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

tell they are

member continued to look

the Mercenaries Guild’s

men were part of a

confidently reveal themselves after destroying the Mercenaries Guild's

at that

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff started

time, Crock, the leader of the Mercenaries Guild’s core members started to speak as

their voices were

“…Molan.”

of them just said one

while Crock was in his early thirties. There was no way

area became different the moment the two

“Excuse me? Molan?”

younger people

it

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

at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

men on the roof shot

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

Atures started

were already moving before they

not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion shook the

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

quickly ducked. The ones

Boooooooooooom-

was being

base was being gobbled up by

not just being

Mercenaries Guild had been slowly buying the land

how they prevented other buildings from coming into the area and left the area around

is a reason to

could not say anything back to his subordinate as he

and the empty area

created a large

“…Huh?”

of Arm’s members looked inside

“…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 pieces of furniture such

under the sun

the

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

good idea about the true identity of

“…I see.”

whom the squad member was looking

where they kept the

and that was why they were all extremely shocked

gaze started

“Ron Molan.”

who also turned his

‘When?’

Brigade that had come with Atures had stepped back to this location to

average looking house

on top of that

down at the Arm members

still just

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

been what let you escape back then.

Fifteen years ago.

the majority of the Molan household was

bodies of Ron Molan, the patriarch, and

away so well that we couldn't

Atures started to sneer.

What wind brought you here?

Tap.

Ron. Atures

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

smiled brightly with

heard a benign voice

why you killed all

smile disappeared from

Atures Poeff.

the Poeff household, one of

in killing the Mercenary

“You have no response.”

could see the benign smile on Ron’s

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

you are the

at

out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan soon

gaze started to

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

had with him on this

was a small dagger right in front of that person’s

toward the building

could see the shocked squad member as he

seem even more like

down on

the moment he saw

noticed it the moment he

though he was

was also giving off a sharp

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

“Atures, don't you agree?”

Atures could not charge toward Ron as soon

no brain. How

headed back toward

was smiling but his

want to come at

Arm’s members

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