when that's what he heard.

The world's Hugo suggests a swordsmanship course reading?

4 structures, which is the breaking point that Van's last name can go up to, what number of 6 dinners?

Baskeville sword structures.

This swordsmanship, which permitted him to draw six teeth, must be dominated by the tip top among chiefs and direct relatives inside the family.

Hugo has now permitted it to Vikir. Regardless of whether it's an exceptionally concise perusing.

Taking into account that the ongoing Hugo had seven teeth, and the Hugo before the return knew how to create nine teeth, Hugo's ongoing treatment was really capricious.

Contrasted with the four structures Vikir had advanced prior to returning, sixth was a strong swordsmanship that was on an alternate level.

But.

Vikir, was going for the gold, wouldn't be extremely intrigued.

'... ... It's simply meat.'

A stupid thought that would make others faint assuming they heard it.

Yet, I'm not sufficiently moronic to make a special effort to show it off.

"much obliged to you. I will understand it and satisfy your hopes."

Vikir bowed his head and said thanks to Hugo.

He was an exceptionally unassuming and well mannered hello, apparently immaculate.

Obviously, on the off chance that he had understood what sort of insidious prowled inside him, Hugo would have halted Vikir regardless of whether he needed to consume the library.

"... ... ."

Imagining that he has completed all his business, Hugo just detachedly dismissed his head.

Having acquired admittance to the Internal Library, Vikir welcomed courteously until the end and afterward convoluted and left the room.

And.

He set out on route to the most valuable fortune in all of the Baskevilles.

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