Trash of the Count's Family

‘Young master. I heard about everything from deputy butler Hans. This Ron will do whatever I can with my lacking abilities to make sure you can shine at the capital.’

Cale’s shoulders were starting to shake as he walked out of the Count’s estate. He was thinking about the conversation he had with Ron as soon as he woke up this morning.

‘This is going to be your first time outside the Henituse territory, right? I am very good at hunting rabbits. I will hunt some rabbits for you when we are camping outside.’

Ron’s calm and benign voice echoed in Cale’s ears. He felt as if he could still hear Ron’s voice echoing like a hallucination throughout the fog outside.

Cale was scared of the fact that Ron was explaining to him about how to hunt a rabbit first thing in the morning.

‘You need to be careful when handling a small animal like a rabbit that gets scared easily. Since you don’t know when or how it will run, you need to pay attention to the surroundings and kill it in an instant. Ah, you also need to remove the innards after catching it. I am also very good at that.’

Cale had to turn away as Ron mimicked cutting open a rabbit with his hands. Ron was excited. However, the only thought Cale was having right now was that Ron was toying with him. Cale was just happy that Ron was heading to the capital with him.

I can tack on Beacrox as my personal chef.

Ron. Beacrox. Cale had already told Hans this morning, so that he could bring the father and son duo with him. Of course, Ron was there as well.

‘Hans, I want to take Beacrox as my personal chef for this trip.’

‘May I ask, why Beacrox? He is extremely busy running Kitchen #2.’

‘I don’t know. But I can’t eat anything other than Beacrox’s cooking. I will be taking him, so you figure out the rest.’

Hans became anxious, but Ron seemed to be happy to be going with his son.

‘Young master, my son will be very happy. We had a need to go to the capital anyways. I will deliver your exact words to him.’

Cale relaxed after hearing Ron’s words. He was worried that they would say no, but Beacrox should enjoy leaving the Henituse territory and traveling to the capital as well.

Cale walked through the foggy Western City as he thought about the people he would take with him to the capital. The story was progressing a little differently than the novel, but it wasn’t like he could give up on gaining some benefits for himself.

“Young master, you are here early today.”

The baker seemed to be pretty relaxed around Cale after seeing him a couple of times. Cale just stoically asked the baker.

“The bread?”

The baker smiled as he handed Cale a bag full of bread.

“Of course, I have it all ready. But is today really the last day?”

“Why? Greedy for more money?”

“Yes, I definitely am.”

Cale started to smile. He liked honest answers like this. Cale patted the shoulder of the baker, who seemed to be a bit more relaxed around him, and headed for the slums.

“I’ll come back when I want to eat it again.”

The baker longingly watched as Cale disappeared into the fog and then started to pray. He was praying for Cale to come back and spend a ton of money.

Cale naturally did not know about the baker’s prayer as he walked over to the slums. He then saw the siblings waiting for him.

‘Do these kids not have a home?’

Cale had come much earlier than usual. However, the siblings were curled up together and waiting for him, as if they had been waiting at the top of the hill all night. The younger brother seemed to be leaning into his older sister’s embrace.

The siblings were quietly looking up at Cale. Their hair and clothes seemed damp, probably because they stayed here through the foggy morning.

Of course, Cale pretended not to notice.

“Here, take it.”

The young boy took both of their shares from Cale. Cale waited until the boy picked it up before turning around and heading for the man-eating tree.

‘I’m glad it is foggy.’

The fog made it difficult to see. Since this hill was the highest point in Western City, other than the Count’s estate, the fog was even thicker up here. Nobody else would be able to see what Cale is doing, or more importantly, what Cale receives from the tree.

More, give me more. Please.

Cale poured a bag of bread into the hole while listening to the eerie voice of the grudge-filled soul as usual. The darkness inside the hole was slowly turning from grey to white. Cale started to smile, thinking that all his efforts were not for naught. It was at that moment.

More, more, more!

‘What?’

stepped backwards at the voice that now

mention something like

more! I will give you a present if you bring me more.

That word made Cale’s eyes start to sparkle. Although he didn’t expect the soul to

“Just wait.”

as he started to move back through the fog. It was the

would start

thought they went to dodge the rain and put the third

should be the

was now as white

put this

was full of anticipation as he poured

And finally.

Ooooooooooong-

his attention because of the hole that was starting to turn transparent. It should be dark inside the hole because of the shadow of the

was the

Power, he could hear the voice that

was so, so

was

you brought. I guess even food develops as time goes by. There was no such thing as bread back in my days! The wheat itself must grow on a really fertile land! Yes, not

the taste of

caused by the voice started

wasn’t in

resolving that grudge by evaluating the taste of the bread. Cale started to frown further. He was only thinking about the Ancient Power in ‘The Birth of a Hero.’ This Indestructible Shield was the only Ancient

up taking control of it. But then why would the author mention something that could be useful but was never actually taken by

Cale’s head, however, the obnoxious voice continued to chatter away, making him unable

am so

It felt like the grudge was from not being

the spirit chat on and on for a couple of minutes, evaluating all of the different

not available in ancient times. The people of the Forest of Darkness claimed to be

Cale decided to wait a little longer after hearing the spirit mention the

ass. Of course, I

it was important to listen to stories about the ancient times. However, the story soon

give up this taste even if I got fat. It’s so unfair that I had to eat dirt

was an amazing and professional evaluation. You’re

spirit cut Cale

are

couldn’t tell whether he could really communicate

figure out the situation at hand. At least the voice stopped after telling him thanks. Called looked toward the

“How interesting.”

tree, the originally black man-eating tree, was starting to turn white. It then started to slowly grow some green leaves. The scene looked even more

Ooooooooong-

down underneath the trunk

put his hand into the

‘This must be hit.’

started to smile before hearing the voice one more time.

It will protect you.

Shiiiiiine.

was silver in color, and the light started to become absorbed by his body. The absorbed light all gathered at Cale’s

“Huuuuuuuh.”

out a long sigh as he opened his eyes. It did not hurt. It

up the shirt that

‘I did it.’

was a small silver shield inscribed over his heart. It was different from a tattoo. Such a beautiful and fancy shield left its

will prioritize its owner’s safety above anything else. The location of that promise

“How nice.”

could feel the strength wrapping around his heart. It was not causing any issues. In fact, it felt like the

their unique mark when they

was written in

Paaaaaat.

‘Indestructible Shield’ appeared in front

wings on both sides of the shield, which allowed the shield to move within a

part of his body. This immediate familiarity was one of the special traits of Ancient Powers. That was why heroes used

Cale started to smile.

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