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

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

bow to the White Star and cause a ruckus in

appeared on

my wife? Someone like me who saw the people of my

funny little

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

bowed his

apologize. I realized that I made a big mistake once

to Ron. He then continued

did voluntarily bow down and go to serve the White

“…What?”

had not

had been destroyed or massacred like

talking about my

robed mage was not looking at

uncle who was second-in-command took his people and

was the only survivor

Arm’s members massacred our

was calling the

mother, my father, my siblings, they

massacred but not

However, they could feel his hatred

short silence filled the

one who broke

like you finished what you needed

smile on Bud

was younger than him, however, he did not

he responded

you know why the White Star wants to

you just

a gulp of

kill me because he hates my power

tell

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

he wants it

of

Illis continued to

possess an

clouded over for a

the first time he met anyone other than someone from

question at the

even if there were restrictions and it was

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his

of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's power similar to

the Mercenary King's power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

thought about his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’

“I can smell things.”

as he scrunched up his

can also

brushed

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

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's

delivered to me along with the

and

came to him by

why he

and his new friend in front of

powers smell like the attribute of

bridge of

know what I noticed as the biggest difference

“What is it?”

and Bud Illis

each of you that the other does

has that the other

Cale started to smile.

made eye

said something to Cale before coming to

Star

bastard has not achieved a

The attributes of nature.

balance

Cale started to speak.

have the smell

“Correct. You knew.”

seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him to hurry up and share

scent that the White Star does not have that you do

‘The faintest smell?’

started to think about all of his ancient powers other than the Dominating

White Star had

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

ignored the solemn voice of the

ancient power. Of course,

and the

Cale and the White Star

and Cale looked

clash against each other

all five attributes being a way

not one of nature’s

The White Star.

achieve balance was an earth attribute ancient

the White Star started to desire my power since who knows when. I think he might be desiring my power so that he can find an earth attribute power

King was

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

no longer smiling but

been drinking at all since some point in the

cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would destroy the balance

underworld and the

Guild stood in the middle