Trash of the Count's Family

The top floor of the Golden Tree. This location that was the highest spot in Vegas City was as quiet as a theatre waiting for a play to start, although there were some whispers down below.

Click.

The Singten Guild Leader Plavin opened the door to R-3.

The auction house for the VIP auction had seats from 1 - 5. However, there were VIP sections as well.

R.

This was the symbol for the terrace where you could see the auction platform, as well as the seats below.

The auction house had a total of 8 terraces like this, and they were all labeled by the letter R.

It was possible to see the entire platform, but most importantly, the terrace had a sound barrier and made it easier to hide your identity in comparison to the other seats.

Plavin Singten entered terrace number 3 while wearing a mask that was embedded with beautiful jewels.

Screeech.

He opened the curtains covering the terrace.

Plavin had to find a seat in R-3 at short notice, however, it was not difficult as the seat originally assigned to the Singten Merchant Guild, which was one of the top five merchant guilds in the Empire, was within the 8 terraces.

The number itself was not important.

“Guild leader-nim, shall I bring some tea?”

Plavin turned toward the voice.

The participants inside the auction house could bring one servant with them. Knights and mages could not come with them.

That was why Plavin had brought the assassin guild's vice guild leader as his servant.

“No need.”

Plavin did not even sit at the luxurious couch as he looked around the terrace.

‘Is he on terrace 4?’

‘That bastard. Where could the crazy bastard with the Determination of Fire be located?’

That was the only thing Plavin was focused on right now.

The eight terraces were all paired up, however, there was a thick wall between the paired terraces in order to make it difficult to know who was on the other terraces.

Plavin licked his lips with his tongue.

‘Just how are we going to meet?’

He had no idea about how the person would approach him. He asked the assassin a question.

“The Flynn Merchant Guild is on terrace 4?”

“Yes sir. It is said to be Billos, who is second in line to succeed the leader.”

From terrace 1 to terrace 8, the Singten Guild Leader had used all of his information networks in order to figure out who was on each terrace.

‘…Is the Flynn Merchant Guild's successor the crazy bastard?’

Billos, the bastard son of the Flynn Merchant Guild's guild leader, was still young. But most importantly, he had never gone near the Empire’s Vatican nor had he had any contact with the Pope.

‘It is possible that I just didn't know.’

It could be that he was looking down on the Flynn Merchant Guild, however, his instincts that had been honed through years of experience were telling him something.

It was not the Flynn Merchant Guild.

They were not at that level.

He was close to certain that his intuition was correct.

It was a more difficult existence to determine. That seemed to be the crazy bastard's identity.

“It will start soon. How about we sit down for now?”

“Sure.”

Plavin realized that he had been overly anxious after hearing the assassin’s comment. His face underneath the beautiful mask was extremely nervous.

‘The Flynn Merchant Guild's successor apparently already entered terrace 4.’

Plavin was the last to enter terrace R. The staff of the Golden Tree Auction House had closed the entrance to the terrace as soon as he entered. Talented swordsmen were said to be guarding outside the door.

‘But they’re probably still weaker than that crazy bastard.’

Plavin hated the person blackmailing him, but still wanted to see who it was.

‘Is this what it feels like to be dragged around?’

The merchant guild leader had changed his goal after last night. The original goal was to reveal the person and take the necklace away, however, it had now changed into making a deal.

A mutually beneficial deal.

This meeting would not be too bad if it was a mutually beneficial deal. Plavin made up his mind to put his, ‘know-how,’ that he had gained after so many years to use.

Of course, he had no idea that the phrase, ‘mutually beneficial deal,’ was not in the other person's mind.

Boom-

He started to hear the sound of a drum beating.

“It is starting.”

“Yes.”

Plavin sat up straight at the assassin's words and casually looked down at the platform.

The auctioneer for the auction walked up to the beat of the drum. The auctioneer was also wearing a fancy mask as he spoke into the amplification magic device.

for joining us in this new year celebration

tone, the auctioneer’s demeanor

the anticipation for the items that were about to come

for bringing out one best item every day for the duration

shared the theme

theme of this auction is, ‘Beast people.’ Ah! Of course, we do not put living Beasts up for

peeked toward

someone who had risen to his current position through that barbaric slave trade. However, the assassin ignored the auctioneer's words after seeing the guild leader's

will start with the

to the platform and the audience applauded the start of the

Clap, clap, clap-

simply continued to look down

Clap, clap, clap-

Tap.

a different noise amongst the

body

the dagger that was inside

that they

had come from

onto the railing

bid is

the moment he heard the auctioneer's

Screeech.

The curtains closed.

could not take his eyes away from the curtain that closed by

Click.

but the inner door to the terrace was locked by itself

don't think there will be a reason for

though he did

‘Young.’

was the voice of a

that was clenching the magic device started to shake. The man did not care as he

assassin as your servant. Isn’t that too vicious?

“Haaaa.”

of the assassin behind him. The merchant guild leader and the assassin. Both of them had the same thought in

‘An expert.’

that this invisible man was an

Clunk.

Plavin’s eyes opened wide as

you so

air. The white-haired man was sitting at

mask that was as white as

Fuck! He’s at least a

the man had been using invisibility magic, however,

a mage and

man had realized he was about to take his dagger out. That alone signaled that the man was involved in martial

and a fighter. The assassin got a headache after thinking about the man’s stealthiness

of them, Cale, was just saying whatever

Human, aren’t I great?

the dagger. Raon had

‘What a useful Dragon.’

his satisfaction at how Raon learned to work without needing any directions as he smiled toward

of his

did

at the fact that Plavin's first

That was not important.

out of his

Clang.

his index finger and started

was stuck on the Determination of Fire. He heard

“30.”

his senses as he clenched onto the armrest and started to

the hell are you? How dare

“Haaaaa.”

let out a

“How boring.”

“What?”

no intention to listen to such a boring response. That was why Cale just said what

“30 billion counds.”

about to get angry,

30 billion counds.

Cale was saying. He immediately responded back in

“W, what crazy nonsense!”

I go

white-haired man responded back in an arrogant and annoyed voice. He was giving off an aura that made it difficult to even approach

to get angry, but the gaze of the man made it

Aura as he spoke to Plavin

“Plavin Singten.”

the man who was spinning the Determination of Fire as if it was a toy. This was because he had no idea what the man

and the Church of the Sun God. Which has the longer

an

something anybody could easily

Sun God. The church had been around longer

God had existed for much

expression changed as well. The man in the

is a reason something lasts so

the Sun God had survived much

God had been around before the Empire had even set its foundation

religions and kingdoms that had disappeared

of the Empire and had planned on retrieving the Determination of Fire in order to end all

he had an odd thought after seeing the person in

The man sounded certain.

sound like he is saying the Church of the Sun God is not done? He is speaking as if it will last much longer than the

anxiety filled his face. It was the

you

was indeed

internally agreed with

was really

should know what the bad news

different emotion moved past