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.

directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like you do right now as

gaze as Bud Illis

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

appeared

Someone like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who saw the

a funny little

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

bowed his

realized that I made a big mistake once

Ron.

down and go to serve the White Star in

“…What?”

had not known about

had

is talking about my

Ron. The robed mage was not looking at

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

this mage was the only

our Poeff household. They killed everyone

was calling the second-in-command,

father, my siblings, they all

was massacred but not massacred at

they could feel his hatred for Arm, the

silence filled the

one who broke the

doesn’t sound like you finished what you

smile on Bud Illis’s face

lived for over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger than him, however, he did not mind Cale’s

he

the White Star wants to kill

you just tell

took a gulp of alcohol as he responded

power that is able to tell other people's abilities,

to tell other

desirable power. Cale's

he wants it for

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

continued

an ancient

eyes clouded over for a

he met anyone other than someone from Arm who had an

had a question at the

other people’s abilities even if there were

“What attribute is it?”

thought about his Dominating

any of the attributes. Was Bud

power

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as Cale

“I can smell things.”

expression turned dark as he scrunched

can also hear

brushed by his

smell and hear a

toward Cale. Cale's smell, presence

me along

see and smell those

by riding on

why he

his new friend in front of him were

powers smell like the

the bridge

know what I noticed as the biggest difference

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud Illis

each of you that the other does not

us has that the other does

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact

Dragon had said something to Cale before coming to the

White Star is

not achieved

The attributes of nature.

did not have a balance of those attributes

Cale started to speak.

have the

“Correct. You knew.”

seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him to hurry

that the White Star does not have that

‘The faintest smell?’

all of his ancient powers other than the Dominating

knew that the White Star had both fire and

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

voice of the Scary Giant

attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t

and

Cale and the White Star had or were

Cale looked toward each other

against each other due to

all

was not

The White Star.

missing link for him to achieve balance was an earth attribute ancient

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

King was

why I am openly running from

eyes were no longer

been drinking at all since some point in the

the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would

and the

Mercenaries Guild stood in the