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.

I immediately started to look through the directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face

avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud

if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow

smirk appeared on Ron's

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

funny little

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

Illis bowed his

I made a big mistake

Ron. He then continued to

households did voluntarily bow down and go

“…What?”

had not

households had

talking

from the Mercenary King and Ron. The robed

who was second-in-command took

remembered that this mage was the

group along with Arm’s members massacred our Poeff household. They killed everyone except me, who

mage was calling the

my father, my

massacred but not massacred at

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

silence filled

one who broke

sound like you finished what

Bud

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

fact, he responded

know why the White Star wants

just

gulp of alcohol

my power that is able to tell

to tell

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

wants it

either get rid of that power or wanted to make it his

continued to

possess an

over for

other than someone from

had a question at the

abilities even if there were restrictions and it was not very

“What attribute is it?”

about his Dominating

any of

Mercenary King's power did have an

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the power

of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued

“I can smell things.”

expression turned dark as he scrunched

can also hear

brushed by

smell and hear a person's smell, their

Cale. Cale's smell,

are delivered to me along

could see and smell those

him by riding on the

why he

friend

powers smell like

touched the bridge of his

the biggest difference between you and the White

“What is it?”

Bud Illis quickly

something from each of you that the

has that

Cale started to smile.

eye contact

something to Cale before coming to the Eastern

White Star is

not achieved a

The attributes of nature.

balance of those attributes in his

Cale started to speak.

don't have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him to

not have that you do have. It is the

‘The faintest smell?’

to think about all of his

Star had both fire and

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

the solemn voice

attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as this information was

sky and

were the powers that Cale and the White Star

looked toward each other

powers clash against each other due to their different

causes a burden within a person's body, while collecting all five

attribute was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

him to achieve balance was

my power since who knows when. I think he might be desiring my

King

running from him while thinking about ways to kill

were no longer smiling but full

at all since some point in the

cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That

underworld and the

Guild stood in