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.

was why I immediately started to look through the directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like you do right now

King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to smile and

Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to the White Star and cause a ruckus in the underworld and

appeared on Ron's

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

funny

respectful tone disappeared, and Ron started to call the Mercenary King a punk. His eyes

his head in

that I made a big mistake once

Ron. He then continued

voluntarily bow down

“…What?”

had not known

households had

is talking

Ron. The robed mage was not looking

who was second-in-command took

was the only survivor of

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

was calling the second-in-command,

my siblings,

was massacred but not massacred at the same

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

silence filled the

the one who broke the

sound like you finished what you needed

on Bud Illis’s face became

that Cale was

fact, he

White

just tell

gulp of alcohol as

me because he hates my power that is able

to tell other

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

he wants it

either get rid of

continued to

an ancient

over for a

met anyone other than someone from Arm who had

had a question at

people’s abilities even if there were restrictions and it was not

“What attribute is it?”

thought about his

did not necessarily fall under any of

King's power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the power

of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as

“I can smell things.”

dark as he

can also

rough palm brushed by

a person's smell, their presence,

Illis looked toward Cale.

delivered to me along with

see and

by riding on the

was why he had been

White Star and his new friend in front

with ancient powers smell like the

bridge of his

the biggest difference between you and

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud Illis

smell something from each of you that the

us has that

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact with

said something to Cale before coming to the

Star

that bastard has not achieved

The attributes of nature.

a balance of those attributes in his

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

was telling him to

scent that the White Star does not have

‘The faintest smell?’

his ancient powers other than the

knew that the White Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’ You

solemn voice

an Earth attribute ancient power. Of

and

powers that Cale and the White

and Cale looked toward each other

powers clash against each other

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

sky attribute was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

link for him to achieve balance was an earth attribute ancient

knows when. I think he might

Mercenary King

openly running from him while thinking

no longer smiling but

drinking at all since some point in

the White Star cannot dominate both the underworld and

and the

stood in