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.

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. That was

not avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis

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

smirk appeared on

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

a funny little

King a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly

his

that I made a big mistake once I

immediately apologized to Ron. He then continued

five households did voluntarily bow down

“…What?”

not known

all five assassin households had been destroyed or massacred

talking

King and Ron. The robed mage

uncle who was second-in-command took

this mage was the only survivor of his

with Arm’s members massacred our Poeff

mage was calling the second-in-command,

my siblings, they all

massacred but not massacred

they could feel his hatred for Arm, the White

silence filled

the one who

like you finished what you needed

smile on Bud Illis’s face

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

fact, he

know why the White Star wants to

just

a gulp of alcohol as

to kill me because he hates my power that is able to tell

tell other people's

yet desirable power.

he wants it for

either get rid of that power or wanted to make

Illis continued

an

eyes clouded over

anyone other than someone from Arm

a question at the same

that could tell other people’s abilities even if there were

“What attribute is it?”

thought about his

any of

power

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the

then thought about his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to

“I can smell things.”

dark as

can also hear

rough palm brushed by his

a person's smell, their presence, and their

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's

are delivered to me

and smell those

to him by riding on

he had been

Star and his new friend in front of

smell like the attribute of

touched the bridge of

what I noticed as the biggest difference

“What is it?”

Bud Illis quickly

from each of you

us has that

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact

something to Cale before

Star is not

you, that bastard has not achieved

The attributes of nature.

did not have a balance of those attributes

Cale started to speak.

have the

“Correct. You knew.”

after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him to hurry

that the White Star does not have that you do have. It is the faintest

‘The faintest smell?’

started to think about all of his ancient powers other than the Dominating

White Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’

ignored the solemn voice of the

like the White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as this information was from

and

the powers that Cale and the White

and Cale looked toward each

each other due

causes a burden within a person's body, while collecting all five attributes being a way to help them be

sky attribute was not one of

The White Star.

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

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

Mercenary King was

from him while thinking about ways to

longer smiling but full

drinking at all since some point in the

cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild.

and the regular

Guild stood in the middle of the