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

front of the first

“Hello?”

middle-aged man in front of the yard cautiously spoke while looking at Cale, who seemed to be

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

asked the middle-aged

“Do you live alone?”

I

“Is that so?”

smirked and

your entire

“Excuse me?”

give you 10

“10. 9.”

became anxious at Cale’s counting before urgently moving after seeing Cale stop counting in order

guess you think this noble’s words

middle-aged man instantly

district across the street. The other people living in the slums quickly entered

a crazy noble is causing

that way. The middle-aged man bringing his

with his wife, two sons, and a

this is

the same time, the Black Dragon started to speak in Cale’s

lot of them. There are some

Black Dragon’s voice

I think they have been starved. They are also dirty. I don’t think they

continued to speak in a sad

basement until just now. I want

that the middle-aged man claimed were his children. His gaze made them

the middle-aged

the

starting to speak as he bowed in a very respectful

entire family out as you requested,

other leader and assistant leader inside. Now they are lying as well! Bad! They

a lie detector without even being told to do

That gaze made the middle-aged man who had

Cale was smiling.

crazy noble who seemed to be

did I get myself

Chryshi butler in the distance, who shook his head as if to tell the man to take care

the noble’s voice

should be nobody inside the house since your whole family

but did not say anything as he contemplated how

Cale, was beyond the middle-aged man’s

is old. It is very

added on as if he was throwing a stone into

I am going

“…Excuse me?”

really believed he had heard something wrong.

give you a new house. Is

“Well, you see…”

standing silently stepped forward. He still did not speak. He just clicked

the hell? What kind

could not believe

a shabby house, it was still a good house for being in the slums as it was right across from

he suddenly destroy this

at that

will destroy it

trafficker was

could not tell this noble to not destroy it because there were people inside. The slaves in the basement would

“5.”

started to

“4.”

household’s butler

“3.”

his way of saying, ‘let’s forget

“2.”

suddenly had

young noble destroy

one knight

“1.”

that

“0.”

as the Black Dragon started to speak

a shield on the basement as well as the entrance

“Ha, haha-.”

Cale started to laugh.

the

Oooooooong-

then heard a rumbling

same time, the noble reached out with

Paaaat!

a

see

“…Huh?”

shield with wings surrounded the

make it

Silver shield.

far from the capital, the middle-aged man, as well as the baron’s butler in the distance, were

“…Perhaps?”

butler thought about

about the famous noble

mindset. Since they were in the Gyerre territory that was close to the Empire, it was even easier for the

“…Cale Henituse?”

butler gasped as soon as he said

Poke.

sharp blade was at

young

lightly poked the butler

‘Something is wrong.’

butler finally realized that something must be wrong. His thoughts were

you really going to destroy our

Cale with a pale expression before closing his

the gaze of a

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

Cale’s cold gaze, as well as the crowd that was

the

“It’s been 5 seconds.”

seconds had already

shield started

my magic

was fortified with Raon’s magic fell on

Crack.

sound of the

started to get louder

Boooom-

was rumbling as the house

“Ah.”

and dust blew past his face. He

‘The stupid slaves!’

sell were crushed

to death as it was a crudely