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.

was a man with a

can at least tell they are not on

member continued to

not on the

that these two men were

so confidently reveal themselves after destroying the Mercenaries Guild's

was at

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff

the leader of the Mercenaries Guild’s core members

their voices were

“…Molan.”

just said one

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

different the moment the

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people sounded

it

who had been here for over ten years could not hide their astonishment as they focused their gazes

at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

the roof shot up into the

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures

others were already

could not

Boobooboooooooooom-

explosion shook the

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

the rear quickly ducked. The ones who had retreated

Boooooooooooom-

was being gobbled

as if the original base was being gobbled

was not just

slowly buying the land around the

coming into the area and left the

there is a reason to go any

his subordinate as he continued

and the empty area around

area created a large circle and crumbled

“…Huh?”

inside that large circle before he

“…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 such as

under the sun without

was the

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

good idea about the

“…I see.”

Leader Atures whom the squad member was looking

was where they kept the

the Mercenaries Guild people had been rushing and that was why

Poeff's gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

squad member who also turned

‘When?’

portion of the Second Battle Brigade that had come with Atures had stepped back to this

average looking house located

of

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

still just as

to speak to the man who was in his sixties in a friendly manner. However, his demeanor

let you escape back then.

Fifteen years ago.

the majority of the Molan household was

the bodies of Ron Molan, the patriarch, and his son,

well that we couldn't find

Atures started to sneer.

you were scared and hiding. What wind brought

Tap.

behind Ron. Atures looked

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

with his

heard a benign voice at that

why you killed all of your

disappeared

Atures Poeff.

someone from the Poeff household, one of

took charge in killing the

“You have no response.”

benign smile on

not look benign at all. Those cold eyes

looks like you are the scared rat bastard,

was at

let out a quiet

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan soon

gaze started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

him on this operation in place of his Assistant

small dagger right in front of

been stealthily moving toward the

the shocked squad member as

subordinates seem even

down on

the moment he saw

noticed it the moment he saw

healthy even though he was

giving off

their skills without letting go of the tension in

“Atures, don't you agree?”

could not charge toward

has no brain. How can you have such

headed back

smiling but his eyes were

all of you want to come at

Arm’s members looked toward

provocation. This was the same