Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 105 - : Fame by Accident

The red Salt fort.

Surrounded by earthen partitions and tall watchtowers, it is a big man-made citadel constructed with the aid of the wizards of Morg.

Mines had been being evolved above, with veins of purple ruby jogging thru them.

The darkish night time. Vikir climbed over a huge earthen wall and entered the internal courtroom.

He could see men in protect uniforms passing underneath the protruding metallic and rocky ridges.

With a soundless motion feature of the Mushuhushu, Vikir melted into the shadows and scaled the wall, sliding down the iron frame.

quickly, the indoors of the red Salt fort spread out.

The streets have been sopping wet with rain. Dappled light leaked via the darkish alleyways.

Vikir headed down the alley looking for an hotel to live out of the rain tonight.

Then.

"...?"

Vikir noticed some thing towering above the homes on the opposite side of the alley.

It was a statue, huge and majestic sufficient to be seen certainly inside the darkness and rain.

It was a large sculpture of a parent status tall, searching out over the depht to the west, possibly made absolutely of gold.

The golden glow from the lower part of the discern made the surroundings seem illuminated.

but, the top part of its face turned into dark and tough to see.

"...What's the point of setting some thing like that up there?"

Vikir paused for a second.

The statue hadn't been there because he left the fort two years in the past.

even though this become Morg's land, it changed into nevertheless essentially owned with the aid of the Baskervilles, so there could need to be a bilateral agreement for this kind of symbolic sculpture to be built.

moreover, it's a statue of terrific magnificence, with its whole frame glittering with gold, so who may want to or not it's?

Vikir approached the statue carefully.

just as he turned into approximately to find out who had constructed the sort of golden statue to honor.

"good day, get the hell out of right here!"

one of the guards waved at Vikir.

seemingly, there had been a few rats seeking to nibble on the golden statue's gold.

"This statue is a monument erected by means of the Morg, in honor of the heroes who defended the pink Salt fort! Do now not approach it, only view it from a distance!"

at the overly vigilant defend's words, Vikir subsidized away.

He couldn't come up with the money for to argue with the guard. He'd be pretty worn-out in the event that they discovered out who he became.

"even if I've been forgotten by using all and sundry for 2 years... nonetheless, there's no point in causing problem."

not curious enough approximately the statue's identity to take a closer look, Vikir quick became the alley.

He turned into going to discover an inn and get a few rest.

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in the end, Vikir entered the tavern.

The floor became sopping wet with rainwater and smeared with a messy mixture of dust and charred footprints.

the warmth changed into sweltering, contrasting with the cold breeze from the road, and the moisture blinded Vikir's eyes.

The smells of roasting meat, boiling fish, clinking beer glasses, and loud shouts and laughter filled the air.

Vikir takes a seat.

Then a glass of warm rum and 3 skewers of salted turkey brine are plopped down in the front of him.

because the waitress turns away in an unfriendly manner, Vikir raises his hand.

"I didn't order this...."

"howdy, this is a simple drink."

Vikir's words had been spoke back with the aid of a person with a brushy beard who walked up and sat down next to him.

Bikir lifted his hood, and looked sideways.

The furry-bearded guy squinted at him.

"I noticed you inside the alley in advance, didn't I?"

It was the security shield who had simply yelled at Vikir.

"Wahahaha! I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier, but I'm doing what I do, and that i'm on a venture. i can't assist but be touchy when I'm on protect."

He patted Vikir on the shoulder and laughed.

The sight of Vikir's physique, in all likelihood in his past due young adults, made him relax his defend.

Vikir merely shook his head.

"... I understand."

the safety shield raised his hand as though he appreciated what he noticed and known as for an attendant.

Then he seemed out the window at the golden statue within the distance.

"anything, you apprehend. It's our process to guard the statue honoring 'him', now not the opposite manner around."

"Him?"

Vikir repeated, and the shield sounded excited.

"sure. The hero who stored the pink Salt citadel two years in the past. It changed into due to him that we survived the wonderful barbarian invasion, and even the wizards of Morg and the swordsmen of Baskerville."

"...?"

Vikir scratched his head.

The tale changed into new to him, too.

"changed into there this kind of hero?"

