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

they are not on our

member continued to

on the Mercenaries

these two men were part of a different

would be able to so confidently reveal

was at

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff started

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

of their

“…Molan.”

of them just said one

thirties. There was no way

atmosphere in the area became different the moment

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people

Is it really Ron

the other hand, the people who had been here for over ten years could

at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

the roof

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures started

were already moving before they said

not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

was shaking. The people in the rear quickly ducked. The ones who

Boooooooooooom-

was being gobbled

if the original base was

not

the land around the original

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

a reason to go any

his subordinate as he continued to look

building and the empty area

large circle and

“…Huh?”

inside that large circle

“…Furniture? A desk?”

debris from the wooden building. He could also see hundreds of large pieces of furniture such

new ditch showed everything under the

was the

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

had a good idea about the true identity of this

“…I see.”

Leader Atures whom the squad member was looking

was where they

Mercenaries Guild people had been rushing and that was why they

Poeff's gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

squad member who also turned his gaze started

‘When?’

had come with Atures

an average

on top of that house’s

down at the Arm members from this house that was not

are still just as

Leader Atures started to speak to the man who was in his sixties in a friendly

have been what let you escape back then. Just

Fifteen years ago.

was when the majority of

find the bodies of

so well that

Atures started to sneer.

you were scared and hiding. What wind brought you here? Are you

Tap.

jumped across some roofs and landed behind Ron. Atures looked at him and continued to

to have a long life in front of him. Long time no see. I went to visit your place a

smiled brightly with his

heard a benign

killed all of your

disappeared from

Atures Poeff.

once been someone from the Poeff household, one of the

who took charge in killing the Mercenary King’s

“You have no response.”

the benign smile on

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

you are the scared rat bastard,

was at that

let out a

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

gaze started to

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

the person Atures had with him on this operation in place of

a small dagger right in front of that person’s

had been stealthily moving toward the building where Ron was

squad member as he heard Ron's

seem even more like damn

bit down

the

the moment he saw

though

giving off

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

“Atures, don't you agree?”

Atures could not charge toward Ron as soon

rat who has no brain. How can you have such squad members

headed back toward

was smiling but

if all of you want to come at me at

portion of Arm’s members

move even after Ron's provocation. This was the same for his subordinates who had been