Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 106 - : A Surprising Homecoming

"come on, let us have fun! you too, be part of us!"

"We always display our appreciation for Lord Vikir's statue like this at night time."

"he is the cause we survived the assault that day ,we survived due to the fact he stopped that large beast!"

"what's occurring my friend. you're a unusual younger fella, you're heartless! put greater energy into it! clap more difficult! Come on, mate!"

became said as the guards of the red Salt castle looked at Vikir's statue and clapped twelve instances at mid-night at the hour.

The passersby can tell the time through the sound of the guards' clapping.

Vikir observed the faces of the guards who pressured him to clap, one after the other.

around two years ago, inside the intensity's of the pink and Black Mountains. The faces of folks who ran faraway from Madame eight-legs.

a number of them looked like the squaddies he'd seen then.

The hairy guy who served Vikir the glass of milk chuckled.

"anyway, if you don't understand Vikir's name in this area then you definitely're a undercover agent. Of route, it's a chunk of an exaggeration to mention that the rumor has reached the opposite side of the world. still, the rumors are genuine. If it's now not, why would the residence of Morg have supplied the sort of big quantity of gold to honor his achievements?"

it's far said that each 12 months, politicians and nobles from neighbouring cities come to pay their respects and perform ceremonies in the front of the giant golden statue.

Vikir sighed, urgent his hood deeper into his face.

positive, he'd completed a lot in the depths two years ago, but maximum of his accomplishments... were grossly exaggerated.

not simplest did I kill heaps of natives in a single fell swoop, but I additionally rescued the allied armies of Morgue and Baskerville, or even rescued Morg's fragile (?) Barren Jade Leaf.

To be clean, it become Adolf Morg who did the maximum harm that night.

Vikir had merely lessened the quantity of time for them catch up to the barbarians at night.

'..., although I did play the function of a martyr towards Madame on the end.'

Vikir sipped his milk and reminisced.

'besides. It was clean that all that become finished by means of Morg Adolf ,and the combined forces of Morg and Baskerville armies that night have been ,warped and twisted into the credit of 1 guy, Vikir.

simply as Vikir become looking to figure out the way to make feel of this situation.

Creak.

all of sudden, the door to the motel burst open.

The sound of the fish boiling, the scent of the skewers cooking inside the salt, the warmth of the beef lard sizzling, all of it vanished in an on the spot.

The night breeze swept away the recent, thick and dirty air of the tavern.

The night time breeze came inside the from behind of 3 ladies in long robes.

With their thick eyebrows, catlike eyes, and beautiful functions, the 3 ladies might be triplets.

Upon seeing them, the guards rose to their feet in unison and saluted.

"Loyalty, we greet the commanders of the fort!"

Their trade in posture drew Vikir's attention.

Vikir checked out the three ladies as they entered the tavern.

"...!"

He had visible them before, if he recalled efficaciously

They were the three plant life of Morg, or the 3 Misfortunes.

Highsis, Midsis, and Lowsis.

focusing on grass, earth, and water magic, they walked up to the desk with their one of a kind crimson hair and sat down.

The men's eyes had been momentarily dazed by way of their beauty, however they couldn't make a mistake.

Neither should Vikir, especially due to the fact the triplets' personalities had been sincerely terrifying.

"What have been they speaking approximately that was so humorous?"

"the plain. It's middle of the night, they're likely clapping again."

"were they speakme about Mr. Vikir?"

The guards answered the triplets' question with a roar.

"yes, we were!"

Then the eldest, Highsis, laughed as she grabbed the bloodless mug of beer in front of her.

"Ho-ho-ho-it's no surprise, for his accomplishments are outstanding, and that i still get a thrill thinking about how I felt after I saw him that day."

The rookie guards' eyes sparkle at Highsis's phrases.

"Did you ever meet Him in person, Commander?"

"Of direction."

Highsis and the other sisters narrowed their eyes and laughed.

"once I first saw him, I idea he changed into only a quite boy, but I were given to recognise him at some point of our time collectively within the fortress. I saw him for who he truly was: a person distinctly kind and charismatic."

Vikir, standing right subsequent to her, may want to rarely consider his ears.

He remembered his first encounter with them as much less than excellent.

but for some cause, the sisters Highsis, Midsis, and Lowsis regarded to don't forget their time with Vikir as some thing absolutely lovely.

"He became wonderful. I actually spent the complete time he became dwelling inside the fort ogling him."

"even though we only bumped into every other some times within the mess corridor."

"We did see each other on the cotton subject boundary, however, although we didn't get a danger to have a protracted speak earlier than the 3 Baskervilles interrupted us. If I'd recognized this became going to occur, i'd have talked to him at a chunk more."

She took the guards aside and started to chatter.

The female who had been so unfriendly to them earlier observed and with politeness served them beverages and snacks.

Vikir sat alone at desk, listening carefully to the triplets' story.

He was hoping to listen at the least a bit of what were occurring in Morg and Baskerville.

The triplets were pretty talkative, and Vikir become able to get masses of information out of them.

