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.

Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like you do right now as

not avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze

household or if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow

smirk appeared

like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who saw the people of my household dying one by

a funny

punk. His eyes that were usually cold

his

I made a big mistake

to Ron. He then

households did voluntarily bow down and go to serve the White

“…What?”

not known about

assassin households had been destroyed or massacred like his

is talking about my

from the Mercenary King and Ron. The robed mage was not looking at

who was second-in-command took his people

was the only survivor of

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

was calling the

father, my siblings, they all

not massacred at the

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

silence

one who broke the

finished what you needed

smile on Bud Illis’s

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

fact, he responded

White Star

you just tell

took a gulp of alcohol

because he hates my power

to tell other

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

he wants it

to either get rid of that power

continued to

an ancient

over

other

had a question at the same

other people’s abilities even if there were restrictions

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his

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

power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power

thought about his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis

“I can smell things.”

dark as he

can also hear

palm brushed by his

smell and hear a person's

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's smell, presence

delivered to me

and smell those

to him by

why he had been

Star and his new friend

ancient powers smell like the attribute of their

the bridge of

as the biggest difference between you and

“What is it?”

asked and Bud

from each of you that the

thing that each of us has

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact

Dragon had said something to Cale before

Star is not

that bastard has not achieved a balance

The attributes of nature.

a balance

Cale started to speak.

don't have the smell

“Correct. You knew.”

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

not have

‘The faintest smell?’

think about all of his ancient powers other

knew that the White Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

voice of the

like the White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of

sky and

powers that Cale and the

looked toward

each other due

body, while collecting all five attributes being a way to

attribute was not one of nature’s

The White Star.

him to achieve balance was

Star started to desire my power since who knows when. I think he might be desiring my power

Mercenary King was

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

were no longer smiling but full of

not been drinking at all

both the underworld and the Mercenaries

the

in the