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

they are

squad member continued to

are not on the Mercenaries Guild’s

these two men

able to so confidently reveal themselves after destroying the

was at

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff started to

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

their voices were

“…Molan.”

of them just said one

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

area became different the

“Excuse me? Molan?”

younger people sounded

it really Ron

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

at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

on the roof

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures started to

the others were already moving before

not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

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

Boooooooooooom-

being

looked as if the original base was being gobbled up by the

not

had been slowly buying the land around

prevented other buildings from coming into the

there is a reason to go any farther

say anything back to his subordinate as

and the empty area around

area created a large circle and crumbled

“…Huh?”

members looked inside that large circle before

“…Furniture? A desk?”

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

new ditch showed everything under the sun

the reason

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

had a good idea about the true identity of

“…I see.”

whom the squad member was looking at, nodded

was where they

had been rushing and that was why

gaze started

“Ron Molan.”

turned his gaze started

‘When?’

Second Battle Brigade that had come with Atures

an average looking

of that house’s

man with white hair was looking down at the Arm members from

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

let you escape back

Fifteen years ago.

was when the majority of the Molan household was

unable to find the bodies of Ron Molan, the patriarch,

away so well that we couldn't find

Atures started to sneer.

hiding. What wind brought you here? Are you

Tap.

behind Ron. Atures looked

long life in front of him. Long time no see. I

brightly with his teeth

benign

you killed

smile disappeared from Atures’s

Atures Poeff.

someone from the Poeff household, one of the Five

one who took charge in

“You have no response.”

the benign smile on

Those cold eyes looked toward Atures

looks like you are the scared

at

let out a quiet

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

gaze started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

him on this

small dagger right in front of

been stealthily moving toward the building

the shocked squad member as he heard Ron's soft

subordinates seem even more like

down on his

noticed it the moment

the moment

was healthy even though he

giving

only someone who had honed their skills without letting go

“Atures, don't you agree?”

could not charge toward Ron as

rat who has no brain. How can you have such squad members

headed back

smiling but his

you want to come

portion of Arm’s

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