Trash of the Count's Family

Chapter 106: Forgot About It (3)

‘A former knight, an archer, and an assassin?’

‘Maybe I can just create my own camouflaged fighting brigade.’

How shocked would the enemy be if a Flying Skeletons Brigade and a group of cooks, artists, and sculptors, who are actually experts, showed up to fight them?

Cale slowly started to smile.

“They are all above average in ability?”

“Yes. All three of them are at about Vice Captain Hilsman-nim’s level.”

Human, why are you smiling like that? Is there something fun? Tell me, tell me!

Raon asked, but Cale did not answer. Instead, he looked toward Ron. Choi Han was dull when it came to things like this, but Ron was not. Ron started to smile as soon as they made eye contact.

“Young master-nim, isn’t this territory a better place to live than you expected?”

“Seems that way.”

Count Deruth was currently in the process of fortifying the castle wall ever since Cale told him about the Northern Alliance. It was a large-scale construction using Mueller’s blueprints.

Furthermore, his father was busy increasing the number of soldiers, as well as their skill level. Of course, he was not taxing the citizens of the territory to do that. If he was, would they all come here to celebrate like this?

Count Deruth was putting his own money to work. However, it did not seem like it was enough yet.

“Very good.”

Cale leaned his body into the very soft couch. He was in a position that would make it easy for him to fall asleep, however, such a position was fitting for Cale.

“Yes. That man over there is the archer.”

The art competition was currently underway. It was more like an event than a competition though.

The artwork went through a first round of judging before the second round was conducted in public to determine the winner. The qualifiers from the first round were showing off their artwork of the Stone Mountain and quarry behind the Henituse Castle.

There would be a winner from this event.

Cale turned his gaze to the archer artist that Choi Han had pointed out.

The short-haired man with a long beard jumped up and started to swing his brush in the form of an X on the easel.

“Not this! Why am I so terrible? How could I call such trash art?! My hands are crazy!”

The paint flew everywhere as the man clenched his hair.

“I am trash! Art is not something like this!”

Cale started to think while looking at the painting.

‘But it is really good.’

Cale looked toward Choi Han, who avoided his gaze. Choi Han could not make eye contact, but still started to speak.

“He is quite sensitive. He has been in the territory for the shortest amount of time, at only 3 months. They say that he built a house next to the white tree at the top of the slums, saying that it is the source of his inspiration.”

‘What is the source of his inspiration?’

Cale looked down to see On and Hong meowing in laughter.

The Man-Eating Tree located in the slums where Cale had earned his first ancient power, the, ‘Indestructible Shield.’ That tree had turned white with blue leaves thanks to Cale.

“This, this isn’t it! I can’t show this trash to people!”

Cale started to speak to Ron.

“Let’s pass on that guy.”

The White Tree in the slums reacted to Cale because he was the owner of the Indestructible Shield. So, what if the tree was to react to Cale when he went to visit that archer?

‘I may end up becoming his muse.’

He had a bad feeling that something like that would definitely happen.

“What about the sculptor? Will they come to the preliminaries tomorrow?”

“No, Cale-nim.”

“Then?”

“They did not make it through.”

Mm. Choi Han contemplated for a moment before continuing on.

“They came in last place. They seem to have no talent for sculpting.”

“But they are skilled in assassination.”

Ron interjected and asked Cale.

“Young master-nim, should I reserve a restaurant?”

“Yes.”

Cale debated whether he should go see the chef first as he leisurely watched the art competition. Of course, it didn’t need to be said that he sighed at the artist archer who called himself trash before running out of the area.

“Orabuni.”

Lily’s pupils were shaking. Cale just ignored this and entered the restaurant called, ‘A Place of Warmth.’

“Welcome young master Cale.”

The son of the territory’s lord had visited. It was only natural that the chef came out to respectfully greet him.

The old man in his seventies was fit, but the years had definitely taken a toll on his body. Cale was shocked when he had learned about this old man, but did not find it to be weird.

“I will guide you to your reserved room.”

The restaurants in front of the castle frequently prepared a separate room for when the staff at the castle brought guests over. Cale made eye contact with the old man, who could see Cale quietly looking directly at him.

Lily seemed very nervous as she looked back and forth between the chef and Cale.

Finally, Cale reached his hand out to the chef.

“It is my honor to meet my mother’s teacher.”

“What?”

at the chef and started

are mother’s

both hands. Lily started to roll her eyes around the

was a secret

Lily did not know that Countess Violan had known

because I wanted to meet my mother’s teacher

remained quiet as he observed Cale, before starting

be called the Countess’s teacher. You

a former captain of a

what Ron had

than 15 years

was from a fallen noble family. She had arrived at the Henituse territory

who was responsible for keeping her group

of Violan’s family, and when Violan said that she wanted to jump into the cruel world of merchants, he gave up his

Countess’s sword instructor when she

most nobles. Violan was not an exception, and knew the

dream to be a chef when the Countess

happened more than fifteen years ago. Apparently,

that the food here is

smiled softly while Edro stiffened up

no trash worse than

teach a bastard like Cale some tough love after seeing Cale drinking and

should be up to

before guiding

enjoy the meal with

was in a different room. This was so that Raon, On, and

“I will serve you.”

from the Countess that Ron was an assassin. He was shocked at that fact, but shocked even more at the fact that Ron’s skill level was

“You sly bastard.”

you are

observed the benign smile on Ron’s face. He saw Lily and Cale sitting in the room and slowly closed the

could hear

is a talented swordsman.

Edro looked toward Ron.

is

the door. Cale did grow up well. He grew up into

Click.

quiet noise and Ron started to say the things that were prepared

because he wanted to meet the person who used

from what Cale

young master-nim seems to want to learn

had for his liege and student, started

that you will

become the

Ahem.

a fake cough before heading toward the kitchen. Ron followed behind him while recalling what Cale

for him to be in

had grown up very smart and sly. Of course, Ron liked it like

bait

time for

speaking, this was the last person, since

even though it is night

the things shining brightly in the dark makes my

wearing a black robe, the invisible Raon, and Choi Han, who was holding On and Hong in his arms, walked

busy night market was filled with people as Cale

silver coins! Buy me that chicken skewer! I will give you

a sigh and turned around. Deputy butler Hans

“Hans.”

“Yes sir!”

chicken

buy some chicken skewers for our

had multiple bags of food in his arms. They were all things that they were going to eat back home. Cale shook his

in front of

“W, welcome!”

jumped up and welcomed

‘This is serious.’

was speechless while looking at the mysterious sculptures. He looked at

sculptor who they believed to be a talented

I was not able to figure out her true identity. Young master-nim, for an assassin, half of it lies in

pointed to one of

“Is this a devil?”

had a mild presence that was more like your sweet next-door

these sculptures were

they were, they all seemed cold and eerie. It made him think about things

it is a flower. It is a

‘… Forsythia?’

this

a talent of its own. Cale truly believed that as he picked up the sculpture. Cale thought it

are right. It is a forsythia. I

“R, really?”

I want to gift this

came to mind. This process

give it to

this one, a …

is a lovely

me this one

looked like

“Thank you very much!”

are wonderful

two sculptures and continued to gently speak to

“They are my style.”

praise before. I am so

were full of admiration. Cale was sure about one thing

is a

had no talent but loved to sculpt and

Ron

that she was not noticed until

one of two

or

their investigation revealed

for the past three years. Ron said that he

woman handed him. He took out some money from his bag and handed it to

not have

her hand. The poor sculptor did not know

gift for all the toil you went

to

his hood while looking at the touched middle-aged woman. Cale

“Huh? Y, young master-nim!”