Trash of the Count's Family

“Who are they?”

The people around the first Mercenaries Guild building were confused by the people suddenly shooting up from underground.

However, the reaction from the Mercenaries Guild's core members was different than the others.

“N, no!”

“How can this be! How could something like this happen?!”

Their eyes started to fill with astonishment and chaos.

It was breaking down.

The secret location of the Directory, the most precious cultural heritage in the Mercenaries Guild, no, possibly the entire Eastern continent, that important location was breaking down.

“Leader!”

The leader of the Mercenaries Guild's core members could not react to his subordinate who was desperately calling for him.

‘…Does this make any sense?’

It was because of the question in his mind.

‘They're destroying this place?’

They had rushed here knowing that people had infiltrated the location.

However, they never expected someone to destroy this place.

There was a simple reason for it.

“…They’re going to bury the Directory like this? They’re going to get rid of it? These people?”

‘Why?’

The Directory was a cultural heritage with significant value, something that could give anyone in possession of it a large amount of power and influence.

The Mercenaries Guild was always wary of someone aiming for the Directory.

In fact, there were many people who wanted to steal it.

However, they had never worried about it being lost.

What kind of crazy lunatic would destroy close to 1,000 years of records?

And all of it at that?

“…Leader! The Directory, is the Directory going to disappear?”

But crazy lunatics like that had appeared.

“No.”

The Assistant Leader vigorously shook his head. However, his eyes pupils were shaking in fear as he did that.

“I, I'm certain they moved them to a different location before destroying the building.”

The Assistant Leader’s gaze headed toward the Leader.

“R, right?”

However, the response came from someone else.

“It would take at least half a year, no, a full year to carefully move all of those books!”

Although only the Mercenary King knew the path to the Directory, the leaders of the Mercenaries Guild had some vague knowledge of the location and pathway there.

The Mercenaries Guild was somewhere where strength equaled influence.

The core members were part of the leadership.

“…Either that or they moved it with magic. However, we only detected four spells being cast. There is nobody in this world who can teleport or move all of those books into a spatial dimension with just four spells!”

That was the thought on the minds of all of the core members here.

That was why their eyes were full of astonishment and chaos.

The Mercenaries Guild's people were not the only ones in a state of chaos.

“…Squad Leader-nim, shouldn’t we figure out what is going on?”

A member of Arm’s Second Battle Brigade cautiously asked his superior, Atures Poeff.

The squad member moved away from the Mercenaries Guild's forces while observing the area nonstop.

‘…The first Mercenaries Guild building is crumbling.’

He was looking at the Mercenaries Guild members who were looking at the crumbling building with astonishment and disbelief with an odd gaze.

Both the core members and the mercenaries who came later all stopped and blankly stared at the building that had been a symbol of their organization.

It was at that moment.

He heard his superior, Atures Poeff start to speak.

“…How is that person here?”

“Squad Leader-nim?”

Atures Poeff.

He was a talented assassin who used to hold a high position in the Poeff household, one of the former Five Assassin Households in the Eastern continent.

The squad member heard Atures Poeff being anxious for the first time in over ten years.

‘No, he’s not anxious.’

He sounded scared.

‘That cold and cruel Squad Leader-nim is scared?’

He subconsciously turned his head toward where Atures Poeff was looking.

Atures was not the only one who was looking in that direction.

All of the forces around this area were looking at the crumbling wooden building and the two individuals.

First was a middle-aged to senior old man whose hair was white.

a man with a greatsword who seemed to

least tell they are not on our

squad member continued to look

are not on the Mercenaries Guild’s side

these two men were part of a different

would be able to so confidently reveal themselves after destroying the

at that

Leader, Atures Poeff

the same time, Crock, the leader of the

of their voices

“…Molan.”

just said

late forties while Crock was in his early thirties. There was no way that the two of them did not know about

in the area became different the

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people sounded

it really Ron

had been here for over ten years could not hide their

was at

“Gasp! Step back!”

on the roof

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

Crock and Atures started to

already moving

could not be

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion shook the

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

rear quickly ducked. The ones

Boooooooooooom-

was being

original base was

was not just being

slowly buying the land around the

buildings from coming into the area and left the area around the Mercenaries

I don't think there is a reason

his

wooden building and the empty

area created a large circle

“…Huh?”

inside

“…Furniture? A desk?”

He could see dirt, rocks, and the debris from the wooden building. He could also see hundreds

everything under the

was the reason for

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

member had a good idea about the true identity of this

“…I see.”

squad member was looking at, nodded his

they kept the

Guild people had been rushing and that was why they were all extremely

gaze

“Ron Molan.”

squad member who also turned his gaze started

‘When?’

the Second Battle Brigade that had come with Atures

an average looking

on top of

was looking down at the Arm members from this

are still just

sixties in a friendly manner. However,

let you escape back then.

Fifteen years ago.

majority of the

bodies of

ran away so well that we

Atures started to sneer.

you were scared and hiding. What wind

Tap.

behind Ron. Atures looked at him and continued

him. Long time no see. I went to visit your place

with

a benign voice

killed

smile disappeared from

Atures Poeff.

the Poeff household, one

the one who took charge in killing the Mercenary King’s friend, Glenn Poeff's

“You have no response.”

could see the benign smile on

eyes did not look benign at all. Those cold eyes looked toward Atures who

like you are the scared rat bastard, not

was at that

let out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan soon

gaze started to

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

Atures had with him on this

small dagger right in

stealthily moving toward the

as he heard Ron's soft laughter

even more like

bit down on

the moment

he noticed it the moment he saw

though he was in

was also giving off

that only someone who had honed their skills without letting go of

“Atures, don't you agree?”

charge toward Ron

A rat who has no brain. How can you have such

headed

smiling but his eyes

you want

portion of Arm’s members looked

did not dare to move even after Ron's provocation. This was the same for his subordinates