Trash of the Count's Family

“Destroy? Destroy what?”

Hilsman asked in confusion, but Cale ignored him and walked out of the bar.

He walked directly from the third floor of the bar to the entrance.

Many people watched Cale as he walked forward without any issues. The majority of them were residents of the Gyerre territory, who were shocked that Cale could still walk without any issues even after drinking all day.

Hilsman was also amazed at this before he noticed an empty bottle in Cale's hand and ran after him in shock.

“Y, young master-nim!”

“What is it?”

“Please, put the b, bottle down first ……!”

“Ah.”

He had forgotten about it.

He had forgotten that he was holding a bottle.

Swish.

Cale lifted the bottle up.

“Ahh!”

Hilsman recalled something that had happened two years ago. He recalled the trash that threw bottles at the gangsters within the Henituse territory. Hilsman had to take care of the aftermath at that time.

“…Are you drunk?”

“Excuse me?”

Cale frowned and stared at Hilsman, who had raised both arms in the air before handing the bottle over to Ron.

“Ron.”

“Yes sir.”

The bottle disappeared and Cale left the bar. Ron handed the waiter the bottle and payment for Cale's drinks before leisurely following behind Cale. He naturally made sure to grab the Vice Captain, who was standing there with a blank expression.

“Mr. Ron, what is young master-nim trying to destroy?”

Hilsman had been more respectful to Ron ever since he had learned of Ron's abilities. A hidden expert. That was Hilsman’s opinion of Ron.

“I'm not sure.”

The servant responded benignly.

“Wouldn’t he be talking about destroying houses?”

“…Excuse me?”

“Alright, let us go.”

Hilsman urgently chased after Cale with Ron. He caught up and stood right next to Cale, who was standing at the center of the bridge with a completely sober expression.

‘…The young master-nim is someone who does things on a large scale!’

Hilsman knew that Cale had said many times that he was going to do things lightly and destroyed many things in the process. That was why he was debating what he should do.

He heard Cale's voice at that moment.

“Vice Captain.”

“Yes, young master-nim.”

Hilsman looked toward Cale, who was looking down at the flowing river.

It was an artistic sight, with the red-haired Cale standing between the river and sky that had both been dyed red by the sunset.

There were not many people crossing the bridge due to the time of day.

Actually, there were never many people crossing this bridge between the slums and the shopping district.

Hilsman could hear Cale’s voice that was extremely quiet such that only those close to him could hear it.

“Apparently a noble household’s butler heads to the slums in order to bring food to the poor every so often.”

It was an unexpected story, but the Vice Captain listened to it and responded back.

“What a good butler.”

“Yes. Although, that butler is a staff member of the household that kidnaps citizens of the southwest region and sells them off as slaves.”

“…Excuse me?”

Cale looked toward the slums across the bridge.

“That butler just headed over to the slums. He was heading toward the ten houses where the citizens are imprisoned in the basement.”

‘Need to destroy them.’

Vice Captain Hilsman slowly realized what Cale was planning on destroying.

“Hilsman.”

“Yes sir.”

“What do you think about it?”

Cale waited for Hilsman’s answer, and the knight soon responded back.

“A knight takes action whenever he sees injustice.”

Hilsman added another statement once Cale looked toward him.

“However, if it is something related to our liege, we will hold ourselves back regardless of what it is.”

“Is that part of the Knight’s Creed as well?”

“No sir, it is my personal thoughts.”

A knight takes action whenever he sees injustice unless it is something related to his liege.

It could seem unfair, but that was Knight Hilsman’s personal creed.

Cale did not look negatively upon Hilsman’s personal creed, as Hilsman was someone who made it to the level of Vice Captain in the Henituse Estate that valued, ‘us,’ first.

Cale stopping leaning on the bridge and started to speak.

“Then let’s not hold back now.”

“Yes sir!”

Cale looked toward the shopping district on the other side.

Freesia was sending him a signal.

This signal was the one that said that the people who were following Cale had returned to their master.

Their master was naturally Antonio Gyerre.

There was no way Antonio would not put a tail on Cale. Cale had decided to make his move in the open while knowing that Antonio had done this.

one of the shabby houses. It was the first house across the bridge. The ten houses continued on in a

stood in front of the

“Hello?”

cautiously spoke while looking at Cale, who seemed to be a noble, as well as the knight beside

same time, he had a look of despair as if he realized that he had run into a drunk noble based on

middle-aged man a

“Do you live alone?”

me? No. I live with

“Is that so?”

and

your entire

“Excuse me?”

give

“10. 9.”

man became anxious at Cale’s counting before urgently moving after seeing Cale

this noble’s

the middle-aged man instantly

the shopping district across the street. The other people living in the slums quickly entered their houses and locked their tattered

crazy noble is causing

that way. The middle-aged man

his wife, two sons,

master-nim, this is my

middle-aged man was shaking and his family seemed pitiful. At the same time, the Black Dragon started to speak

are people in the basement. A lot

Dragon’s voice

all look so thin. I think they have been starved. They are also dirty. I don’t think they have been able

speak

beating the people in the basement until just now.

sons and the daughter that the middle-aged man claimed were his children. His gaze made them lower their heads

the middle-aged

it’s just the

before starting to speak as

my entire family out as

are not his family. They were calling each other leader and assistant leader inside. Now they are lying as

serving as a lie detector without even being

looked down at the middle-aged man without much reaction. That gaze made the middle-aged man who had been bowing

Cale was smiling.

seemed to

did I

middle-aged man could see the Chryshi butler in the distance, who shook his head as

the noble’s

should be nobody inside the house

slaves were inside but did not say anything as he contemplated how to give this

was beyond the

is old.

added on as if he was throwing a stone into a

am going

“…Excuse me?”

he had heard something wrong.

a new house. Is

“Well, you see…”

had been standing silently stepped forward. He still did not speak. He just clicked the sword in

What kind

middle-aged man could

it was a shabby house, it was still a good house for being in the slums

would he suddenly destroy

was at that

will destroy it in five

human trafficker was

people inside. The slaves in the basement would naturally die if the

“5.”

started to

“4.”

household’s butler turned

“3.”

was his way of saying, ‘let’s forget

“2.”

suddenly

would this young noble

one knight do

“1.”

answer to that question was

“0.”

as the Black Dragon started

a shield on the basement as well as the entrance to the

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

made the human

Oooooooong-

heard a rumbling

noble

Paaaat!

saw a

could also see

“…Huh?”

wings

if it was trying to make it so other people could not

Silver shield.

man, as well as

“…Perhaps?”

about

the famous noble of the

just mindset. Since they were in

“…Cale Henituse?”

gasped as soon as he

Poke.

sharp blade was

young master’s name as

mask, lightly poked the butler with his

‘Something is wrong.’

that something must be wrong. His

really

man started to speak to Cale with a pale expression before closing his mouth. He

the gaze of a drunk

red face that he had not looked at Cale’s eyes

crowd that was looking at what was going on from both the slums and the

the middle-aged man

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

seconds had already

shield started

magic to support

fortified with Raon’s magic fell on the

Crack.

started with the sound of the

the noise started to

Boooom-

rumbling as the house

“Ah.”

before falling on the ground from the rumbling. He had a blank expression as the wind and dust blew past his face. He could see the house crumbling to

‘The stupid slaves!’

he needed to sell

would be crushed to death as it