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.

crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face

the Mercenary King’s gaze

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

appeared on

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

funny

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

his

I realized that I made a big mistake once I got

immediately apologized to Ron. He

bow down and go to serve

“…What?”

not

five assassin households had been destroyed or massacred like

talking

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

was second-in-command took his people

remembered that this mage was the only survivor of

members massacred our Poeff household. They killed everyone except me,

mage was calling the

mother, my father, my siblings, they all

was massacred but not massacred at the same

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

short silence filled the

one

doesn’t sound like you finished

on Bud

years, knew that Cale was younger than him, however, he did not

fact, he responded right

you know why the White Star wants to

you just tell

gulp of alcohol

because he hates my power that is able to

tell other

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

he wants

Star wanted to either get rid of that power or

continued

an ancient

clouded over

was the first time he met anyone other than someone from Arm

had a question

people’s abilities even if there were restrictions

“What attribute is it?”

about his Dominating

power did not necessarily fall under any of

the Mercenary King's power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power

then thought about his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as Cale was

“I can smell things.”

as

can also

palm brushed by

hear a person's smell, their presence,

Illis looked toward Cale.

are delivered to me along with

could see and smell

him by

he

and his new friend

smell like

touched the bridge

what I noticed as the biggest difference between you

“What is it?”

asked and Bud Illis quickly

from each of you that the

thing that each of us has that the other

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

had said something to Cale before coming to the Eastern

Star is

not achieved

The attributes of nature.

did not have a balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

the

“Correct. You knew.”

after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling

does not

‘The faintest smell?’

of his ancient powers other than

that the White Star had both fire

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

ignored the solemn voice of the Scary

White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as this information

sky and

and the White

and Cale looked toward each

other

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

attribute was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

link for him to achieve balance was an earth

knows when. I think he might be desiring my power

King was

running from him while thinking about

eyes were no longer

had not been drinking at all since some point in the

both the underworld and the Mercenaries

the regular

in