Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 139: Stinger

``Venompion is a dangerous B+ level monster that can be easily caught if you pay attention to the first spike on its tail and the second spine on its abdomen.'' Professor Banshee frowned at Vikir's announcement. .

"...'Second Stinger', what is it?"

Venompion is a large scorpion that lives in the desert and has one large stinger near its tail.

A sting can kill you before you can even walk a few steps. Therefore, desert travelers should be wary of the area around the tail in case of a sting.

But even Professor Banshee had never heard of Venompion with two spikes before.

The Imperial Threat to Venompion was an A, not a B+.

Vikir closed his mouth in disbelief.

"I see. This must have happened when Venonpion's research was still in its infancy."

It may be common sense for adventurers who lived in the era of destruction, but it is unknown to modern people.

The strategy around Venompion is the same.

At this time, the Empire is still in the midst of a massive campaign to destroy demonic monsters.

No wonder, so little is known about her.

It would be many years before the Empire could properly study Venompion, so it was still a new monster to the Empire.

The second needle was originally hidden under Venompion's abdominal armor but was accidentally discovered by researchers.

After examining each hard exoskeleton down to the smallest unit that can no longer decompose, the researchers accidentally spill the solution, dissolving part of Venomfion's abdominal armor and revealing the presence of tiny needles. I made it.

Since then, Venonfion's strategy has been redefined, and the terrifying scorpion's mysterious behavior and unexplained attack patterns have been explained and demoted to dangerous.

But all this was information that no one in the modern world knew, so Vikir just remained silent.

"I think I studied the wrong material."

But Professor Banshee didn't leave him alone.

"Why do you make mistakes in my class?" If you make such stupid mistakes, you don't deserve to be in my class. I will deduct 10 points from your total for your attitude."

Professor Banshee is Vikil. He glared at him, then glared at the cold class.

Sighs and groans echoed throughout the room.

Some students glared at Vikir instead of at Professor Banshee.

Vikir sighed, realizing he had no other choice.

If things continue like this, students' grades will drop, and they will make more enemies than necessary.

Immediately, Vikir remembered what he knew.

``However, before you deduct points, it may become a little clearer if you examine the shell of the dead scorpion you have.''

``So your findings are correct. If not, reset the settings to zero. However, please refrain from deducting points from the group ranking.''

Professor Banshee's mouth twitched in laughter.

"Very well. In return for your small sacrifice, I will give you the opportunity to examine my specimen."

With that, Professor Banshee handed over the precious scorpion carcass.

In the middle, you can see a hard spot with a naughty leg curled up.

Professor Banshee took out a scalpel, filled it with mana, and cut through his armor.

Cut through armor in hard areas that would normally be left alone.

Then. The students in the front row jumped back in surprise.

...Hmm!

Suddenly, the poisonous needle hidden near the abdomen began to move.

"Hmph!"

Professor. Banshee was startled by the stinger that passed through his nose and stumbled backwards, landing on his buttocks.

Professor Banshee's bangs broke, and his hair fell in clumps.

Vikir looked at it and thought.

"Venompion's deathbed transformation is his final act of union with his opponent. The reason the world has never seen this stabbing is because almost everyone who witnessed it is dead.

He said this as he helped Professor Banshee stand up. He gasped from the floor and turned to Vikir.

``How did you know?''

``I was just guessing.''

``Well, the reason Venompion sightings are so rare is because all the witnesses are dead. I wondered where they hid such deadly technology. I also wondered if its apparent tail sting posed such a threat to adventurers, so I wondered if its biggest and most noticeable was the elaborate abdominal armor.''

Hearing that, Professor Banshee looked surprised.

Did you do this study for such a coincidental reason that it turned out to be very important?

However, when it comes to the words of a student who made a great discovery, it is hard not to believe them.

Professor Banshee muttered quietly.

"I see. That's why Venompion sometimes shows unstable attack patterns, such as leaving its scissors behind and attacking with its middle or end legs. The spines near its abdomen are disposable, and they take a long time to regenerate when used.

Professor Banshee muttered, and the students let out a collective "Oh!"

all except one. When Vikiel closed the door with an exclamation, he turned around and saw a white-haired girl standing in the front row with her head bowed.

"..."

This is Sinclair, the star student of the hot class.

What was Venonfionn, who had just classified her three personalities, thinking now, when Vikiel's research analyzed the phenomenon in much more detail and information than hers?

However, regardless of their feelings, all the students gossiped about Vikir's lectures, whether it was in the cold or the hot class.

"Wow, that's amazing. How is it possible to do such research?"

"I thought it was cool to be athletic, but... it's amazing that you learn so well."

"But... isn't he also very athletic?" The last time I saw him, he was fighting Tudor and Sancho.

``Oh, that's because those games didn't use mana. Later, I have to use mana for the official tournament.''

``What's the point of studying hard?'' He is a commoner and does not even know the basics of mana. He'll probably have a bad time during the midterm exam.

