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.

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

not avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis

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

appeared on Ron's

to the White Star? Me? Someone like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who saw the people of

a funny

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

bowed his head in

realized that I made a big mistake once I got

to Ron. He then continued to

did voluntarily bow down and go to serve the

“…What?”

not known

had been destroyed

is talking about

the Mercenary King and Ron. The robed mage was not looking at anyone as he continued

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

mage was the only

my uncle’s group along with Arm’s members massacred our Poeff

mage was calling

mother, my father, my siblings, they

massacred but not massacred

say anything else. However, they could feel his hatred for

silence

the one who broke

finished

Bud Illis’s face became

over thirty years, knew that Cale was

he

know why the White Star wants

just tell

took a gulp of alcohol as

my power that is able to tell other

to tell other

desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze headed toward the

he wants

either get rid of that power or wanted to make it

Illis continued to

an

clouded over for

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

had a question at

power that could tell other people’s abilities even if

“What attribute is it?”

about his

did not necessarily fall under any of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's power

Mercenary King's power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

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

“I can smell things.”

as he scrunched up

also

rough palm brushed by his

and hear a person's smell, their

Illis looked toward Cale.

delivered to me along with

see and smell

him by riding on the

was why he

his new friend in front

smell like the attribute

bridge of his

noticed as the biggest difference between you

“What is it?”

Bud

each of you that the

of us has that the other does

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

to Cale before coming to the

White Star is

that bastard has not

The attributes of nature.

balance of those

Cale started to speak.

the smell of

“Correct. You knew.”

was telling him to hurry

scent that the White Star does not

‘The faintest smell?’

his ancient powers

White Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’

voice of the Scary

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

sky and

were the powers that Cale and the White Star had or

looked

other due to their different

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

attribute was not one

The White Star.

link for him to achieve balance was an

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

Mercenary King

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

were no longer smiling but

all since

both the underworld

and the regular

Mercenaries Guild stood in