The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Vikir gave the Baskerville triplets a quick glance and left the room.

Clink.

As soon as Vikir left the cabin and closed the door behind him, he heard a commotion inside.

''Kwaaaaaa...ub! uub! ub!'

The screams cut off unnaturally, as if the hounds had understood the meaning of their master's gesture.

Now that the pesky Grenouille is gone, the group activities should go off without a hitch.

Vikir left his cabin and walked out near the seamy passageway that connects compartments to compartments on the train.

There were shops and cafes there, and passengers from other compartments were milling around.

Suddenly, Vikir made eye contact with a small girl.

She was staring at a cake in a glass display case with a twinkle in her eye, wondering if she wanted to eat it.

Vikir bought the cake along with a bottle of water.