Iron Blooded Hound

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Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Fangs...

Internal Library

It is a huge library found somewhere down in the Baskerville family's fundamental palace, and its size matches the positioning inside the Realm.

"On second thought, this is whenever I've first come in and seen it myself."

Vikir went through the entry monitored by a few knights and entered the limited region.

At the point when he had introduced the pass endorsed by Hugo himself, nobody thought for even a moment to stop him.

A few knights even gave a salute with a light grin.

In a little while, Vikir remained before the section prompting the profundities of the universe.

This library, made by straightforwardly boring an opening in the stone wall, was practically identical to the mouth of a goliath beast.

Books were stacked up out of control, peering down at Vikir.

"I'll need to pick up the pace a little."

Vikir checked out at his library, pondering the time left.

His heart was in a rush, yet his means and look moved gradually.

The exceptional sensation of old books, the smell of ink and residue.

Yet, he didn't feel especially comfortable.

Books talking about procedures for managing weapons, computation strategies for killing adversaries with the briefest course, and productive and legitimate killing hypotheses.

Furthermore, the library where they are firmly pressed together.

Various fighters from past ages who existed throughout the entire existence of the Baskevilles are participated in a quiet conflict of words, staying just in principle.

Is that why?

Instead of venturing into a library, it seemed like strolling through the passageways of a jail where savage and cold desperate crazy people were detained.

Vikir felt a wounding look from the swordsmanship course readings.

What's more, Vikir before long became acclimated to all of this.

tak-tak-

The sound of strides sinking into the chasm of the passage.

The further you go into the library, the more established books you can see.

'Cutting front teeth' swordsmanship, 'mincing molars' swordsmanship, 'penetrating teeth's swordsmanship, "twofold chomp twofold tooth" swordsmanship, "stowed away tooth" swordsmanship... ... ,

Natural swordsmanship course books, swordsmanship reading material he needed to advance such a huge amount in his past life, and swordsmanship reading material that were strong to the point that he had never hoped against hope were arranged flawlessly like teeth.

The locks to forestall robbery or cheats' entrance were solidly locked.

Generally, security and ill-conceived youngsters, regardless of how much mana they have and the amount of involvement they possess practically speaking, it is challenging for them to learn multiple kinds of swordsmanship.

Direct descendents advance something like 5-level swordsmanship, elites among direct descendents learn 6-level swordsmanship, and older folks learn seventh level swordsmanship.

Hugo Baskerville has now dominated the seventh Baskerville, and the seven teeth he draws have made him quite possibly of the most impressive figure on the landmass and a blade ace.

As it is a contention with the top of the Place of Mortuary, known as the incredible wizard of the seventh circle, the inaction should be like some degree.

Vikir stopped his means.

In the immense library, there are an ocean of books that you can't perceive which book is in which place.

In one of them, he could see the book Hugo gave him.

A shelf with a few layers of locks on it, befitting a significant assortment.

At the point when he matched the key Hugo gave him, the book concealed inside was uncovered.

<Baskerville Flesh eater, Two times Stuck Tooth>

A book that contains respectable swordsmanship that Vikir couldn't have ever longed for in his past life.

Vikir got it and looked it over.

As indicated by the state of the teeth drawn by the direction of the blade, the strategies for cutting, wounding, hindering, pulverizing, cutting, and mincing are portrayed.

What's more, this swordsmanship manual was examining how to draw a sum of six teeth.

Normally, Hugo probably figured it would be preposterous for 8-year-old Vikir to retain them in a single day.

Thus, with a specific measure of generosity and a specific measure of putting down, he would have permitted Vikir to peruse the book on meat-eating swordsmanship.

Nonetheless, Vikir was a talented fighter who has lived 40 years and was a world class Baskerville among Baskevilles who endure even subsequent to going through the period of obliteration.

Obviously, he had dominated the speculations of swordsmanship 1 to 4.

To the degree that he previously speculated and laid out the hypothesis of the fifth tooth, which he had not officially scholarly.

At the point when he was stale on the grounds that he didn't have the foggiest idea about the correct way.

The recipe for rising one's status that one yearned for with a consuming thirst.

"... ... Right. Subsequent to drawing the fourth tooth, I needed to break the progression of mana once. That is the reason I was unable to make a fifth tooth!"

