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Chapter 41: Iron Stick

"Yet again, incredible to see you, Master," said Expert Baskerville of Staffordshire, a knight of the Knights of the Pit Bull. He had been responsible for Vikir\'s training once and had stayed nearby when they had brought down an unlawful slave deals management firm.

"How is Uncle Boston Terrier?"

"Without a doubt, he\'s as yet alive, and since that day at the slave closeout, he\'s been empowering me to bring Master Vikir into the Pitbull Knights. The way that I do comparable makes him thusly requested."

"What?"

"To never let the Wolfhound Knights eliminate him from me, never!" Staffordshire chuckled as he wrapped up. Vikir signaled in understanding.

They drove the specialists, supplies, and other escort that followed them to the Red Drill Mountain on the edges of the area.

As the name suggests, a red mountain stretched out steeply all along. At its base was a wide, level bowl that supplemented the mountain\'s sharpness.

Here, near the capacity compartment of the remarkable feeder to the Red and Dull Mountains, the stream is well off in residue, and the land is productive, and developing is extremely useful.

Yields of sugar cane, cotton, and tobacco were developing, and these were the chief consequences of Baskerville\'s estate.

Likewise, as you advance across this enormous breadth of farmland, you\'ll see layers fixed with reddish veins ahead.

By and large, in the seismically broke sections of the layers, is a glint of red light: the ruby veins.

There, men from the Morg family were looking for rubies.

Essential posts of wood and stone rose above the ground.

Starting now and into the foreseeable future, the Baskervilles would should be careful, as the Morg had leased the area to them.

Vikir\'s sharp eyes inspected the farmland to the back and the mining fields to the front. He saw nothing unlawful going on. Just the common scene of slaves tending and gathering yields or digging with pickaxes. The Morgas hadn\'t dismissed any plans either, perhaps because of the Baskervilles\' couriers.

Staffordshire cleared up for Vikir in a delicate tone. "This mission is apparently an assessment of our regions and liberality, yet..."

"I know. That it is a station for the destruction of the savages behind the mountains." Differently, there would be not an incredible clarification for Baskerville\'s knights to follow so eagerly behind. The Baskervilles had an entered Morg\'s region, covered as an ordinary bequest examination party. The Morgans, clearly, had some awareness of this.

For a surprisingly long time, Morg\'s military has in like manner been gathering here, covered as diggers. By and by Morg and Baskerville will join to crush the savages. The savages, clueless that an enormous force of contenders and wizards from the two houses has gathered here, will rush in shockingly, desolating yields and slaves, and that will be the beginning of the end.

Staffordshire said, "I hear that there are one specialist and twelve agents from the Light Party in Morgga, and one representative and nineteen congresspersons from the Faint Party, and it seems, by all accounts, to be that there are various wizards who are not administrators."

"The Morgas have put everything in order." While the Morgas have made this a truly noteworthy obligation, the Baskervilles have, most ideal situation, several dozen lay knights, with Vikir, a person from the Spot of Representatives. It had no effect, in any case, because the certifiable a-list of the Baskervilles were lying in catch on the contrary side of the mountains, and that had moreover been settled upon with Morgue. Vikir was really here to evaluate the home and blend. \'Without a doubt, expecting to be that Hugo\'s right, it would be great to have the choice to review the idea of the savages.

In a little while, the Baskervilles began to cross the mining region. Any place they looked, they saw coal mines, and they saw palisades, blockades, and posts climbing high above them.

Out of nowhere.

"Hmm?"

Vikir moved back his horse as he spotted something. His nose got the scent of consuming. The smell of meat cooked beyond what many would consider possible and subsequently burned to murkiness. Like on sign, the horses are frightened and falter. Before me, I see something inverse to the ground. It was long and pointed, becoming vertical beginning from the earliest stage reaching skyward. Likewise, in it was something uniquely amazing. Vikir kicked his hesitant horse rearward and pushed forward. The personality of the odd models was as of now clear. It was a goliath stick of iron. Only one being could have made something like this, an iron stick created from the minor parts of iron contained in the soil. "A mage." It\'s not startling for see something like this in the grounds of the Morg family, who are known for their mage association. In any case, the things entered by the sticks and nailed to the ground are extremely outcast. Skulls. Furthermore, cooked tissue. The bodies skewered on the sticks had all been seared to death. The bodies were mixed and facilitated, mischievous and human the equivalent, and some of them had been burned where it counts, leaving just void sticks. Whirling. With each tornado, the skewered corpses crumble into dim powder. ...Gross! A piece of charcoal, dark to the beasts or the malevolent spirits, tumbles from the stick and scatters trash on the ground.

