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.

Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like you do right now as he got older.

avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud

patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to the

smirk appeared on

my wife? Someone

a funny little

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

his head in

apologize. I realized that I made a big mistake once I got

Ron. He then continued to

down and go to serve

“…What?”

not known

had believed all five assassin households had been destroyed or

talking

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

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

this mage was the only survivor of his

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

calling the

mother, my father, my siblings, they

massacred but not massacred at the

else. However, they could feel his hatred for Arm,

silence

the one who broke

finished what you needed to

on Bud

had lived for over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger than him, however, he did not

he responded right

know why the White Star wants to kill

you just tell

a gulp of alcohol as

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

to tell other people's

yet desirable power. Cale's stoic

he wants

to either get rid of that power or

Illis continued to

an

over for

other

question

even if there were restrictions and it was not

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about

did not necessarily fall under any of the attributes. Was

the Mercenary King's power did have an

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the

thought about his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’

“I can smell things.”

as he scrunched up

can also hear

rough palm brushed by

hear a person's smell, their

Cale. Cale's

me

see and smell

came to him by

he had been

friend in

powers smell like the

bridge of his

noticed as the biggest difference

“What is it?”

Bud

of you that

thing that each of us has that the other does not

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

ancient Dragon had said something to Cale

Star is not

has not achieved a balance

The attributes of nature.

not have a balance of those

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the smell

“Correct. You knew.”

Cale’s gaze that was telling him

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

Star had

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’

the solemn voice

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

and the

Cale and the White Star had

looked toward each

each other due

while collecting all five attributes being

was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

him to achieve balance was an earth

power since who knows when. I think he might be desiring my power

Mercenary King was

running from him while thinking about ways

no longer smiling

not been drinking at all since some point

dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That

underworld and the regular

Guild stood in the middle of