The adjustments because Vikir's disappearance two years ago and the eventual assertion if his loss of life were awesome.

The maximum shocking became the variety of times Hugo Les Baskerville had visited Morg in a livid rage.

And that the Morg rewarded the Baskervilles diplomatically with an significant amount of money.

in spite of this, Hugo Les Baskervilles did not relent in his anger.

And finally, that just a few weeks ago, Morg Camus had individually led a search party thru the depths of the pink and Black Mountains.

Vikir had typical all of this with a grimace.

nicely, if Hugo became disillusioned approximately his disappearance, it was because he'd misplaced a beneficial hound.

And if he's still angry, it's because he thinks the reward given by using the Morg's is too small.

The only component that appears surprising is that Camus nonetheless hasn't forgotten Vikir after years.

till only some weeks ago, she had been steadfastly main a seek celebration through the depths, and then she disappeared.

...Rumor has it, she's gone into hiding deep within her family and long past into retirement?

whatever.

The triplets advised Vikir's story, subtly bragging to the guards about their experiences and connections.

"by way of the manner, that golden statue over there doesn't even capture 1/2 of Vikir's actual appearance. It's a shame, because if he have been still alive, he'd be a terrific suit for me by way of now."

"Who's paired with whom? That's ridiculous, if he have been alive, I'd actually be the only to pick him up."

"Don't combat, sisters. We'll all get along, What man would turn down the three people?"

but then the triplets' sisters all silence right away.

"What's using combating, he's already gone."

A somber temper settled over the tavern for a moment.

with the aid of this time, Vikir had gotten up and climbed the steps to the second one floor.

He couldn't wait to get to his room and lay down.

He was tired of taking note of his very own tale, which become becoming strange.

Then.

unfortunately, out of the nook of her eye, Highsis stuck sight of Vikir's hood.

"you there! Your outfit is suspicious. get over right here!"

She wasn't inside the temper for a little teasing, so she straight away used the castle commander's powers to forestall and search.

Vikir paused in whilst shifting up the stairs.

If he took off his hood here, the ecosystem could be overwhelming.

He taken into consideration pretending he hadn't heard and persevering with up the stairs, but that would simplest fuel Highsis's foul temper.

"hiya! prevent! Can't you pay attention me?"

The protect next to me spoke.

"pass over. i purchased this youngster a tumbler of milk in advance... and he isn't suspicious."

"shut up, at this time of night, the natives outdoor are surprisingly quiet, we need to be greater vigilant!"

Highsis leapt to her ft.

He stretched out her hand towards Vikir.

A effective stream of mana swirled round Vikir.

"Bind!"

The wooden railings of the staircase creaked, and lengthy vines grew round Vikir, trying to wrap round him.

however.

Whirik-

Vikir flew out of the manner easily, heading off the hold close of vines.

Highsis's eyes widen at the sight, as do those of Midsis and Lowsis, and those who have been status in the back of them, looking impressed .

The men of the guard beside him have been so amazed that they spat out their drinks.

They hadn't expected him with a view to prevent the magic of Morg's three sisters so without difficulty, mainly since it got here from Highsis, the strongest of the 3.

"...shit."

Vikir sensed that things have been getting difficult.

He thought approximately hiding within the night, however Morg's trio were no match for him.

The 3 sisters, Highsis, Midsis, and Lowsis, quick rose to their ft and drew upon their magic.

The guards, who have been laughing and talking a moment ago, also drew their swords, bows, staves, and magic, and surrounded Vikir with a pointy facet.

"who're you, get rid of your hood and monitor your identity!"

Highsis shouted sharply.

Vikir sighed softly.

He might be able to escape, but it'd turn the whole castle the wrong way up.

He didn't believe himself to get away with out spilling blood.

And it wasn't as though he had to wear a hood to hide himself inside the first vicinity.

'I'm on my manner to tell Baskerville that I'm again anyway....'

whether or not Baskerville or Morg observed out first turned into merely a count number of series.

finally, Vikir obediently stopped and raised his arms.

Then, below the watchful eyes of all, he slowly pulled lower back his hood.

....

the instant Vikir's hood got here off, revealing his face.

"...Uh-oh."

"...Ahhhhhhhhh."

"...Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."

The triplets exclaim in unison.

It's not a response to seeing a familiar face, it's in simple terms a reaction to Vikir's appearance.

after which.

separately, they start to comprehend that Vikir's face bears a placing resemblance to something.

numerous guards slowly flip their heads to stare at the face of the golden statue out of doors the window.

"...?"

Then they turn again and stare on the face of Vikir, standing at the railing of the steps.

"...!"

and that they cross stiff.

The surprise spreads to every guy within the defend. It spreads to each man inside the tavern, and even to Morg's 3 sisters, Highsis, Midsis, and Lowsis.

soon, all who recognized Vikir's face stood with their mouths agape and their index palms trembling.

"Vi, vi, vi, vi, vi, vi...."

Vikir Van Baskerville. The missing hound of the Iron-Blooded.

The hero of the pink Salt has again.

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