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.

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 why

the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to smile and

or if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to the White Star and cause

appeared on

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

funny

to call the Mercenary King a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal the fire hidden

bowed his head in

made a

Illis immediately apologized to Ron. He then continued

of the five households did voluntarily bow down and go to

“…What?”

had not known about

believed all five assassin households had been destroyed or massacred like

talking about my

Ron. The robed mage was not looking at anyone as he continued

was second-in-command took his people

remembered that this mage was

members massacred our Poeff

mage was calling the

my father, my

Poeff was massacred but not

could feel his hatred for Arm, the White

short silence filled

one who broke

like you finished what

Bud Illis’s face

over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger than him, however, he did not mind Cale’s casual

he responded right

why the White Star wants

you just tell

a gulp of alcohol as he

to kill me because he hates my power

power to tell other

very dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic

wants it for

to either get rid of that power

Illis continued to

possess an

clouded over for

met anyone other

a question at the same

power that could tell other people’s abilities even

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his Dominating

necessarily fall under any of

power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power

Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak

“I can smell things.”

dark as he scrunched up his

can also

brushed by his

hear a person's smell,

Cale. Cale's smell,

me

and smell

him by riding on

was why he had been

new friend in front of him

ancient powers smell like the attribute of their

touched the bridge

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

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud

you that the

that each of us has that

Cale started to smile.

eye contact

something to Cale before coming to the Eastern

Star is

not achieved a balance of

The attributes of nature.

not have a balance of those

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

gaze that was

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

‘The faintest smell?’

about all of his ancient powers other than the

Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

the solemn voice

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

sky and

were the powers that Cale and the White Star had or

looked toward each

against each other

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

sky attribute was not one of nature’s

The White Star.

achieve balance was an earth attribute

the White Star started to desire my power since who knows when. I think he might be desiring my power so that he can find an earth attribute

Mercenary King was

from him while thinking about ways

eyes were no longer smiling but full of

not been drinking at all since

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

and the regular

Guild stood in the middle of the