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.

that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like

Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis

or if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to

appeared

me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who saw the people of

a funny little

the Mercenary King a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal the fire hidden inside of

his head in

apologize. I realized that I made a big mistake

Illis immediately apologized to Ron.

the five households did voluntarily bow down and go to serve the White Star

“…What?”

had not

assassin households had been

is talking

The robed mage was not looking at anyone as he continued to

Poeff household. My uncle who was second-in-command took his people

this mage was the only survivor

massacred our Poeff

was calling

my father, my siblings, they all

but not massacred at the same

they could feel his hatred

silence

was the one who broke the

like you finished what you needed

smile on Bud

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

he responded right

you know why the White Star wants to kill

you just

gulp of alcohol as

he hates my power that is able

tell other people's

power.

he wants

to either get rid of that power or wanted

Illis continued to

an

clouded over

the first time he met anyone other than

a question at the

people’s abilities even if there were restrictions and it was not

“What attribute is it?”

thought about his

any of the attributes. Was

power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the

Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as Cale

“I can smell things.”

as

also

brushed by his

can faintly smell and hear a

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's

me along

could see and

to him by riding on the

he

his new friend in front of

with ancient powers smell like the

bridge of

what I noticed as the biggest difference

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud

smell something from each of you that the other

has that the

Cale started to smile.

eye

Dragon had said something to Cale

Star is

has not achieved

The attributes of nature.

did not have a balance of those

Cale started to speak.

have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

Cale’s gaze that was telling

a scent that the White Star does not have that

‘The faintest smell?’

of his ancient powers other than the

Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

voice of

doesn’t seem like the White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as this information

and

that Cale and the

and Cale looked toward each

powers clash against each other due to their

body, while collecting all five attributes being a way to help them

attribute was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

missing link for him to achieve balance was an

he might

King

openly running from

eyes were no longer smiling but

at all since some

dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would destroy

underworld and the regular Eastern

Mercenaries Guild stood in the middle of