Wasn't it years in the past, before he disappeared? changed into there a huge barbarian invasion then, and was there a person powerful sufficient to shield Baskerville and Morg?

the whole thing is questionable.

Vikir changed into digging through his reminiscences, seeking to recollect the names of heroes he may have forgotten.

"hi there! I'm going to buy a drink for my little buddy right here, so hurry up and get your order! shit! Did you boil and devour a tortoise leg?"

The shield grabbed the unfriendly waiter by using the back of the top and ordered a few salt and pepper red meat for himself and a bottle of rum.

The defend appeared lower back at Vikir and asked.

"What do you need to drink, kid, I'm shopping for you something due to the fact I feel bad about yelling at you earlier."

"Then I'll have a rum too...."

"Wahahaha, by using the sound of your voice, you sound like a baby, no rum, just a glass of milk, warm it up!"

The shield shooed the waiter away into the kitchen.

The guys at the opposite table, dressed within the same uniform because the guard, chuckled.

"hi there, you speaking about 'him' again!"

"properly, I'm busy spreading the legend of 'Him' each time I see a stranger, right?"

"well, i can take into account that. He's the motive we're nonetheless alive."

"That's proper, we will't reward 'Him' enough, are you able to?"

The guards chattered away.

while Vikir remained hooded and silent, the protect subsequent to him spoke up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're a foreigner, however you must realize. 'His' repute and accomplishments resonate some distance beyond the underdog town beneath, throughout Baskerville's territory, and even into the Empire!"

"...."

"unluckily, are you speechless with amazement? How can a hero's tale of heroism, from this type of far off little vicinity as this, shake the complete Empire?"

"...."

"yes, I realize, but it's actual, and my cousin, who recently traveled to the Yellow city, can testify to that. How properly 'he' is regarded in the Empire's society circles now."

The guard took an extended gulp of rum, then spoke with a gaping face.

"It's been years, and i'm able to nonetheless take into account that day, the joys, the chills, the goosebumps!"

" ...Hmm. apparently there has been a fantastic hero years in the past."

Vikir shook his head, and the room erupted in laughter.

The guards on the again desk raised their glasses of beer, vodka, and whiskey high within the air.

"Wahahaha! You don't realize 'Him'! Are you a undercover agent! nicely, while you pay attention of 'Him', even a lowly moron like you will say you've heard of Him someplace."

"yes, certainly! 'He' was so first rate that day, gallantly chasing after the savages that no one else dared to pursue!"

"He led an military of Morg and Baskervilles into the dark depths, are you able to believe it? Into the black depths with the ones enemies, and at night time, too! It was suicide! Ha ha, but 'He' did it! Even the mighty Adolf changed into handiest a bridesmaid that day!"

"hiya! the ones are nothing! I'd be lying if I didn't point out that He slaughtered over one thousand fearsome barbarians in one fell swoop and rescued Morg's frail Barren Jade Leaf! It changed into all way to 'Him' that Morg's younger girl, who became poisoned to loss of life, turned into capable of get better!"

"Uh-huh! in case you didn't see it, shut up! Do of His valor as He single-handedly charged a giant, unidentified monster that seemed out of nowhere? I saw His very last act with my personal eyes as He threw Himself into the fray to make sure the secure retreat of the Morg and Baskerville allies!"

...?

Vikir sensed that something became unusual occurring.

The hero who had slaughtered so many barbarians in one fell swoop.

The chivalry that had saved Morg's frail, Barren Jade Leaf simplest daughter.

A Holy Sacrifice, who fought bravely against a massive monster, shopping for the Alliance time to escape.

"That exquisite hero who was right here with us handiest years in the past, whose call is...!"

The defend leapt to his feet and lifted his lantern to polish out the window.

There, just past the darkness, the face of a golden statue became seen, illuminated by way of the moonlight peeking out of the clouds.

on the sight of the majestic hero, all the guards exclaimed.

"'Vi!"

" Ki!"

at the equal time, endless guards grew to become their gazes in the direction of Vikir.

if they didn't recognize him by way of now, they could throw stones at him.

sooner or later, Vikir responded.

"...R?"

Then all the guards chimed in.

"appearance, you know who it is, Vikir van Baskerville!"

The golden statue that towered over the relevant plaza of pink Salt fortress turned into in Vikir's photo.

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