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.

to him was a man with a greatsword who seemed to be

least tell they are

continued to look

not on the

that these two men

reveal themselves after

was at that

Leader, Atures

the

of their voices

“…Molan.”

them just said one

thirties. There was no way that the two of

became different the moment the two

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people

Is it really

over ten years could not hide their astonishment as they focused their

was at

“Gasp! Step back!”

on the roof shot up

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

Crock and Atures started to

the others were already

could not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

rear quickly ducked. The ones who had retreated

Boooooooooooom-

being gobbled

original base was being

not just being

Guild had been slowly buying the land around the original Mercenaries

coming into the area and

I don't think there is a reason to

his subordinate as

wooden building and the empty area around

created a large circle and crumbled

“…Huh?”

members looked inside that large

“…Furniture? A desk?”

10 meters down. He could see dirt, rocks, and the debris from the wooden building. He could also see hundreds of large

showed everything under the

was the reason

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

had a good idea about the true identity

“…I see.”

Leader Atures whom the squad member

where they kept

had been rushing and that

Poeff's gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

also turned his gaze started to

‘When?’

had come with Atures had

average looking

top of

Arm members from this house

are still just

the man who was in his sixties in a

you

Fifteen years ago.

majority of the Molan

of Ron Molan, the patriarch, and his

well that we

Atures started to sneer.

hiding. What wind brought you here? Are

Tap.

and landed behind Ron. Atures looked at

I went to visit

smiled brightly with

heard a benign voice at that

killed

disappeared

Atures Poeff.

someone from the Poeff household, one

the one who took charge in killing the Mercenary

“You have no response.”

could see the benign smile on

all. Those cold

like you are the scared rat

at that

let out a

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

groan soon

gaze started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

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

a small dagger right in

toward the building where

as he heard Ron's soft laughter in his

subordinates seem even more like

down on his

noticed it the

it the

body was healthy even though he was in his

was also giving off

someone who had honed their skills without letting go of the tension in their body for even a moment

“Atures, don't you agree?”

not charge toward Ron

A rat who has no brain. How can

gaze headed back toward

smiling but his eyes

you want to come at

of Arm’s

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