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.

crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face

Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to

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

smirk appeared on

lost my family and my wife? Someone like

funny little

His eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal the fire hidden inside

Illis bowed his head

realized that I made a

Ron. He

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

“…What?”

had not

all five assassin households had

talking about

robed mage was not looking at anyone as he continued to

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

remembered that this mage was the only

along with Arm’s members massacred our Poeff household. They killed

calling the

mother, my father, my siblings, they

but not massacred at the

they could feel his hatred for

short silence filled

was the one who broke

like you finished what you

on Bud

Cale was younger than him, however, he did not mind

he responded right

the White

you just

a gulp of alcohol as he responded

he hates my power

power to tell other people's

dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's

wants

either get rid of that power

continued

possess an ancient

over for

other than someone

question at the same

could tell other people’s abilities even if there

“What attribute is it?”

thought about

any of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's

power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud

“I can smell things.”

dark as

also

palm brushed

faintly smell and hear a person's

toward Cale. Cale's smell, presence and

to me

and smell those

to him by riding on

why he had been

White Star and his new friend

ancient powers smell like the attribute

the bridge

you know what I noticed as the biggest difference between

“What is it?”

Bud

smell something from each of you that

of us has that the

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

to Cale before coming

Star is

not achieved

The attributes of nature.

balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

don't have the

“Correct. You knew.”

after seeing Cale’s gaze that was

there is a scent that the White Star does not have that you do have. It is the faintest

‘The faintest smell?’

his ancient powers other

knew that the White Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

ignored the solemn voice of the Scary Giant

White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I

sky and

powers that Cale and the White Star had or

and Cale looked

against each other due to their

while collecting all five attributes

not

The White Star.

link for him to achieve

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

Mercenary King was

running from him while thinking about

were no longer smiling but

had not been drinking at all

the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That

underworld and the regular

Guild stood in the middle of the