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.

directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would

gaze

to bow to the White Star and cause a ruckus in the underworld

smirk appeared on

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

funny little

tone disappeared, and Ron started to call the Mercenary King a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal the fire

his

realized that I made a big mistake once

to Ron. He then continued

households did voluntarily bow down and go

“…What?”

not

five assassin households had been destroyed or

is talking

robed mage was not looking at anyone

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

that this mage was the only survivor

Arm’s members massacred our Poeff household. They killed everyone except

was calling

my siblings, they

not massacred

feel his

silence filled the

the one who broke

like you finished what

on Bud Illis’s face

Cale was younger than him, however, he did not

fact, he responded

White

just

of alcohol as he

he hates my power that is able to tell other

power to tell other

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

wants it for

get rid of that

Illis continued to

an

eyes clouded over for

he met anyone other than someone from

question

was a power that could tell other people’s abilities even if there were restrictions and it was not very

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about

not necessarily fall under any of the

King's power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the

Wind.’ Bud Illis continued

“I can smell things.”

turned dark as he scrunched up

also hear

brushed by

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

toward Cale. Cale's smell, presence

delivered to me along

and smell those

came to him by riding

he had

friend in front of him were

smell like the attribute

the bridge of his

noticed as the biggest difference between you

“What is it?”

and Bud Illis quickly responded

each of you

that each of us has that the other does not

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

had said something to Cale

Star

not achieved a balance of

The attributes of nature.

a balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

don't have the

“Correct. You knew.”

after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him to

not have that you do

‘The faintest smell?’

of his ancient powers other than the

the White Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

voice of

Of course, I can’t be

and

that Cale and the White Star had or

Cale looked toward each

clash against each other due to

person's body, while collecting all five attributes being a

was not

The White Star.

for him to achieve balance was an earth attribute ancient

knows when. I think he might be desiring my power so

King was

why I am openly running from him while thinking about ways

eyes were no longer

had not been drinking at all since some point in the

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

and the regular Eastern

in the