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

at least tell they are not on

member continued to look

are not on the

men were part of

confidently reveal themselves after destroying the Mercenaries Guild's original

at

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff started to

of the Mercenaries Guild’s core members

of their

“…Molan.”

them just

Crock was in his early thirties. There was no way that the two

area became different the moment the two of them said

“Excuse me? Molan?”

younger people

Is it really Ron

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

was at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

on the roof shot

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

Atures started to

were already

not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

The people in the rear quickly ducked. The ones who

Boooooooooooom-

was being

it looked as if the original base was being gobbled

not

Mercenaries Guild had been slowly buying the land around the

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

don't think there is a reason to

could not say anything back to his subordinate as he continued to

the empty area

created a large circle and

“…Huh?”

members looked inside that large circle

“…Furniture? A desk?”

least 10 meters down. He could see dirt, rocks, and the debris from the wooden building.

under the sun without

the

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

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

“…I see.”

squad member was looking at, nodded

they

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

Poeff's gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

turned his

‘When?’

with Atures had stepped back to this location to dodge

an average looking house

of that

at the Arm members from this house that was not very

still

to speak to the man who was in his sixties in a friendly manner. However, his demeanor changed as the old man stared at him

what let you escape back

Fifteen years ago.

majority of the Molan household

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

so well that we couldn't

Atures started to sneer.

wind brought you here? Are you tired of

Tap.

roofs and landed behind Ron. Atures looked at him

life in front of him. Long time no see. I went to visit your place a few times when you were young.

smiled brightly with

heard a benign voice at

you killed all

smile disappeared from Atures’s

Atures Poeff.

someone from the Poeff

who took charge in

“You have no response.”

benign smile on Ron’s

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

you are the scared rat bastard,

was at that

let out a

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

gaze started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

had with him on this operation in place of his Assistant

small dagger right in

toward the building where Ron was

as he heard Ron's soft

subordinates seem even more like damn

down on

it the moment

he noticed it the moment he saw

though he was

was also giving off

letting go of the tension in their body for even a moment

“Atures, don't you agree?”

charge toward Ron as soon as

brain. How can you have such squad

gaze headed

was smiling but his eyes were

if all of you want to come at me at

portion of Arm’s members looked toward

not dare to move even after Ron's provocation. This was the same