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.

mine is very smart. That was why I immediately started to look through the directory. And then, holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was

gaze as Bud Illis

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

appeared

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

a funny little

eyes that were

his head

I made a big

apologized to Ron.

households did voluntarily bow down and go to serve

“…What?”

not known

five assassin households had been destroyed or massacred like his

is talking

The robed mage was not looking at anyone as

household. My uncle who was second-in-command

remembered that this mage was

uncle’s group along with Arm’s members massacred our

was calling the second-in-command,

father, my siblings,

massacred but not massacred at the

feel his hatred for Arm,

short silence filled the

one

you finished what you needed to

Bud

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

he responded

why the White Star wants

you just tell

took a gulp of

he hates my power that is able

to tell other people's

a very dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic

he wants it

rid of that power or

continued to

possess an ancient

eyes clouded over for a

he met anyone other

had a question

was a power that could tell other people’s abilities even if there were restrictions and it was

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his Dominating

fall under any of the

King's power did have

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis

“I can smell things.”

turned dark as he

can also

rough palm brushed by

hear a person's smell, their

Cale.

to me along with the

and smell

by riding on the

why he

Star and his new friend in front of

like the attribute of

the bridge of

what I noticed as the biggest difference between you and the

“What is it?”

asked and Bud Illis quickly

something from each of you

of us has

Cale started to smile.

eye contact

had said something to Cale before coming to the

White Star

has not achieved a balance of

The attributes of nature.

did not have a balance

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

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

White Star does not have that

‘The faintest smell?’

to think about all of his ancient powers other

knew that the White Star had both fire and

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’

voice of

attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t

and the

were the powers that Cale and the White

Cale looked toward

each other due to their different

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

sky attribute was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

link for him to achieve balance was an

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

King

why I am openly running from him while thinking about ways to

were no longer smiling

drinking at all since some point in the

dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would destroy

the

Mercenaries Guild stood in the middle of