"You\'ve been forewarned," Staffordshire communicated, looking toward all that had been skewered on the stick and consumed to death. This ought to be a counsel to the malevolent spirits and savages of Morgoth. Furthermore, Vikir most certainly realized around one person who did this. \'... ... You most likely adult, then, at that point. Vikir was recollecting in his cerebrum.

"Who\'s there!"

"Stand down!"

"Perceive yourself!"

Ankaljin hollers came from the post up ahead. Vikir looks up and sees three women plunging from the most elevated place of the post. More established women, stepping on shaky air like it were a stairwell. Singing red hair, dresses off-kilter in a deadly post. Viktor most certainly knew their characters from his understanding before the backslide.

"Highsis, Middlesis, and Lowsis, threesomes of Morgoth. Sixteen life partners of the year. Each a specialist of water, grass, and earth charm, and the joint effort of them three together? Brought into the world around a similar time and at that very hour, they were known as the Three Blooms of Morgoth. In any case, the world called them something different. Samhwa (三禍). It means \'three ailments.\' Each and every one of them was said to have an insane person, and together, they should be tireless. They were popular in Baskerville for their conceit. It\'s no large

treat they\'re the ones who ruin the very much arranged contention reliably. To finish everything off, they have strong strange capacities that make up for their appalling characters. Likewise, they were here, the three sisters of Morgoth, observing the entry stronghold to Morgoth locale. Vikir wandered forward and talked.

"We are couriers of House Baskerville."

Heisis, at the best in class, jeers.

"So?"

"Along these lines, we\'re here to audit the home and exchange unselfishness. Open the doorways of the post."

"Not right now. I\'ve sent a report to those in charge, so stop."

The horse said stop, not look out. Vikir asked.

"How long do we have to hold on?"

"I don\'t have even the remotest clue, maybe tomorrow? Ho-"

It was more than a solicitation; it was a conflict. Vikir\'s eyes restricted.

"In what name could you say you are holding Baskerville back from entering Baskerville\'s region? You are prideful for an inhabitant."

"What? You call me a tenant? Don\'t you understand the Occupant Security Act? That is a regulation by your own doing? Don\'t you attempt to know your own family\'s guidelines?"

"Expecting that is the law, I\'ve proactively changed it. I\'ve proactively transformed it to allow me to expel real inhabitants."

"...."

Vikir supported his horse forward fairly more while Hyssis was confused.

"I\'m the agent equity of the city of Longshot. I\'m here by game plan, and this is the last time I will address you."

"...."

"Open the doorway."

Hearing Vikir\'s words, the three Morg sisters exchanged looks momentarily. Then, the most established, Hyssis, smiled.

"I\'ve heard that there\'s a more young one in the city of Longshot."

"Goodness, but the thing could we say we will do about it?"

"In case it\'s an energetic villain, we\'ve had enough of them!"

The three sisters drew mana into their palms. Also, a while later.

...Quack, quack, quack!

Water, grass, and earth wizardry spread out, and Baskerville crashed down before them.

Vikir glared barely and raised his horse back. The three sisters\' chuckling rang out from past the flooding mushroom cloud.

"Laugh, laugh we\'ll hold on for you, you clueless warriors!"

"Not even Baskerville really contemplates entering Morg\'s region!"

"Will these sisters see what an inestimable blast a Baskerville is?"

Then, Staffordshire came to Vikir\'s side and said.

"I don\'t figure we should tell them."

Vikir was thinking the very same thing.

Out of nowhere.

"How dare you bitches who don\'t have even the remotest clue about the subject talk before anyone!"

"For sure!"

"For sure!"

Three hollers discharged from the Baskervilles\' courier. In a little while, three regular appearances ascended out of the dirt. Highbrow, Middlebrow, and Unrefined. The Baskervilles\' threesomes, who had been at the back of the task, wandered forward. They stood one close to the next, as of now all around arranged again, and glared at the three Morg sisters as they slid. They snorted.

"Don\'t you know the subject?"

"So you guys are higher up than us?"

"Don\'t let it even cross your mind."

Regardless, the three kin denied their words.

"Not us."

"Not us."

"Not us."

"Then who?"

"Who?"

"Who?"

The three family took certain individuals\' breath away as one at the request.

"This is our Baskerville street sign!"

The bearing the three kin look in shock and fear. That is where Vikir was standing.

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