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

least tell they are

squad member continued to

the Mercenaries

that these two men were part of

so confidently reveal themselves after destroying

was at that

Squad Leader, Atures

the Mercenaries Guild’s core members started to speak as

of their

“…Molan.”

them just said one

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

area became different the moment the two of them

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people sounded

it really Ron

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

was at

“Gasp! Step back!”

two men on the roof shot up into

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

Atures started to

were already moving before they

not be

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

quickly ducked.

Boooooooooooom-

being gobbled

it looked as if the original base was being gobbled up

was not

been slowly buying the

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

think there is a reason

anything back to his subordinate as he continued to look

building and the empty area around

large circle and crumbled

“…Huh?”

of Arm’s members looked inside

“…Furniture? A desk?”

dirt, rocks, and the debris from the wooden building.

new ditch showed everything under the sun

the reason

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

a good idea about the

“…I see.”

squad member was looking

where they

been rushing and that was why they were all extremely shocked right

Poeff's gaze started

“Ron Molan.”

also turned his gaze started

‘When?’

with Atures had stepped back to this

an average looking house

on top of that

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

are still

Leader Atures started to speak to the man who was in his sixties in a friendly manner. However, his demeanor changed as the old man stared

stealthiness must have been what let you escape back then.

Fifteen years ago.

when the majority of the Molan household

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

away so well that we

Atures started to sneer.

and hiding. What wind brought

Tap.

across some roofs and landed behind Ron. Atures looked at

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

brightly with his

benign voice at that

Atures. Is that why you killed all of

disappeared from

Atures Poeff.

had once been someone from the Poeff household, one

was the one who took charge in

“You have no response.”

could see the benign smile

eyes did not look benign at all. Those cold eyes looked toward Atures who was

like you are the

was at that

let out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan soon

started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

the person Atures had with him on this operation

dagger right in front of that person’s

been stealthily moving toward the

as he heard

subordinates seem even

bit down on

noticed it the moment he

the moment he saw Ron's

body was healthy even though he was in

also giving off a sharp

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

“Atures, don't you agree?”

not charge toward Ron as soon

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

headed back

but his eyes were

want to come at

Arm’s members

provocation. This was the same for his subordinates who had been with him for at least fifteen