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.

directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside

not avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to

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

smirk appeared

who has lost my family and my

a funny little

respectful tone disappeared, and Ron started to call the Mercenary King a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal the fire

bowed his head

realized that I made a big mistake once

immediately apologized to Ron. He

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

“…What?”

had not known

believed all five assassin households had been

talking about my

the Mercenary King and Ron. The robed mage was

second-in-command took his people

mage was the only

along with Arm’s members massacred our Poeff household.

mage was calling the second-in-command,

mother, my father, my siblings, they all

but not massacred

could feel his hatred for

silence

the one who

like you finished what you needed

Bud

knew that Cale was younger than him, however,

fact, he responded

White

just tell

of alcohol as

because he hates my power that is able to tell other people's

to tell other

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

he wants it

either get rid of that

Illis continued to

possess an ancient

clouded over

the first time he met anyone other than someone from Arm who had an

had a question at the same

even if

“What attribute is it?”

thought about

of the

the Mercenary King's power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the power

about his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as

“I can smell things.”

expression turned dark as

can also

palm brushed by his

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

looked toward Cale.

me along

could see and

to him by riding on the

was why he

new friend in

powers smell like

the bridge of his

as the biggest difference between

“What is it?”

asked and Bud Illis quickly

of you

each of us has that

Cale started to smile.

eye contact

said something to Cale before coming to the Eastern

Star

that bastard has not achieved a

The attributes of nature.

not have a balance of

Cale started to speak.

don't have the smell

“Correct. You knew.”

after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling

not have that you

‘The faintest smell?’

think about all of his ancient

knew that the White Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’

the solemn 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 was from three

sky and the

and

looked toward each

powers clash against each other

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

attribute was not

The White Star.

him to achieve balance was an earth

I think he might be desiring my power so that he can

King was

is why I am openly running from him while thinking about ways to

longer smiling but full of

had not been drinking at all since some point

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

underworld and the regular Eastern

Guild stood in