Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 134: Lesson

Professor Morgue Banshee.

Greasy jet-black hair, corpse-pale skin, thick eyebrows, and sunken eyes.

The all-black fashion, which covers the entire body with deep dark circles and black eyes, gives a dark and severe impression.

He is a member of the elite Morgmage family, specifically the Dark Faction.

He entered the academy at a young age, but after graduation, he did not return to his family but instead went to graduate school and became a professor at the academy.

Since then, he has taught a variety of core subjects at the academy for many decades, sometimes also teaching these theoretical general education courses.

Strict both to himself and others, Professor Banshee does not particularly like his students, with the exception of a few exceptional geniuses or star students, and he especially despises the lazy and foolish.

Is that the reason?

He expressed considerable displeasure and disdain that one of his students was sleeping.

How dare you do that on the first day of class!

``...It's not that the hot classes are amazing, but the cold classes are terrible, looking at this pathetic scene.''

Professor Banshee is a rare man who takes pride in his classes. .

The cold anger in his voice and the blatant slander of his intentions embarrassed all the students in both the hot and cold classes.

``There was a reason why the seniors in the hot class handed out ``hard-to-melt ice cream'' made with magic. I keep it on the back of my neck so I don't get sleepy.''

``Wow, I'm jealous.

``By the way, this Vikir is in trouble. He's going to mess up Professor Banshee's first day.''

"Well, he's a mess. I heard that professors give groups grades regardless of whether they did well or not.

``He only gave Mr. Sinclair a 10 for his attitude and 1 for the enthusiasm of the class as a whole.''

``That's true. I'm glad you have such talented students, Hot Class.''

"Meanwhile, Cold Class, you're doomed from the start. It's all the stupid troll's fault."

"How do you fall asleep at the beginning of class? Even the most nervous idiot can't."

The students bow to each other upon seeing Professor Banshee.

Not a single person was stiff.

Except Vikir.

"..."

Controversial Vikir is deep in thought, oblivious to the attention directed towards him.

"By the way, there was something wrong with all the guys I killed yesterday."

The faces of the 29 people he smuggled out of the academy to kill before visiting the OT last night. I remembered.

They all had a distinct demonic stench, and their "faces" melted away after death.

That was the quality he most related to the ninth of the ten corpses—the top nine corpses he was currently pursuing.

"There is a high possibility that 'he' is involved. I will ask Cindy Wendy to focus on him and investigate.

Vikil has made plans for the next demon hunt.

"...Vee, Vikil. Vikil!

Piggy poked me in the side, and I feel dizzy.

When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Piggy's grumpy expression and my classmates from Cold Class.

The first thing I saw was Professor Banshee's angry face over the laughter of the students in the hot class.

Professor Banshee then turned to Vikir, a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Vikir of Cold Class B, your arrest record shows that you already have a bad attitude. How on earth did you manage to get into the academy if you fell asleep on the first day of class?"

Professor Banshee's The words were met with sighs from cold students and ridicule from impatient students.

It is clear that if Wikiel is one of his, the attitude rating of the entire cold section will be deducted, resulting in a relative advantage for the hot student.

Well then.

Something happened that surprised the whole class.

"I'm not sleeping."

Vikir blurted out.

"...?"

For a moment, Professor Banshee couldn't believe his ears.

In the 20 years since he became a teacher, he had never seen a new student speak to him.

He has seen many students cry and get upset about certain points.

None of the newcomers dared to discuss Professor Banshee's waxy, pale features and the harsh aura of Morgue's dark warlocks.

Not even a fourth-year student, not a graduate student, not even a professor like him.

Professor Banshee then checked his ears to make sure they were working properly and asked Vikir again.

``Aren't you sleeping?''

``No, everyone had their eyes closed, so is that a lame excuse?''

``My eyes were closed, but I wasn't sleeping.""

Then Professor Banshee's expression hardened.

At the same time, all the students' faces became whiter and whiter.

Professor Banshee's smile became even crooked.

Then he said it again in a sarcastic voice.

``I see. I think I misunderstood you by assuming that students who just close their eyes are lazy.''

``It's okay. I may have misunderstood."

"..."

Even his classmates and Professor Banshee were speechless for a moment at Vikiel's casual reaction.

For a moment, I thought, "Did I really make a mistake?"

As Professor Banshee closed his mouth, a terrifying sound came from it.

There was a sound of gnashing, and the students at the front of the room all shrugged their shoulders.

Whatever comes out of a warlock's mouth should be watched carefully, but that's before the problem.

As if the temperature in the room had dropped by a degree, Professor Banshee turned to Vikir and asked his previous question sharply.

"Okay, if you're not asleep, you can answer my question. Please, I'll remind you of the previous problem."

Professor Banshee said, "You're repeating the previous problem." "Yo," he glared at Vikir. Once you have studied and understood this far, the answer is simple. Name the place where the barbarian tribe of Barak hunters attacked the imperial forces, and guess where their home base is based on their location. "

When he finished speaking, he looked from Sinclair fidgeting in the front seat to Tudor and Bianca sitting side by side in the back.

Professor Banshee glared at Vikir.

``My classmate gave me an answer that wasn't too bad earlier, but even those who can find the answer on their own attend my class with their eyes wide open, and those of you who don't can't say that.'' Hmm. Are you close to that level? Have you taken my class with your eyes closed? I'm waiting for an answer now.''

Professor Banshee left the podium, seemingly determined, and went to Vikir's desk.

It was his intention to take advantage of this opportunity to desperately gnash his teeth at one of the fools and give the whole class permission to take the steamer.

But.

``Oh, the young people at the academy solve such problems.''

Of course, Vikir wasn't worried at all; he was just amused.

For Vikiel, a war veteran who has spent decades wasting away on the battlefield, these problems are easier than tying his shoelaces.

The answer was written in his flesh and blood, especially since his life depended on it.

Of course, the depth of the theory is very different from simply writing with a fountain pen on paper.

However, Vikir knew his answers to these types of questions so well that he did not realize that Professor Banshee was intentionally giving the answers to the students as a trick.

So he made the mistake of answering questions many times.

"Barak and the Empire fought on the 1st, 4th, 5th, 7th, 8th, 14th, 27th, 30th, 75th, 207th, and 306th Highlands of the Western Front, many of which are incorrectly called the Basin. But in reality, most of the fighting took place during the winter, when ice and snow were falling and melting. Barak warriors are characterized as ultra-long-range snipers and guerrilla fighters, able to cover long distances and high ground with ease, as well as tame wolves and move across the plains. Their habitat is therefore expected to follow the general characteristics of nomads, and from their movements, it is clear that they are located on high ground in the depths of the jungle. Based on this map, I think the most likely location is near the Salt River on the west side between points A and B and near the falls that touch the west coast. "

Even if it is a military secret, it has not yet been released to the academic world.

"In any case, the natives of Barak have moved elsewhere since the Aheman incident. Even if they did, no one would be able to get there."

Wild animals, poisonous insects, danger The harsh vegetation, harsh terrain, and endemic diseases keep the Imperial Army at bay.

So Vikir found an answer that would not anger the natives of Barak.

...But.

The room remained silent as Vikir answered Professor Banshee's questions.

"?"

Vikir finally turned his head.

He looked up and saw a mysterious sight.

....

Piggy next to me, Tudor and Bianca across from me, Sinclair behind me, and finally Professor Morgue Banshee.

Everyone in the classroom, hot and cold, students and professors, stared at Vikir with their mouths agape.

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