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.

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

the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis

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

smirk appeared on Ron's

my wife? Someone like me who saw

funny

and Ron started to call the Mercenary King a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly

his head

apologize. I realized that I made

Ron. He then

bow down and go to serve the

“…What?”

had not known

all five assassin households had been destroyed

talking about my

The robed mage was

uncle who was second-in-command took his

mage was the only survivor of his

Arm’s members massacred our Poeff

was calling

father, my

was massacred but not massacred

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

short silence filled

one who

sound like you finished

on Bud

Cale was

fact, he responded

know why the White Star

just

of alcohol as

because he hates my power that is able to

tell other people's

very dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze headed

wants it for

Star wanted to either get rid of

Illis continued to

an ancient

eyes clouded over

first time he met anyone other than someone from Arm

a question

people’s abilities even

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about

of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's

Mercenary King's power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

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

“I can smell things.”

dark as he scrunched

also

brushed by his

hear a person's smell, their presence, and

Cale. Cale's smell, presence and

to me along

and

came to him by

he

new friend in front

powers smell like the

the bridge

what I noticed as the biggest

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud Illis

of you

of us has that the other does not

Cale started to smile.

made eye

something to Cale

White Star

you, that bastard has not achieved a balance

The attributes of nature.

have a balance of those attributes

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the

“Correct. You knew.”

that was

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

‘The faintest smell?’

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

that the White Star had

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

ignored the solemn voice of the

seem like the White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t

and the

the powers that Cale and the

Cale looked toward each

other due to their

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

attribute was not

The White Star.

to achieve balance was an earth attribute ancient

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

King was

is why I am openly running from him while thinking about

were no longer smiling but full of

all

both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would destroy the balance of

underworld and the regular

in the middle