Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 112 - : Feast of Shadows

A blazing sunset on the tip of the spire.

The night time of the exceptional ceremonial dinner has come to Baskerville.

Vikir entered the depths of the internal fortress, where most effective individuals who had enemies within the foremost house, particularly those in vital positions, had been allowed to move.

the primary ground of the inner fort turned into the tremendous hall.

The interior of the extraordinary stone room, carved out of black stone, turned into neither costly nor glamorous, but it changed into actually huge and superb.

The gothic indoors had an eerie, bloodless environment. It's tough to imagine this as an area for a own family dinner.

The demeanor of the servants bringing the food became additionally strange.

The servants, both male and woman, had been pale and expressionless.

They moved like puppets, sporting meals and arranging utensils, and once they weren't operating, they stood upright against the wall, anticipating their master's orders.

meanwhile.

At a large, round desk, numerous people sat down to eat.

long, grim shadows cast towards the tough, angular walls and ceiling.

on the stop of it sits Hugo, the iron-blooded patriarch of Baskerville.

Hugo Les Baskerville. He became nevertheless ingesting his meal with a chilly, sharp aspect.

Slowly cutting his meat, chewing it, swallowing it.

not as soon as did he open his mouth as he continued with that horribly monotonous and repetitive mission.

in the meantime, two men sitting a long way aside on both aspect of Hugo glared at every different the complete time.

Boston Terrier Les Baskerville. And a tremendous Dane Les Baskerville.

main the Knights of the Pit Bull and the Knights of the Mastiff, respectfully, they had been antagonizing every other due to the fact that they entered the dinner corridor.

"Hmph!"

The remember of Boston Terriers coughed and twirled his fork around, then spoke up, his voice complete of complaint.

"well, isn't the beef a little undercooked?"

The Boston Terrier's phrases brought about all of us at the desk to forestall eating for a second.

The Boston Terrier picked up his fork and nervously poked on the steak in front of him, then lifted the meat off the cease of his fork.

Blood dripped onto the plate.

The servants' faces grew to become pink as they looked at the bleeding meat.

The chef's face, particularly, became so white it gave the impression of he was searching at a bit of paper.

sooner or later, Hugo grew to become his head.

"Boston Terrier, do you now not just like the meat?"

The Boston Terrier shook his head in wonder.

"Uh, no, no, brother, it's no longer that. i was relating to the meat on the plate across from me."

With that, all eyes turn to the other facet of the desk.

"...."

There, a huge guy sits, silently slicing away at his knife.

He chews and swallows an extraordinary steak dripping with blood without a phrase.

He became the rely of tremendous Dane, leader of the Knights of the Mastiff.

"...What's your complaint?"

The extremely good Dane asked the Boston Terrier.

The Boston Terrier scowled on the scars on his face.

"not anything. I assume the beef is just too uncooked. I'm telling you to prepare dinner it a little longer."

" ... i like it just proper."

"Aha. I see."

The Boston Terrier smirked at the great Dane's blunt reply.

Then he spoke in a voice that simmered deep in his throat.

"You're constantly one to consume uncooked, aren't you? the beef, too, and the new knights."

At that, the exquisite Dane stopped forking.

"...I'm eating something uncooked?"

"Ew. Did you pay attention that? you have very brilliant ears."

"Say that once more. What am I eating uncooked?"

"...You don't have very vivid ears again. You didn't listen me, did you?"

The Boston Terrier bared his teeth and laughed in response, and the splendid Dane clamped his mouth shut.

Their war of words made the ecosystem on the dinner even colder.

The Boston Terrier grew to become to the high-quality Dane.

"I devour plenty of meat uncooked, and i don't care if i get food poisoning or no longer, however don't count on a brand new Knight to consume it uncooked."

"I don't realize what you're speakme about. is this a few kind of out-of-man or woman conduct at a dinner party?"

"I'm announcing that I know you've come right here with the sole intention of inducting my adorable niece into the corrupt Knights of the Mastiff."

The Boston Terrier become now growling pretty brazenly.

however the extremely good Dane remained calm, whilst he wiped the corner of his mouth along with his handkerchief.

"A pricey nephew, I'll furnish you that, but there's a trouble with that declaration: 'My' pricey nephew. Vikir is your nephew, but he's also my nephew. And as an uncle, it's miles my obligation to field and guide my nephew on the proper route."

"And why is throwing him right into a ragtag knights of mastiffs the right route?"

"... ...Be careful what you assert. it's miles a long way better to enroll in the Knights of the Mastiff than to sign up for the Knights of the Pit Bull, who're dull and unintelligent."

