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.

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 as he got older. That was why we

the Mercenary King’s gaze as Bud Illis

had chosen to bow to the White Star and cause a ruckus in

appeared on Ron's

to the White Star? Me? Someone like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone

a funny

to call the Mercenary King a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal

bowed his head in

apologize. I realized that I made a big

apologized to Ron. He then

households did voluntarily bow down and

“…What?”

not known

households had been destroyed or massacred like

talking about

The robed mage was not looking at anyone as

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

mage was the only survivor of

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

calling the

my father, my

but not

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

silence filled

the one who

like you finished what you

on Bud Illis’s face became

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

fact, he responded

the White Star wants to kill

just tell

of alcohol as he

my power

to tell other

desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze

he wants it for

either get rid of that power

Illis continued

possess an ancient

clouded over

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

had a question at the

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

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his

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

King's power did

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

the power

of the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued to

“I can smell things.”

turned dark as he scrunched up his

can also hear

brushed by his

hear a person's smell, their presence, and their

toward Cale. Cale's smell, presence and

are delivered to me

could see and smell

to him by riding on the

he

his new friend in front of

with ancient powers smell like the attribute of

touched the bridge of

know what I noticed as the biggest difference between you and

“What is it?”

and Bud Illis quickly

smell something from each of you that the other

each of us has that the other does

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact with

something to Cale

Star is not

you, that bastard has not achieved a

The attributes of nature.

balance of those attributes

Cale started to speak.

don't have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

that was telling him to hurry up

does not have that

‘The faintest smell?’

his

knew that the White Star had

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Super Rock?’

ignored the solemn voice of the Scary

Star has an Earth attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as this

sky and the

Cale and the White

Cale looked toward each other

against each other due to their different

while collecting all five attributes being a way to help

attribute was not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

him to achieve balance

when. I think he might be desiring my power so that

Mercenary King

openly running from him while thinking about ways

no longer smiling but full of

all

the White Star cannot dominate both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That would destroy

underworld and the regular Eastern

Guild stood in