Vikir at last felt his contemplations clear up.

It required somewhere around 3 hours to comprehend and retain the information he had acquired.

Obviously, it was thanks to the experience collected again and again while remaining on 4 teeth for just about 20 years.

Having remembered the whole book, Vikir before long shut it.

It's great that he sorted out the best approach over to fourth tooth and go to fifth and sixth tooth, however as a matter of fact, that is not the genuine motivation behind being here today.

Vikir got back to the absolute starting point of the Internal Library.

It was a space that even knights who stood watchman and workers who cleaned the library could go through.

"what? youthful expert. For what reason did you come out once more?"

"What have you neglected? We will carry it to you."

"In the event that you are eager, will we present to you a dinner?

Workers come to benevolently talk.

According to the unpretentious regard and dread pervaded in his look, it appears to be that the bits of gossip about this commonsense abilities assessment have previously spread.

In any case, Vikir shook his head.

"I'm finished with my tasks."

The workers were likewise astounded by those words, and, surprisingly, the gatekeeper knights who were standing watchman were astonished.

"Already?"

"Watch somewhat more and afterward emerge."

"Do you actually have a great deal of time left?"

Everybody said nothing, however they looked extremely grieved.

It should be so.

To decline the swordsmanship course books that resembled treasures put away somewhere down in the Inward Library and to forget about them surprisingly fast.

It is reasonable that they feel frustrated about them, as these are significant assortments that merit perusing even at the put of their lives in extreme danger.

Regardless of whether it was Vikir before the return, it would have been something very similar.

Be that as it may, Vikir was indifferent.

"Before I leave, I intend to peruse different books too, so quit stressing and do what you need to do."

simultaneously. Vikir went to the shallowest floor of the Internal Library, where different books were gathered.

A portion of the knights, who were sparkling careful focus, murmured while observing such a Vikir.

"If it were in my shoes, I would have perused the swordsmanship course books in the profundities. I probably remembered it like there's no tomorrow."

"he is as yet youthful and doesn't have a clue about its full worth. He would think twice about it until the end of your life when you age."

"I need to tell the others not to stress. This is on the grounds that he is perusing inconsequential incidental books like that."

In any case, assuming they had seen Vikir's appearance back to them, they could never have neglectfully talked that way.

Vikir was scrounging through the books with an energy.

No one thought often about these books and they were a muddled wreck on this dusty shelf.

Vikir looked gradually and meticulously.

Furthermore, he had the option to find what he was searching for inside a couple of hours.

The edge of the library, a spot that everybody could see, however everybody passed by automatically.

There was an old book stuck there.

It appears to be that there is no conservation sorcery applied in light of the fact that it is very dusty.

"... ... ."

Vikir represented a drawn-out period of time, gazing at the title of the book.

<Hiding Ambush>

An essential book of type 1 that even the offspring of the Baskevilles didn't want to peruse.

An old book delegated a swordsmanship reading material.

Yet, who in this world knew the worth of this book?

Just Vikir, who had survived the period of annihilation, knew.

This book is the Baskerville's most prominent fortune!

Vikir took out the book.

It appeared to have been on the shelf for quite a while, and at first it didn't come out well.

It was only after I pulled out and take care of a couple of books that were obstructing my direction that it was pulled out and uncovered to the world.

"... A hiding trap."

Having prevailed with regards to removing the book, Vikir painstakingly swiped it with his hand.

Furthermore, he turned the page.

Pararak-

He immediately turned through the pages.

Furthermore, soon, the justification for why this book was delegated a various book was uncovered.

A torn page should be visible in the book.

A meager book, as though a couple of pages had been taken out.

Torn marks are apparent on each significant page. Obviously, the items were cut off and not associated.

Along these lines, nobody could grasp the items in this book, and accordingly, it probably been named a particularly unimportant random book.

but.

'... ... I know.'

Vikir. he remembered what was composed on the torn pages of this book.

Since the recollections of partaking in the 'Activity to Recover Torn Pages' or 'Activity to Reestablish Missing Teeth' were still clear in his mind.

Around then, the dog that crossed innumerable lines and gathered every one of the pages that had been torn and lost was Vikir van Baskeville!

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