"I'll be careful what I say, and you better be cautious what you convert, because it's about to get bitten."

"i'm able to only sigh when I see the barking, unable to pick out buddies and own family."

"What's with the large head and the hole heart?"

The Boston Terrier and the first-rate Dane were having a fearful breakdown.

It's all approximately getting Vikir to sign up for their knighthood.

"...."

Vikir, who became ingesting quietly inside the middle, was at a loss.

He'd been in rate of a knightage Pit Bull as soon as earlier than, so he had a fashionable concept of its power.

An order of a hundred Graduators specializing in extermination.

they're known as the most fierce knights no longer only in Baskerville, however in the entire Empire.

within the past, when Vikir changed into Deputy magistrate of Underdog town, the unlawful slave auction houses of Underdog's underground have been domestic to some of the most important criminals within the Empire.

The Pitbull Knights had slaughtered and beheaded the beasts of this big crook agency in only half an afternoon.

He went to this point as to set fireplace to the club Burning Suspension, which became a hotbed of luxury, pride, illegality and crime.

And all of it befell beneath Vikir's management.

That became why the modern be counted of Boston Terrier changed into so keen on his nephew, Vikir.

"Nephew, you can simplest consider this uncle. i'm able to make you the strongest pit bull ever."

He chomped on a piece of meat dripping with blood and laughed sardonically.

The servants round him shudder in horror, although he places on an harmless face.

but the Boston Terrier wasn't the simplest one courting.

"C'mon, nephew, the Knights of the hearth Mastiff aren't terrible, either. ...what. I'm now not simply announcing this due to the fact I'm the leader, I'm recommending them because they're definitely properly."

The first rate Dane, too, have been sending Vikir a wary glance from in advance.

The 'knightage Mastiff' he leads is an elite corporation that is akin to the Pit Bull Knights.

even as the Pitbull Knights were referred to as "knights specializing in extermination" to create an atmosphere of worry thru unilateral slaughter and butchery, the Mastiff Knights have been referred to as "knights specializing in warfare" to officially subjugate their combatants.

just like the pit bulls, there are one hundred Graduators.

they may be mobilized simplest inside the event of a proper duel or a declaration of struggle, and that they beat their warring parties to submission in a fair contest of energy.

They function a bit otherwise than the Pitbull Knights, who are similar in that when they're out there, they're always out for blood, but they're additionally willing to assassinate sometimes.

normal, however, their scores are comparable, and that's why the count number of Boston Terriers and the rely of first rate Dane at the moment are baring their tooth and snarling at each other.

"You sandbags who can't even display your enamel with out a letter, seeking to damage any person's nephew's future, eh, wherein's your conscience?"

"You need to have exiled your concepts to the distant North Seas, in which your best ability is killing your warring parties by dirty hints. Do not pollute my nephew's chivalry."

"grimy and sleazy? See if we can get you a fixed of vivid armor so you can put on a display."

"I'll be the primary to admit that you do nothing but right for others, you grimy canine."

All of this bickering is with the intention to recruit the surprisingly expected wonderful-rookie Vikir to their respective knighthoods.

If they are able to recruit Vikir, whose inventory is at an all-time excessive, they'll no longer best deliver all of Vikir's stories and accomplishments beneath their umbrella, however additionally the future of the Knights.

it would be interesting for the Knights to have someone of Vikir's caliber who had already reached the mid-degree of the Graduator at most effective seventeen years of age.

moreover, it's far the custom of the house of Baskerville to admire, love, and revere electricity itself, and the 2 Counts were no exception.

The identical goes for the other five counts, who had been sadly unable to attend because of distance.

... but.

In reality, Vikir had no intention of joining the knights.

"due to the fact I'll consume them both."

I'll have the opposite five, the seven first-rate knights of residence Baskerville, all beneath my toes.

The idea of swallowing the entire Baskervilles entire. It's a plan I've had in mind for the past seventeen years, ever due to the fact that my return.

but for now, the dispute is actually troubling.

The war of words between the 2 counts, a Boston Terrier and a extremely good Dane, who have been continuously barking at each other over Vikir, turned into turning into more and more heated.

stuck among a rock and a tough place, Vikir grew to become away with a puzzled expression on his face.

He grew to become to Hugo, the patriarch and host of the awesome feast, for help.

... however.

"?"

Vikir couldn't assist but specific his disbelief.

Hugo had been looking the 2 half of-siblings argue with an amused expression on his face.

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