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.

man with a greatsword who seemed to be in his

they are not on our

continued to

not on the

men were

so confidently reveal

was at

Leader, Atures Poeff started

time, Crock, the leader of the Mercenaries Guild’s

their voices were

“…Molan.”

of them just said one

thirties. There was no way that the two

area became different the moment the two of

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people

it

who had been here for over ten years could not hide their astonishment as they

at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

men on the roof shot up

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures

others were already moving before they

could not be

Boobooboooooooooom-

explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

rear quickly ducked.

Boooooooooooom-

was being

as if the original base was being gobbled up by

not

Guild had been slowly buying the land around the original Mercenaries Guild

coming into the area and left

a reason to go any farther

to his subordinate as he continued to

and the

area created a large

“…Huh?”

looked inside that large circle before

“…Furniture? A desk?”

and the debris from the wooden building. He could also see hundreds of large pieces of furniture such as desks in there

new ditch showed everything under the sun without hiding

was the reason for

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

Arm member had a good idea about the true identity of this

“…I see.”

member

was where they kept

Guild people had been rushing and that was why

gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

squad member who also turned his gaze started to

‘When?’

Atures had stepped back to this

average looking house

on top of that house’s

man with white hair was looking down at the Arm members from this house that was not

you are still just

who was in his sixties in a friendly manner. However, his demeanor changed as the old man stared at him without

let you escape back

Fifteen years ago.

majority of the Molan household was

unable to find the bodies of Ron Molan, the patriarch, and his son, Beacrox

away so well that we couldn't find

Atures started to sneer.

were scared and hiding. What wind brought you

Tap.

and landed behind Ron. Atures looked at

I went to visit your place

smiled brightly with his

a benign voice at that

why you killed all of your

smile disappeared from Atures’s

Atures Poeff.

Poeff household, one of

charge in killing the Mercenary King’s friend,

“You have no response.”

could see the benign smile on

at all. Those cold eyes looked toward Atures who was down below looking

you are the scared rat

was at

out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

Atures had with him on this operation in place

a small dagger right in front of

moving toward the building where Ron

squad member as he heard

subordinates seem even more

bit down on

noticed it the moment he

the moment

was healthy even though he was in

also giving off a sharp

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

“Atures, don't you agree?”

Atures could not charge toward Ron as

How can you have such squad

headed

but his eyes

you want to come at me

portion of Arm’s

Ron's provocation. This was the same for his subordinates