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.

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

King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to smile

whether the Molan household or if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to the

appeared on

has lost my family and my wife? Someone

a funny

punk. His eyes

bowed his head in

made a big mistake once I

Illis immediately apologized to Ron. He then continued

five households did voluntarily bow down and go to serve the

“…What?”

had not known

five assassin households had been destroyed or

talking

robed mage was not looking at anyone as he continued to

household. My uncle who was second-in-command took his people and crawled into

mage was the only survivor

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

mage was calling the second-in-command,

my father, my siblings, they all

not massacred

they could feel his hatred for

short silence filled the

one who broke the

sound like you finished what

smile on Bud Illis’s face

for over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger than him, however, he did

he responded right

why the White Star wants to

you just

took a gulp of alcohol as he

hates my power that is able to tell other people's

tell

yet desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze

wants

wanted to either get rid of that power

Illis continued to

an

eyes clouded over for

the first time he met anyone other than someone from Arm

a question at the same

abilities even if there were restrictions

“What attribute is it?”

about his

not necessarily fall under any of the attributes. Was Bud

power

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the power of

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

“I can smell things.”

as he scrunched up

also

brushed by

smell and hear a person's smell, their presence, and

looked toward Cale.

me along

could see and smell those

came to him by riding

why he

and his new friend in front of him

powers smell like the attribute of their

bridge

know what I noticed as the

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud Illis quickly

from each of you that the other does not

thing that each of us has that

Cale started to smile.

made eye

to Cale before

Star is not

you, that bastard has not achieved a balance of

The attributes of nature.

not have a balance

Cale started to speak.

don't have the smell

“Correct. You knew.”

gaze that was

does not have

‘The faintest smell?’

about all of his

knew that the White Star had

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

voice of the Scary

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

sky and the

and the White Star had or

Cale looked toward

clash against each other

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

attribute was not one of nature’s

The White Star.

achieve balance was

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

King was

I am openly running from

eyes were no longer smiling but full of

at all since some

the White Star cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries

the

Mercenaries Guild stood in the middle of the