Iron Blooded Hound - Chapter 177 - 177: Insect’s Whisper

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Insect’s Whisper

In a tense atmosphere.

All eyes are on her.

Dawn!

Vikir’s bow shot an arrow.

It flew in an almost straight parabola and eventually hit its target.

…Paa!

The sound it makes when it hits is a little strange.

Bianca narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

“…6 points?”

The words of surprise came out of my mouth.

Bianca’s face turned red as she realized that she had been thinking about Vikir the whole time.

Luckily, everyone else in the crowd had a similar reaction, so she wasn’t caught.

“Huh?

“Oh, you failed?”

“Well, 6 points is still 1 point…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I made a mistake!”

“Oh, it was supposed to be a record-breaker. I failed at the last moment.

Everyone spoke in unison.

Vikir quietly put down his bow and didn’t seem to be paying attention.

You don’t need to get the arrow. Then, at night, someone comes to pick her up.

That’s it.

Beep.

Vikir’s battle results are displayed in real time on the mana board in front of you.

143: 10 point throw and 6 point throw at the end.

This brings Vikile’s total score to 144, giving him a score of 1436 out of 1440.

That was just one point less than Bianca’s score of 1437, which included 141 10-pointers and three 9-pointers.

After winning by one point, Bianca was more surprised than happy.

“What happened to the last 6?” He was shooting 10 all the time; what happened at the end? Did it distract you?”

To be honest, even when he shot the X10 at the end, he didn’t think he would win.

Vikir’s force was too strong.

But after such a hollow victory, I only had doubts.

The crowd dispersed as easily as it had gathered.

“Come on, it’s getting cold. Let’s go practice.”

“Still, it’s quite an achievement for a national.”

“But it’s hard to break records.”

“He’s just lucky.” Isn’t that what happened?” It was almost a direct hit.”

People who don’t know much about bows pick up bows and go their own way.

But…

“…”

Bianca waited patiently until Vikir was gone and all the curious onlookers had disappeared.

Then she walked to the end of the empty alley, everyone watching her.

She could see a number of arrows littering her target. Our staff will pick you up after curfew every night.

Bianca stared at Vikir’s target and stuck out her tongue.

“I was wondering how he got into the academy with such a low mana supply.”

They say the ball rolls, but Vikir was certainly no scribe.

However, Bianca did not have the jealousy and envy that are typical of aristocrats when a commoner achieves the same level of success as an aristocrat.

It only fuels their pride and competitive spirit.

“Hey, when I saw you undressed after Naphtali, your muscles were so tense. That’s a sign of hard training.”

When it comes to bows, there is less magic. However, it is a method that allows you to fully demonstrate your abilities.

At least if you can allocate your mana well, you can bring a lot of benefits to your allies.

“Well, I’m not interested in boys, but…he’s definitely a little weird.”

Bianca gritted her teeth and analyzed the arrow that hit her.

A thick pillar rose from the center of Vikil’s target.

The arrows are packed tightly together in one place, so it looks like a pillar.

All the arrows are staying within 10 points of him.

Some of them were shattered by arrows from behind.

But that didn’t matter to Bianca.

It’s just a misfire.

Bianca focused on an arrow stuck in the blue line at the edge of Vikir’s line of sight.

Last six-point shot. As a result, Vikir lost the maximum of 4 points and lost by 1 point.

Of course, he didn’t seem to mind, but Bianca couldn’t help but wonder.

“Why did he hit her six at the end?”

She suspected it was a lack of concentration or stamina. His results so far have been very good.

“I mean, I know the bow is a weapon that shoots within seconds, but that still ends up being a little too much, right?”

But that doesn’t explain it.

The only explanation is that Vikir’s concentration and stamina didn’t last all the way.

“Well, that was a boring ending. He was a pretty good opponent.”

Bianca clicked her tongue and turned away from him.

If I hadn’t noticed something right before I turned around,.

“Huh?”

Bianca, who has good eyesight, suddenly stopped just before turning away from Vikiel’s target.

That was the last arrow that Vikir shot—a six-pointed star stuck in a blue line.

Bianca’s gaze lingered on the tip of the arrow, and she shuddered.

A small, solid line sticks out of an arrow hole.

It was clearly an insect leg—a small insect like a mosquito.

“That can’t be true.” No way?”

Bianca’s throat burned.

Her eyes alternately focused on a group of arrows stuck in the 10-point box in the area and forming a thick pillar, and on a single arrow that was separated from the group and in the stack area of the 6-point box..

