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.

That was why I immediately started to look through the directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim

King’s gaze as Bud Illis

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

smirk appeared on

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

funny

a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal

Illis bowed his head

I realized that I made a

to Ron. He then continued

did voluntarily bow down

“…What?”

not

had been destroyed or massacred like

talking about

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

My uncle who was second-in-command took his people and

was the only survivor of

group along with Arm’s members massacred our Poeff household.

was calling

father, my

massacred but not massacred at

anything else. However, they could feel his hatred for Arm, the White

short silence filled

was the one who broke

finished what

Bud

that Cale was younger than him, however, he did not mind Cale’s

he responded right

the White

just tell

of alcohol as

kill me because he hates my power that is able to tell other people's

to tell other people's

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

he wants it

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

continued

possess an

over for a

met anyone other than someone from Arm who had

question at the same

other people’s abilities even if there were

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his

did not necessarily fall under any of the

power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power

Wind.’ Bud

“I can smell things.”

turned dark as he scrunched up his

can also

rough palm brushed by his

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

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's smell,

to me

and smell those

him by riding on the

why he had been

and his new friend in front

powers smell like the

bridge of his

as the biggest difference between you and the White

“What is it?”

asked and Bud Illis quickly responded

from each of you that the other

of us has that

Cale started to smile.

made eye

something to Cale before coming to

White Star

that bastard has not achieved

The attributes of nature.

a balance

Cale started to speak.

have the smell

“Correct. You knew.”

Illis quickly continued after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him to hurry up and share the

not have that you do have. It is

‘The faintest smell?’

his ancient powers other than the

Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’ You

ignored the solemn voice of the Scary Giant

an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be

sky and the

were the powers that Cale and the White

looked toward

powers clash against each other

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

sky attribute was not one of

The White Star.

missing link for him to achieve balance

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

Mercenary King

running from him while

were no longer smiling

drinking at all since some

is because the White Star cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries

and the

stood in the middle of the