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.

with a greatsword who seemed to

they are not

continued to look

on the Mercenaries Guild’s

that these two men were part

would be able to so confidently reveal themselves after

was at that

Leader, Atures Poeff

leader of the Mercenaries Guild’s core members started to speak

their voices were

“…Molan.”

them just

forties while Crock was in his early thirties. There was no way that the two of them did not know about these two

in the area became different the moment the

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people sounded

Is it really

the people who had been here for over ten years could not

was at

“Gasp! Step back!”

on the roof

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures started to

already

not be

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

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

Boooooooooooom-

was being gobbled

looked as if the original base was being gobbled

was not

Mercenaries Guild had been slowly buying the land around the

was how they prevented other buildings from coming into the area

a reason to

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

the empty area around

a large circle and

“…Huh?”

members looked inside

“…Furniture? A desk?”

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

ditch showed everything under the sun without

the

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

a good idea about the true identity of

“…I see.”

whom the squad member was looking

was where they

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

gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

turned his gaze

‘When?’

come with Atures had stepped

an average looking

top of that house’s

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

are still just as

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 without saying

have been what let you escape

Fifteen years ago.

majority of the Molan

of Ron Molan, the

well that we couldn't find

Atures started to sneer.

What wind brought you here?

Tap.

behind Ron. Atures looked at him

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

with his

benign voice at

Is that why you killed all of your

smile disappeared from Atures’s

Atures Poeff.

from the Poeff household, one

who took charge in killing

“You have no response.”

the benign smile on

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

like you are the scared rat bastard, not

at

out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

groan

started to

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

Atures had with him on this

small dagger right in front of

had been stealthily moving toward

member as he heard Ron's

seem even

bit down on

the moment he saw

the moment he saw Ron's

even though he was in his

giving off a sharp

without letting go of the tension in their body for even a moment could

“Atures, don't you agree?”

toward Ron as soon as he

no brain. How

headed back

was smiling but his eyes

want

of Arm’s members

Ron's provocation. This was the same for his