Trash of the Count's Family

I want to survive, and I want to kill him.

Cale closed his mouth after hearing this inconsistent combination.

Someone else chimed in at this moment.

“Are you saying that the White Star is aiming for you, Mercenary King-nim?”

It was Ron. The Mercenary King slowly nodded his head to verify.

“That is the case.”

“…May I ask why?”

Ron could see the corners of the Mercenary King's lips quickly moving up.

“Of course. You were the last patriarch of the Molan household after all.”

Cale’s eyes headed back toward Mercenary King Bud Illis.

Ron Molan.

One of the past leaders of the five assassin households in the Eastern continent’s underworld. He had escaped to the Western continent with his son after Arm killed the rest of his family. Human! The Mercenary King does not seem like a total idiot! He is smart! He makes me think of the crazy Clopeh!

Cale did not disagree with Raon.

How did he know about Ron?

Why did he come to this inn when he knew about Ron?

The answer to those questions came not from Bud Illis but from Ron.

“You must have seen the directory.”

Directory.

That word made one of Cale’s eyebrows twitch. Ron then turned over toward Cale to explain.

“The scary thing about the Mercenaries Guild is the fact that there are mercenaries no matter where you go on the Eastern continent.”

Even small cities were bound to have at least one mercenary. Incidents will always happen where people gather, and mercenaries were usually the ones to resolve these incidents.

Cale started to speak.

“Their information network must be amazing.”

Bud Illis nodded his head.

“Mercenaries accept jobs as long as the conditions are good enough whether it is in the underworld or the bright regular world.”

Mercenaries did not care about good or evil.

They just moved according to their own set of rules.

In some aspects, they moved based on what was, ‘best for business.’

“That is why information is important. This is especially true for information about strong individuals.”

The Mercenary King looked toward Ron as he continued to speak.

“That is why the Mercenaries Guild has records about strong individuals. We call that the, ‘directory.’ It naturally has information about patriarch Ron Molan-nim.”

Face, name, birth information, etc. Mercenaries from all around gathered even the most trivial information about strong individuals and recorded it down.

It was because mercenaries who valued their lives the most needed to avoid these strong individuals.

This directory of information was the reason that the strong individuals, as well as the rest of the world, feared the Mercenaries Guild.

“It is probably a record that is at least ten years old. I didn’t think you would be able to predict my current appearance based on that information.”

“Well, a lot of it was thanks to luck.”

The Mercenary King elbowed the mage next to him.

“…Hey.”

Bud ignored the angry voice of the mage as he continued to speak with a bright smile.

“This friend of mine was one of the survivors of the five households.”

“…The five households?”

Ron sounded shocked for the first time in a long while.

His gaze turned toward the mage whose robe was covering his face. Cale turned toward him as well. He heard Raon's voice in his mind at that moment. Human! Do you remember the safe of the Mercenaries Guild branch’s Guild leader?

‘Of course I do.

We stole so much money from him.’ Do you remember that magic safe?

‘Yes……?’ This mage is giving off the same feel as the person who created that safe!

Each person's mana gave off a different feel, similar to how Rosalyn’s mana was red while the two Dragon's manas were respectively white gold and black. That mage is probably the person who created that safe! I’m so happy to see him! I want to greet him!

‘…Greet him? You're trying to cause chaos aren't you.’

Cale slowly turned his gaze away from the mage. He recalled how he had destroyed the Mercenaries Guild's branch leader’s room and caused a ruckus. I guess I'll greet him later! A highest-grade mage made that magic safe!

‘…No thanks!’

Cale started to ignore Raon's comments.

The mage bowed once toward Ron before looking away.

“…It is a past I wish to forget about.”

Ron did not ask anything after hearing that.

It didn’t matter as they still came knowing who he was. The Molan patriarch was someone who was famous in the underworld.

This was the case even if he was just an old man nobody remembered after all this time had passed since the incident.

The Mercenary King became the center of conversation again.

“I noticed that the issues between the Leeb-An City's underworld and the Mercenaries Guild started around the same time as when this inn opened. That was why I was investigating it when, oh my gosh! This friend next to me said that he thought he had seen your face before, Patriarch Ron-nim!”

Bud Illis was speaking as if he was talking about an exciting legend.

very smart. That was why I immediately started to look through the directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim

not avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze

debated whether the Molan household or if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to the White Star and cause a ruckus in

smirk appeared on

White Star? Me? Someone like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who saw the

a funny little

His eyes

his head

realized that I made a big

Ron. He then

five households did voluntarily bow down

“…What?”

had not known

believed all five assassin households had been destroyed

talking about

from the Mercenary King and Ron. The robed mage was not looking

household. My uncle who was second-in-command took

mage was the only survivor of his

our Poeff household.

mage was calling

mother, my father, my

Poeff was massacred but not massacred

they could feel his hatred for Arm, the White Star,

short silence filled the

one who broke the

sound like you finished what you needed to

Bud

lived for over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger than him, however, he did not

fact, he

White Star wants to

you just

a gulp of alcohol as

me because he hates my power that is

tell other

was a very dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze headed toward

he wants it for

either get rid of that power or wanted to make

continued

possess an ancient

over for

met anyone other than someone from Arm

question at the

could tell other people’s abilities even if there were restrictions and it

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his Dominating

did not necessarily fall under any of the

King's power did have an

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

about his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis

“I can smell things.”

expression turned dark as

also

rough palm brushed

faintly smell and hear a person's smell, their presence,

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's smell, presence and

delivered to me along

and

by

why he had

his new friend in front

like

bridge

noticed as the biggest difference between you

“What is it?”

Bud

something from each of you that the other does not

that each of us has that the

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact with

had said something to Cale before coming to

White Star

that bastard has not achieved a balance

The attributes of nature.

balance

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the

“Correct. You knew.”

continued after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him

Star does not have that you do have. It is

‘The faintest smell?’

to think about all of his ancient powers other

White Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’ You

voice of the Scary

the White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain

sky and

were the powers that Cale and the White Star had or

Cale looked

clash against each other

person's body, while collecting all five attributes being a

attribute was not one of nature’s

The White Star.

him to achieve balance was an

I think he might be desiring my power so

Mercenary King

am openly running from him while thinking about ways

no longer

all since some point in

underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would destroy the balance of

and the regular Eastern

Mercenaries Guild stood in the middle