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.

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

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

appeared on Ron's

Star? Me? Someone like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who

a funny little

eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal the fire hidden inside

his

made a big mistake once

Illis immediately apologized to Ron. He then continued

did voluntarily bow down and go to serve the White

“…What?”

not

assassin households had been destroyed or massacred like his

talking about

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

My uncle who was second-in-command

mage was the only survivor of

Arm’s members massacred our Poeff household. They killed everyone except me,

was calling

mother, my father, my siblings, they

Poeff was massacred but not massacred at the

feel his hatred for Arm, the White Star,

short silence

one

sound like you finished what you needed to

smile on Bud

lived for over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger than

he

know why the White Star wants to kill

you just tell

of

power that is able

power to tell other

yet desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze headed toward

wants

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

continued to

possess an

over for

other than someone from Arm

a question at the

a power that could tell other people’s abilities even if there were restrictions and

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about

necessarily fall under any of the attributes.

Mercenary King's power did have an

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the power of

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

“I can smell things.”

expression turned dark as he scrunched up

can also hear

rough palm brushed by his

a person's smell,

looked toward Cale. Cale's smell,

to me along

see and smell those

him by riding

was why he had

new friend in front of him were

smell like the

the bridge of his

know what I noticed as the biggest difference between you and the

“What is it?”

asked and Bud Illis quickly responded

you

of us has that

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact

something to Cale before coming to the

White Star

has not achieved a balance

The attributes of nature.

not have a balance

Cale started to speak.

have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

that was

scent that the White Star does not have that

‘The faintest smell?’

his ancient

White Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’

solemn voice of the Scary Giant

Of course, I can’t be certain as this information was from

sky and the

that Cale and

looked toward each

other due to their different

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

not one of

The White Star.

him to achieve balance was an earth

he might be desiring my

King

I am openly running from him while thinking about

longer smiling but full

at all since some point

dominate both the underworld and the

and the regular Eastern

stood in the