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

not avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud

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

smirk appeared

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

funny little

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

his head

apologize. I realized that I made a big mistake once

Ron. He then continued

the five households did voluntarily bow down and

“…What?”

not known

households had

is talking about my

robed mage was not looking at

Poeff household. My uncle who was second-in-command took his people and

that this mage was the only survivor of his

members massacred our Poeff household. They killed everyone except me, who was

was calling the second-in-command,

father, my siblings, they all

was massacred but not massacred at

else. However, they could feel his hatred

short silence filled

one

sound like you finished what you needed

Bud Illis’s face

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

he responded

White Star wants to

just

a gulp of alcohol as he responded

me because he hates my power that is able to tell

to tell

a very dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic

he wants it

get rid of that power or wanted to

Illis continued to

an ancient

clouded over for

first time he met anyone other than someone

question at the same

other people’s abilities even if

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his Dominating

did not necessarily fall under any of the attributes.

the Mercenary King's power

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power

the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to

“I can smell things.”

as he

can also

brushed by his

a person's smell, their presence, and

toward Cale. Cale's smell, presence and

delivered to me along with

and smell

him by riding on

why he had

and his new friend in front of him

like

the bridge of

noticed as the

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud Illis

something from each of you that the other does

that each of us has that the other does

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

said something to Cale before coming

Star is

you, that bastard has not

The attributes of nature.

balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

have the

“Correct. You knew.”

Illis quickly continued after seeing Cale’s gaze that was

does not have that you do have.

‘The faintest smell?’

his

knew that the White Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

the solemn voice of the Scary

ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as

and the

powers that Cale and the White Star had or

and Cale looked toward each

other due to

collecting all five attributes being a way to help them

attribute was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

link for him to achieve balance

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

King was

from him while thinking

no longer smiling but full of

drinking at all

the White Star cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild.

and the regular

Mercenaries Guild stood in the middle of