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.

the directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like you

Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to smile

if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to the White

smirk appeared on

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

funny

punk. His eyes that were usually cold were

bowed his head

made a

Ron. He then

down and go to serve

“…What?”

had not known about

households had been destroyed or massacred

is talking about

robed mage was not

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

this mage was

members massacred our

was calling the second-in-command,

my

Poeff was massacred but not massacred at the same

not say anything else. However, they could feel his hatred for Arm, the White Star, and

short silence

was the one who broke the

doesn’t sound like you finished what you

on Bud Illis’s face became

lived for over thirty years, knew that Cale was

fact, he

know why the White Star

just

of alcohol as he

my power that

power to tell

dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze headed

wants it

White Star wanted to either get rid of that power or wanted to make

Illis continued to

an

clouded over for a

the first time he met anyone other than someone from

had a question

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

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his Dominating

not necessarily fall under any of the attributes.

power

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the power

the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued

“I can smell things.”

turned dark as

also

rough palm brushed by his

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

looked toward Cale.

me along with the

could see and

by riding on

was why he had been

friend in front of him were

smell like the attribute of

the bridge of

as the biggest difference between you and the

“What is it?”

asked and Bud

from each of you that the other

has that the other does

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact

ancient Dragon had said something to Cale before coming to

White Star

bastard has not achieved a balance of

The attributes of nature.

balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

the

“Correct. You knew.”

Illis quickly continued after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him to hurry up and share

White Star does not have that you do have. It is

‘The faintest smell?’

of his ancient powers other

that the White Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

solemn voice of the Scary

attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as

sky and

Cale and

Cale looked

clash against each other

causes a burden within a person's body, while collecting all five attributes being a way to help

attribute was not one of

The White Star.

for him to achieve balance was an earth

desire my power since who knows when. I think he might be desiring my power so that he

King

from him while thinking about

eyes were no longer smiling

all since

because the White Star cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would

underworld and the regular Eastern

in the middle of