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.

holy crap! I thought that patriarch Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like

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

chosen to bow to the White Star and cause

smirk appeared on

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

a funny little

eyes that

bowed his head in

I made a big

Illis immediately apologized to Ron. He

five households did voluntarily bow down

“…What?”

not

believed all five assassin households had been destroyed

is talking about my

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

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

was the

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

calling the second-in-command,

my siblings, they

but not

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

short silence filled

was the one who broke the

doesn’t sound like you finished what you needed

smile on Bud Illis’s

had lived for over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger

fact, he responded

White

just tell

of alcohol as he responded

he hates my power that is able to tell other people's abilities,

tell other people's

dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze

he wants it for

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

Illis continued

possess an ancient

clouded over for a

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

question at the

tell other people’s abilities even if there were restrictions and

“What attribute is it?”

about his

not necessarily fall under any of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's power similar

King's power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power of

his, ‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to speak as

“I can smell things.”

as he scrunched up his

can also hear

palm brushed by his

smell and hear a person's

Illis looked toward Cale. Cale's smell, presence and

are delivered to me along with

see and

came to him by

was why he had

friend in front of

with ancient powers smell like the attribute of their

the bridge of his

I noticed as the biggest difference between you and

“What is it?”

calmly asked and Bud

of you

us has

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

something to Cale before coming to the Eastern

Star is not

not achieved a balance of

The attributes of nature.

balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the smell

“Correct. You knew.”

Illis quickly continued after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling him to hurry up and share the

the White Star does not have that

‘The faintest smell?’

his ancient powers

knew that the White Star had both

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’ You

solemn voice of the Scary Giant

attribute ancient power. Of course, I

sky and

Cale and the White Star

and Cale looked toward

against each other due

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

sky attribute was not one

The White Star.

to achieve balance was

started to desire my power since who knows when. I think he might be

Mercenary King

openly running from

eyes were no longer

been drinking at all since some point in the

because the White Star cannot dominate both the underworld and the

underworld and the regular Eastern

stood in the middle of