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.

thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face

the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud

patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow

smirk appeared on Ron's

White Star? Me? Someone like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who saw the people of my

a funny little

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

his head in

realized that I made a big mistake once I

immediately apologized to Ron. He then continued

bow down and

“…What?”

had not

assassin households had

is talking about

The robed mage

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

was the

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

mage was calling

my father, my siblings, they all

was massacred but not massacred at

mage did not say anything else. However, they could feel his hatred for Arm, the White Star, and his uncle's

silence filled

one who broke the

finished

Bud

knew that Cale was younger than him, however, he did

fact, he responded right

why the White Star wants

you just tell

a gulp of alcohol as he responded

because he hates my power

to tell

desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze headed toward the Mercenary

wants it for

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

continued to

possess an ancient

clouded over for a

other than someone from

had a question

tell other people’s abilities even

“What attribute is it?”

thought about his Dominating

not necessarily fall under any of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's power

Mercenary King's power did have an

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the

Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as Cale

“I can smell things.”

dark as he

can also

rough palm brushed by

a person's smell,

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's smell,

me along with

see and

him by

was why he

his new friend in front

like

touched the bridge

what I noticed as the

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud

of you that the

us has that the other does

Cale started to smile.

eye

something to Cale

Star is

bastard has not achieved

The attributes of nature.

not have a balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the smell of

“Correct. You knew.”

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

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

‘The faintest smell?’

to think about all of his ancient

the White Star had both fire

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

ignored the solemn voice of

power. Of course,

sky and the

powers that Cale and

Cale looked toward each other

against each other due

body, while collecting all five attributes being a

not

The White Star.

for him to achieve

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

Mercenary King

openly running from him while thinking

no longer smiling but

drinking at all since some point in

the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That

and the

stood in the