Single isolated misfire.

Is it a coincidence that there is a dead mosquito here?

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Vikir left the training area as soon as he fired the arrow.

“Physical training that doesn’t use magic is real.”

Because I kept using the muscles in my arms, my entire upper body was stiff.

The archery skills he learned from Barak’s warriors improved day by day.

He hadn’t stopped practicing since he left the deep sea.

“You can’t go anywhere if you’re being pushed around with a bow.”

Even if your opponent is a powerful latecomer, divine archer.

This is what it takes to maintain the pride of the Barak warrior tribe, even in foreign lands.

Vikir came from Balak’s hunting grounds.

“How’s everyone doing?”

I heard a rumor that the Barak tribe left their original base and went deeper into the country.

I recently heard from the Barak tribe through Cindy Wendy, but several months have already passed.

I felt refreshed after shooting a bow for the first time in a while.

Aquila the chieftain, the night fox, the eternally grumpy Ahun, his lovely sister Ahur, and Vakira, who became his father…

It’s a night where I miss my hometown friends, with whom I’ve slept, cried, and laughed for the past two years.

“And one more thing.”

Vikir’s mind naturally remembered that rainy night.

“See you later.”

Imperial language that I still don’t understand.

Aien. The woman he kissed right after punching him in the stomach the day he left the jungle.

Vikir stroked the collar of his neck.

The strong collar she knitted herself was made from the hide of the first bullbear that Vikir and Ayen hunted together.

Well then.

Vikil smiled faintly, remembering her familiar face in her head, and then she froze.

Boom, boom, boom.

Go ahead of him.

Vikir, whose senses were very sensitive, recognized with certainty that it was Dolores.

“You annoy me.”

Dolores doesn’t particularly like him. If he was seen, there was a risk that he would be scolded.

There weren’t many places to hide on the path, which was lined with tall ash trees.

Vikir paused for a moment to consider his options. Vikir checked his backpack.

‘Picaresque’> / Mask

-Hozokusohi +0

-Human Face – Animal Heart (人面獸心) -From

A scarf that looks like black dog fur.

Vikir put it over his head.

Please wait a moment.

Tutututu…

Vikil’s body turned into a dog.

A black puppy that is not large for its age.

Hack, hack, hack.

Vikir shuffled his tattered clothes into the bushes and sat quietly on the ground, waiting for Dolores to pass by on the mountain trail.

Finally, Dolores appeared from across the street.

Vikir realized what was going on, and Dolores walked quickly and eagerly towards the archery range.

“Are there any shops at the training ground?” There are only a few people.

As far as Vikiel could remember, there were very few people left on the training ground, and even fewer people that Dolores was looking for..

Is it Bianca?

“Yes. You can meet Bianca. Quickly.

Vikir remained humbly lying on the ground, his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

It’s the same reaction as Madam, who left the baby in the room.

At this moment,.

“What?”

Dolores stopped him in his tracks.

She looked down, her almost innocent eyes widening even more innocently.

That was the floor where Vikir was lying face down.

“Dear sir. Who are you?”

Dolores’ affectionate call surprised Vikiel a little.

Could that be the reason? Even the ever-agile Vikir was unprepared for Dolores’ surprising touch.

Dolores stroked Vikir’s head and scratched his cheek and chin.

She used her other hand to massage Vikil’s back and buttocks.

“Wow, really… you are amazingly cute. I have never seen anyone as cute as you. What is your name? Where are you from? If anyone else If not, what will you do? “Live with your sister?” ”

“…”

Before Vikir could react, Dolores reached out, slipped her hand under his armpit, and lifted him up.

“Youngcha-eh? You’re not an unnie; you’re a nuna, aren’t you?”

“…”

That moment.

Vikir felt an inexplicable shame that he had never felt before, even in this age of destruction.

Despite Dolores’ gentle and adorable appearance, he was actually a big dog lover.

I heard that she donates her meager income to a stray dog and cat shelter every year and volunteers every two months.

Well then.

Truly awful words came out of Dolores’ mouth.

“Oh, by the way. If you want to live with your sister, you’ll have to be castrated.”

Vikir quickly left, realizing there was no reason to stay and listen to this creepy statement. .

Hoda Duck-

A ball of black fur quickly escaped from Dolores’ arms.

His pink tongue hangs out of his mouth.

“‘Come on, sweetie, come with me, and I’ll buy you some pork chops and chocolates!’ Turn around for a second.

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