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.

him was a man with a greatsword who seemed to

least tell they are not on

member continued to

the Mercenaries

men were

would be able to so confidently reveal themselves after destroying the

at

Leader, Atures Poeff started to

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

their voices were

“…Molan.”

just

early thirties. There was no way that the two of them did

different the moment the two of them said

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people

Is it really

years could not hide their astonishment

was at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

men on the roof

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

Crock and Atures

the others were already moving before they

could not be

Boobooboooooooooom-

explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

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

Boooooooooooom-

was being

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

not

had been slowly buying the land

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

there is a reason

anything back to his subordinate as

wooden building and the empty area

a large circle and crumbled

“…Huh?”

inside that large circle before

“…Furniture? A desk?”

the debris from the wooden building. He could also see hundreds of large pieces of furniture such as desks in there

everything under the sun without hiding

was the reason for

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

member had a good idea

“…I see.”

whom the squad member was looking at, nodded his

was where they kept

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

gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

turned his gaze started to

‘When?’

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

an average looking house located

of that

man with white hair was looking down at the Arm members from this house that was not very

you are still

in a friendly manner. However,

let you escape

Fifteen years ago.

majority of

only unable to find the bodies of Ron Molan, the patriarch, and his son, Beacrox

away so well

Atures started to sneer.

thought you were scared and hiding. What wind brought you here? Are you tired of

Tap.

behind Ron. Atures

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

smiled brightly with his

heard a benign voice at that

that why you killed all of your own

disappeared from

Atures Poeff.

from the Poeff household, one

who took charge in killing the Mercenary King’s

“You have no response.”

see the benign

look benign at all. Those cold eyes looked toward

are the

was at that

let out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

person Atures had with him on this

dagger right in front of that person’s

been stealthily moving toward

the shocked squad member as he heard Ron's soft

seem even more like

bit down on

it the moment he saw

it the moment he saw

healthy even though he was in

was also giving

someone who had honed their skills without letting go of the tension in their body for

“Atures, don't you agree?”

not charge toward Ron as soon as he saw

rat who has no brain. How

gaze headed

was smiling but his eyes

you want to come at me

of Arm’s members looked toward

Ron's provocation. This was the same for his subordinates