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.

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

King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to smile and

if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to the White

appeared on

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

a funny

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

Illis bowed his

that I made a big mistake

to Ron. He

voluntarily bow down and go to serve the White Star

“…What?”

had not known

believed all five assassin households had been destroyed or

talking about my

turned away from the Mercenary King and Ron. The robed mage was not looking at anyone as he continued

was second-in-command

that this mage was the only survivor of his

massacred our Poeff household. They killed everyone except me,

was calling

father, my

Poeff was massacred but not massacred at the

anything else. However, they could feel

silence filled

one

sound like you finished

smile on Bud

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

fact, he

the White Star wants to

you just

of alcohol as he responded

hates my power

power to tell other

dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic

wants it

of that

continued

possess an ancient

over for a

he met anyone other than someone from Arm who had an

a question at the same

that could tell other people’s abilities even if

“What attribute is it?”

thought about his

fall under any of the attributes. Was Bud

Mercenary King's power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

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

“I can smell things.”

expression turned dark as he scrunched

also hear

brushed by

hear a person's smell, their presence,

Cale. Cale's smell, presence and

delivered to me along with the

and smell those

him by

he had

Star and his new friend in front of

powers smell like the attribute of

touched the bridge

noticed as the biggest

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud Illis quickly responded

something from each of you

thing that each of us has that the other

Cale started to smile.

made eye

to Cale before coming

Star is not

not

The attributes of nature.

a balance of those attributes

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the

“Correct. You knew.”

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

Star does not have that you do have. It

‘The faintest smell?’

think about all of his ancient

White Star had both fire and

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

the solemn voice of the

ancient power. Of course, I can’t

sky and

the powers that Cale and the White Star had or were

looked

clash against each other due to

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

was not one of nature’s

The White Star.

missing link for him to achieve balance

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

King

from

were no longer smiling but full

all since

Star cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would destroy

the

Guild stood in the middle