"But his attitude is great." Have you ever heard him say that he's willing to lower his score, but he doesn't want to lower his team's score? That's faithful.''

Public opinion was generally positive.

Vikir didn't like the idea of people forming opinions about him, for better or for worse.

On the other hand,.

A few new girls stole Vikir and whispered in his ear.

"I feel like I know what I like better this time. He seems to like things that are a bit nerdy. I think I'm a nerd."

"A nerd has to look good too."

I laugh out loud at Vikil's greatness, imagining his face hidden behind bangs and glasses.

Suddenly, one of them looked up and looked at the girl behind her.

"Hey Bianca, what's wrong?

Bianca, are you feeling sick?" Asher's eldest daughter and Cold Class co-leader looked up.

Bianca answered in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter if you're good-looking or smart if you're not pretty."

"What?

Bianca's answer to her friends' questions was simple.

"A man is strong. He must be strong.

Bianca's argument was clear and precise.

"I'm not interested in a man weaker than me. Vikir or Vakar? What can a kid who isn't an expert do?"

"Ah, but things didn't go well with Naftali last time.

"That was done without using mana. The concentration and size of the aura are the tests of true strength. The weak will probably die from blood loss during the mid-term exam, but the weak will survive at the academy. No."

"Oh, it's too hard on him. I just want him to be handsome and smart."

The girls turned away and went back to chatting amongst themselves.

But Bianca still stares at Vikir, unimpressed.

"What's so good about you, filthy bastard?"

She clicked her tongue when she noticed how other students her age viewed men.

Bianca's gaze then turned to Vikiel.

The way he answered Professor Banshee's questions step by step did not cause any emotion in Bianca.

"You can't even be an expert...?

Bianca closed her eyes and yawned once.

She then turned her attention away from Vikir completely.

* * *

Imperial Capital

"Master! Sword Master!"

Terminus spat in a panic.

"Say, help!" Save me! "It's not my fault!"

It's already past midnight. when everyone else is sleeping.

A fat man crawls on the floor and wipes his tears.

Behind him stood Vikir, a nighthound with a long sword and a red aura.

Vikir furrowed his brow.

"Sword Master".

Strictly speaking, Vikir is still at the highest level of graduate school.

However, the aura emitted from his magic sword, Beelzebub, is so thick and rich that it almost resembles a liquid.

Perhaps this villain, about to be decapitated, saw the aura of Vikil, a graduate of the highest class, and mistook him for the master.

Vikir said it dryly.

``...DocuSeller. 52 years old. She is the mayor of the district and the director of the orphanage. They worked with the devil to sell children. Since there were many illegitimate children of aristocrats in the imperial capital, only orphans from the upper classes were targeted. yes? "

"High-class orphan, that's not true!""

"He is intelligent, fair-skinned, and well-educated, and he is of aristocratic blood. All of this is a bonus for you. That's right?"

"No! There's nothing good or bad about orphans; they're just bags of blood anyway. Shit!?"

Mr. Dockseller unconsciously admitted his sin without even realizing it.

A real estate agent is posing as a kindergarten director.

It doesn't matter whether he knew he was dealing with the devil or not.

Vikir picked up Beelzebub.

As he moved his arms down, his head fell off his body and rolled to the ground.

Just then.

"...!"

Vikir felt the cold night air rush behind him.

Boo, boo, boo.

It was too cold and heavy to blow the natural wind.

Dawn!

As Vikir jumped up, something large and heavy came flying towards him from behind.

It was going to kill it, but instead it crashed into the fat Docseller's shoulder and into the stone pillar behind it.

"...?"

Vikir turned his head.

Through the glass of the plague mask, he saw something strange.

A man is wearing a neat black suit.

His face had been stabbed with something like a black bag, and he had a large hammer in his hand.

And worst of all,.

"...That smell"

An overwhelming scent that only a devil could emit emanated from him.

"The Ten Commandments?"

Vikir played Beelzebub once.

Hudududuugu-

The sword's temporary bending returned to its original state due to the force of the blow, and the aura at the tip scattered like water droplets.

In the rain of bullets, the man in the black bag raised his hammer.

... Gah!

He slams his hammer into the ground, sending dust and stone shards into the air, blocking Vikir's aura shot.

[Growling...Growling...]

He made an unpleasant noise under the black bag on his head.

Vikir narrowed his eyes at the black aura on the hammer.

"He's a graduate. Intermediate, maybe even advanced."

He's strong, but he's not the devil of the Ten Commandments.

He is probably one of the ministers who follow the Ten Commandments.

``Good, now that I'm done with you, I can fulfill the Ten Commandments.''

Vikil's face beneath the mask turned red with excitement.

This was the first clue I got after coming to the academy.

...?

[Growling...]

When the man in the black bag raised his hammer, Vikir's face changed.

The way the monster held its hammer was very familiar to Vikir.

"...That"

That creature gave off the scent of a demon.

What he wanted to use was the blunt technique of Quovadis, an obviously faithful saint.

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