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.

Ron Molan-nim whose face was drawn inside the directory would look exactly like you do right now as he got older.

the Mercenary King’s gaze

to bow to the White Star and cause a

smirk appeared on

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

a funny

respectful tone disappeared, and Ron started to call the Mercenary King a punk. His eyes that were usually cold were slowly starting to reveal the fire hidden

his head

I realized that I made

to Ron. He then

bow down

“…What?”

not known

had been destroyed

talking about

and Ron. The robed mage was not

uncle who was second-in-command took his people and crawled

remembered that this mage was the only survivor of his

Arm’s members massacred our Poeff

mage was calling

my siblings, they

massacred but not massacred at the same

feel his hatred for Arm,

silence

the one who broke the

you finished what you

on Bud Illis’s face became

had lived for over thirty years, knew that Cale was younger than him, however, he did not mind Cale’s casual

he responded

know why the White Star wants to kill

just

a gulp of

my power that is able to tell other

tell other

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

wants it for

either get rid of that power or wanted

Illis continued to

possess an ancient

eyes clouded over

anyone other than someone from Arm who had an ancient

a question at the

people’s abilities even if there were restrictions and

“What attribute is it?”

then thought about his

of the attributes. Was Bud Illis's power

power did have an

“Wind.”

‘Wind?

is the

the Wind.’ Bud Illis continued

“I can smell things.”

dark as he

can also hear

brushed by his

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

looked toward Cale.

to me along with the

and

came to him by riding on

he had

and his new friend in front

powers smell like the attribute

bridge of his

as the biggest difference between you and the

“What is it?”

and Bud Illis quickly

you that

each of us has that the other does

Cale started to smile.

made eye contact

had said something to Cale

Star is

bastard has not achieved a balance

The attributes of nature.

balance of those attributes in

Cale started to speak.

the

“Correct. You knew.”

that was

does not have

‘The faintest smell?’

think about all of his ancient powers other than the

that the White Star had both fire

“Which is it?”

“Earth.”

‘…Earth?

Rock?’ You

voice of

attribute ancient power. Of course, I can’t be certain as this information was from three days

and

were the powers that Cale and the

and Cale looked

against each other due to their

while collecting all five attributes being

attribute was not

The White Star.

to achieve balance was

when. I think he

King

is why I am openly running from

no longer

been drinking at all

both the underworld and the Mercenaries Guild. That

underworld and the regular Eastern

stood in the middle of the