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 you do right

avoid the Mercenary King’s gaze

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

smirk appeared

like me who has lost my family and my wife? Someone

funny

Mercenary King a punk. His eyes that were usually

bowed his

I made a big

to Ron. He then continued

one of the five households did voluntarily bow down and go to serve the

“…What?”

not

assassin households had been destroyed or massacred like his

talking

robed mage was not looking at anyone as he

was second-in-command took his people and

that this mage was the only survivor of his

our Poeff household. They killed everyone except me,

was calling the

mother, my father, my siblings, they all

massacred but not massacred at

else. However, they could feel

silence filled

was the one who broke

like you finished what you needed to

on Bud Illis’s

was younger than him, however, he did

fact, he responded right

know why the White Star wants to

you just

of alcohol

kill me because he hates my power that is

to tell

a very dangerous yet desirable power. Cale's stoic gaze

he wants it for

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

continued to

an

over

first time he met anyone other

question at the

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

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his

any of the

power did have an

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the power of

‘Sound of the Wind.’ Bud

“I can smell things.”

as he scrunched up

can also

brushed by his

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

toward Cale. Cale's

to me along with

see and

to him by riding on the

why he

White Star and his new friend in front of

powers smell like the attribute

touched the bridge

what I noticed as the biggest difference between you and the

“What is it?”

and Bud Illis quickly

something from each of you that the

us has that the other

Cale started to smile.

eye contact with

had said something to

White Star is not

not achieved

The attributes of nature.

not have a balance of those

Cale started to speak.

probably don't have the smell of the

“Correct. You knew.”

quickly continued after seeing Cale’s gaze that was telling

that the White Star does not

‘The faintest smell?’

of his

the White Star

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’

the solemn voice

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

sky and the

that Cale and

looked toward each

powers clash against each other due

body, while collecting all five attributes being a way to

not one of nature’s five

The White Star.

him to achieve balance was

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

King was

running from him while thinking

eyes were no longer smiling but full of

drinking at all since some

the underworld

the regular

Mercenaries Guild stood in the middle