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 was drawn inside the

King’s gaze as

Molan household or if patriarch Ron Molan-nim had chosen to bow to the White Star and cause a

smirk appeared on Ron's

lost my family and my wife? Someone

funny little

eyes that were usually cold were

his

I made a big mistake

Ron. He then continued to

did voluntarily bow down and

“…What?”

had not

five assassin households had been destroyed or

is talking

The robed mage was not looking at anyone as he

uncle who was second-in-command took his

was

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

mage was calling the second-in-command,

father, my siblings,

not massacred at

However, they could feel his hatred

short silence filled

one who broke the

doesn’t sound like you finished what

smile on Bud

Cale was younger

he responded right

you know why the White Star wants to kill

you just

took a gulp of

kill me because he hates my power that

tell other people's

very dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's

wants it for

to either get rid of that power or wanted to make it

continued

possess an

over for

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

a question at the

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

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his

under any of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's power

Mercenary King's power

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the

‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as Cale was

“I can smell things.”

turned dark as he scrunched up his

also hear

rough palm brushed

a person's smell, their presence, and their

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's

to me along with

could see and smell those

to him by riding

he had been

and his new friend in front of him were

like the

touched the bridge

noticed as the biggest difference

“What is it?”

and Bud Illis quickly responded

something from each of you that the other does

thing that each of us has that the other does

Cale started to smile.

eye contact

Dragon had said something to

White Star is

has not achieved a balance of

The attributes of nature.

balance of those attributes

Cale started to speak.

the smell

“Correct. You knew.”

was telling him to hurry up

that the White Star does not have that you do have. It is the faintest

‘The faintest smell?’

of his ancient powers other than the Dominating

knew that the White Star had both fire and

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

the solemn voice of the

the White Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of

sky and the

were the powers that Cale and the

and Cale looked toward

clash against each other

all five attributes being a way

sky attribute was not one of

The White Star.

to achieve balance was an earth attribute

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

King

am openly running from him while thinking

longer smiling but

not been drinking at all since some point

both the underworld and the

the regular Eastern

in