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 greatsword who seemed to be in

at least tell they are not

continued

the Mercenaries

men were part of a

be able to so confidently reveal themselves after destroying the Mercenaries

at

Leader, Atures

of the

their voices were

“…Molan.”

of them just

was in his late forties while Crock was in his early thirties. There was no way that the two of them

the area became different the moment the two of them said that

“Excuse me? Molan?”

younger people sounded

Is it really

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

was at

“Gasp! Step back!”

two men on the roof shot

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

Atures started

were already moving before they said

could not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

people in the rear quickly ducked. The

Boooooooooooom-

being gobbled

if the original base was being

was not

Guild had been slowly buying the land around the original Mercenaries

buildings from coming into the area

there is a reason

not say anything back to his subordinate as he continued

the empty area

a large circle

“…Huh?”

of Arm’s members looked inside that large

“…Furniture? A desk?”

looking at least 10 meters down. He could see dirt, rocks, and the debris from the wooden building. He could also see hundreds of large pieces of furniture such as desks in there

showed everything under the

the reason for

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

idea about the true identity of this

“…I see.”

Atures whom the squad member was looking at,

they kept

and that was why they

gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

turned

‘When?’

had come with Atures had stepped back to this location to

an average looking house located

of

was looking down at the Arm members from this house that was not very far

still just

in his sixties in a friendly manner. However,

must have been what let you escape back then. Just like

Fifteen years ago.

was when the majority of the Molan household

to find the bodies of

ran away so well that we

Atures started to sneer.

What wind

Tap.

across some roofs and landed behind Ron. Atures looked

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

smiled brightly with his teeth

a benign voice at that

why you killed all of

smile disappeared from Atures’s

Atures Poeff.

someone from the Poeff household, one of the Five

in

“You have no response.”

benign smile on Ron’s

cold eyes did not look benign at all. Those cold eyes

like you are the scared

at that

let out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

gaze started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

with him on this

right in front of

had been stealthily moving toward the

member as he

even more

bit down on

noticed it the moment he

it the moment he saw Ron's

healthy even though he

giving off

honed their skills without letting

“Atures, don't you agree?”

toward Ron as soon as he

rat who has no brain. How can you have

headed back

but his eyes were

fine if all of you want to come

of Arm’s members looked

Atures did not dare to move even after Ron's provocation. This was the same for his subordinates who had been with him for at least fifteen