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

did not avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis continued to

patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to

appeared on Ron's

like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone like me who saw the people of my household dying one by

funny

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

his

realized that I made a big mistake once I

Ron.

down and go to serve the White

“…What?”

had not known

believed all five assassin households had

is talking about my

King and Ron. The robed mage was not looking at anyone as

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

remembered that this mage was the only survivor of

members massacred our Poeff household. They killed

mage was calling

mother, my father, my siblings, they

not

feel his hatred for Arm, the White Star, and

short silence filled the

was the one

sound like you finished

on Bud Illis’s

thirty years, knew that Cale was younger

fact, he

you know why the White Star wants to

just tell

of

because he hates my power

tell

desirable power. Cale's

he wants

either get rid of that power or wanted

Illis continued

an ancient

over for a

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

had a question

a power that could tell other people’s abilities even if there

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his

under any of the attributes. Was Bud

power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the

Wind.’ Bud Illis

“I can smell things.”

as he

also

brushed by

can faintly smell and hear a person's smell,

toward Cale. Cale's smell,

to me

could see and

by riding

why he

friend in front of him were

ancient powers smell like the attribute of

the bridge

the

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud

something from each of you that the other

has that the

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

something to Cale before coming to

Star is not

has not achieved a balance

The attributes of nature.

have a balance of those attributes

Cale started to speak.

don't have the

“Correct. You knew.”

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

does not have that you do have. It is

‘The faintest smell?’

about all of his ancient powers other than the

White Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

ignored the solemn voice of

doesn’t seem like the White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of

and

Cale and the

looked toward

powers clash against each other due to

body, while collecting all five attributes

sky attribute was not one of

The White Star.

achieve balance was an earth attribute ancient

since who knows when. I think he might be desiring my power so that he can find an

King

am openly running from him while thinking about

longer smiling

drinking at all since

the underworld and the Mercenaries

underworld and the

in the middle