Iron Blooded Hound-Chapter 155 - : Undercover Operation

"I'm sorry this happened."

Vikir turned around and apologized.

Dolores was expressionless and couldn't answer.

And the people around him couldn't help but misunderstand his expressionless expression.

``Vikir! Don't be an idiot! ``Why are you so brave?''

``The Saint is in shock!''

``Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Sister, hurry up and go to the shower room! I'll help you!"

Who on earth would pee in the belly of a saint?

I couldn't believe what was happening.

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy are appalled by this unprecedented disaster.

Sinclair and Bianca were also speechless and opened their mouths like carp.

Just one. Vikir was the only one who remained calm and rational.

``People sometimes make mistakes when they drink.''

Vikir tried to comfort Dolores by saying this.

He tried to tell her not to worry too much.

But it was too much for the other students watching.

"Saints, let us declare a holy war."

"Vikir! Kneel and pray, or you will be banished!"

"It's a holy war!

Meanwhile, the Holy War of Quobadis will take place!

"..."

Dolores opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

His vision rotated.

"What the hell is going on?" Why is everyone yelling at Vikir? I'm the one who peed.''

A thought ran through her mind, paralyzing her.

Panic. For the first time, she threw a tantrum.

Normally, she would accept being called annoying, but she wouldn't have passed that stigma onto others.

However, Dolores was too shocked to decide whether this was reality or a nightmare.

So she's sitting on the bed with her mouth half open, and she can't speak.

She even shows signs of transient aphasia.

Sinclair and Bianca stand on either side of Dolores, who looks like a lost soul.

``Mrs. President, let's take you to the bathroom first.''

``Don't look away! I'll stab you with an arrow!''

Sinclair and Bianca picked up the unconscious Dolores and rushed into the bathroom.

The rest of the girls looked at Dolores' bed and started cleaning it.

The boys are watching and can't move.

Next. Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, and the other boys surrounded Vikir and asked him incredulously.

"V-Vikir. You really peed on yourself, right? Please tell me otherwise.

But Vikir did not listen to his friends.

He took Dolores' shame upon himself for two reasons.

The first was a small repayment for the blessings received from St. Dolores before returning home.

Dolores, then known as the Saint of the Battlefield, saved countless wounded soldiers from the brink of death, including Vikir.

At that time, Dolores could not remember Vikir's name or face, but Vikir did not forget her grace even in her second life.

And the second one is murder.

Guilty. You must kill him before this night is over.

To be honest, I didn't have much time for such childish play.

I have to finish drinking quickly.

But the saint gave me a good excuse.

"I'm sorry, friend. When you drink, you turn into a dog.

A dog is a dog. A hunting dog.

Vikir apologized, but his friends were surprisingly forgiving.

``Oh, you ruined the party.''

``Well, it's definitely going to be an unforgettable night.''

``Vikir, I hope we find you a good transfer school.''

Tudor and Sancho laughed hysterically, and Piggy cried for Vikir's future.

Piggy realized how difficult it would be to do well in school now that Vikir had been discovered by the Saint and all the girls in the room.

...Of course.

``Then let's go back now. Sorry about the cleaning issue. Please tell the saint to ask for the laundry fee later.''

However, Vikir himself didn't seem to care at all.

* * *

It's late at night.

The male students who broke into the girls' dormitory returned to the boys' dormitory under the cover of night.

Just before returning to their respective rooms, Vikir remained alone on purpose.

``I'm going to stop by the laundry room.''

He had a good excuse to avoid arousing suspicion: he needed to wash his pee pants.

Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy pat Vikir on the shoulder as they head to the laundry room.

"Come on, Vikir. Even if religion is your enemy, I am your friend. Our spear will be your strength.''

``If you are expelled, don't worry about finding a job. I will recommend you to the Northern Mercenary Guild. If you receive my recommendation, you will be given an office job.'' You should be able to get the job.''

``Now, let's leave Vikir alone. Of course, I'm on your side! I'm a commoner, but I'm sure my family will help me if I need it!''

Yes. With that, everyone rushed into the room, as if wanting to give Vikir some time alone.

They were still talking about Vikir until the door closed behind them.

"Not even a saint would be able to banish him." "If you want to make this a public issue, you have to reveal that we smuggled drinks at night, and that hurts everyone." ``I hope this case stays quiet.'' and so on.

On the other hand,.

"..."

Vikir returned to the laundry room, took off his wet clothes, and quickly put on the clothes he had hidden.

Nighthound.

Dressed in black cloth and wearing a plague doctor's mask over his face, he looked like an unstoppable monster.

The dog is hunting now.

``The timing couldn't have been worse.''

Tudor and Bianca had been very good at organizing the meetings of the boys and girls, so they already knew the supervisor's shifts and patrol routes.

Through their volunteer work, they also memorized the floor plans and shapes of each building.

Vikir quickly climbed to the laundry room window and to the outside wall of the building across from him.

He has worked so hard so far that he could sail even with his eyes closed.

Vikir climbed old drain pipes he opened, crossed the roofs of buildings he repaired, and moved from building to building through windows he installed.

The drainpipe was welded in various places so that he could grab it and climb on it, and there was a recess in the roof of the building that he could crawl into and hide in.

The exposed walls, which originally had no windows, were also carved in red brick for easier access.

Rooftop chimney, laundry room, shower, toilet, hallway windows, etc.

And then.

Vikir stood in front of the four-story circular building that surrounded Guilty's living quarters.

Initially, he was housed in Building 4, where children from the ages of 17 to 19 were housed.

The second building was his building number 3, which housed children from 13 years old to 16 years old.

The third building was Building 2, where the children lived from the age of 8 to 12 years old.

The fourth was his building No. 1, where newborns were housed.

It wasn't until Vikir passed these four buildings and went deeper and deeper that he found the room where Guilty was sleeping.

Vikir slipped on the roof and landed at the back door of Building 4.

When he shakes the glass window at the end of the hallway that he removed earlier, the latch releases, and the window opens.

Clatter, rattle, rattle.

With a ghostly movement, Vikir climbed out the window and was immediately faced with the dark, silent hallway of Building 4.

Then.

"...!"

Vikir found a clue on the other side of the tomb-like, quiet hallway.

It was dark and meaningful enough for Vikir to hold his gaze for a moment as he walked further down the hallway.

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Our orphanage has established the following code of conduct for the safety of night shift staff:.

The following matters must never be divulged to outside parties, and if an accident that violates this occurs, our child care facility will not provide compensation.

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