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.

of mine is very smart. That was why I immediately started 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 like you do right now as he got older.

avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to smile and

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

appeared

lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who

a funny

eyes that were usually cold

Illis bowed his head

realized that I made a big mistake

to Ron. He then continued

bow down and go to serve the White Star

“…What?”

not known

all five assassin households had been

talking

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

My uncle who was second-in-command took his people

was the

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

mage was calling the

my father, my siblings, they all

massacred but not

not say anything else. However, they could feel his hatred

silence filled the

was the one who broke the

like you finished what you needed

smile on Bud Illis’s face

over thirty years, knew that Cale was

fact, he responded right

know why the White

just

a gulp of

to kill me because he hates my power that

power to tell other people's

yet desirable power.

wants it

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

Illis continued

an ancient

over for

other than someone from Arm who had an ancient

a question at the

abilities even if there were restrictions and it was not

“What attribute is it?”

about his Dominating

fall under any of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's power similar

power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

about his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud

“I can smell things.”

dark as he scrunched up his

can also hear

rough palm brushed by

can faintly smell and hear a person's smell,

toward Cale. Cale's smell,

delivered to me along with the

could see and smell those

him by riding

why he had been

Star and his new friend in

smell like the attribute of their

the bridge

the biggest

“What is it?”

asked and Bud Illis quickly responded

from each of you that the other

us has that the other

Cale started to smile.

made eye

ancient Dragon had said something to Cale before

White Star is not

bastard has not

The attributes of nature.

have a balance of

Cale started to speak.

have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

that was telling

Star does not

‘The faintest smell?’

about all of his ancient powers

that the White Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’ You

solemn voice of the Scary

Of course,

sky and the

the powers that Cale and

Cale looked

other due to their different

person's body, while collecting all five attributes being a way to help

sky attribute was not

The White Star.

him to achieve balance

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

King was

why I am openly running from him while

longer smiling but

had not been drinking at all since some point in the

White Star cannot dominate both the underworld

the

in the middle of the