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

they are not on

member continued to look

the Mercenaries

that these two men were part of a

able to so confidently reveal themselves

at

Atures Poeff started

same time, Crock, the leader of the Mercenaries

of their

“…Molan.”

of them just said

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

the area became different the moment the two of them

“Excuse me? Molan?”

younger people

it really

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

was at

“Gasp! Step back!”

the roof shot up

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures started

others were already moving before

not

Boobooboooooooooom-

explosion shook the

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

the rear quickly ducked. The ones who

Boooooooooooom-

was being

if the original base was being gobbled up by

was not just being

Mercenaries Guild had been slowly buying the land around the

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

is a reason

not say anything back to his subordinate as he continued to

building and the empty

area created a large circle and

“…Huh?”

looked inside

“…Furniture? A desk?”

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

showed everything under the sun without

the reason

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

member had a good idea about the true identity of

“…I see.”

whom the squad member was looking at, nodded

where they kept

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

gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

member who also turned his gaze started

‘When?’

the Second Battle Brigade that had come with Atures had stepped back

was an average

top of that

at the Arm members from this house that was not

you are still

who was in his sixties in a friendly manner. However, his demeanor changed

been what let you

Fifteen years ago.

of the Molan household

bodies of Ron Molan, the

away so well that we

Atures started to sneer.

were scared and hiding. What wind brought you

Tap.

Ron. Atures looked at him and

time no see. I went to visit your place a few times

brightly with his

a benign voice at that

you killed all of your own

smile disappeared

Atures Poeff.

been someone from the Poeff household, one of the Five Assassin

charge in killing the Mercenary

“You have no response.”

could see the benign smile on

not look benign at all. Those cold eyes

are the scared rat bastard,

was at that

let out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

started to

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

Atures had with him on this operation in place of his

dagger right in

stealthily moving toward the building where Ron was

shocked squad member as he heard Ron's soft laughter in his

even

bit down on

it the moment he saw

noticed it the

healthy even though he was

giving off a sharp

that only someone who had honed their skills without letting go

“Atures, don't you agree?”

toward Ron as soon

A rat who has no brain. How

gaze headed back

smiling but his eyes

want to come at me

portion of Arm’s members looked toward

Atures did not dare to move even after Ron's provocation. This was the same for his subordinates who had