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.

to him was a man with a greatsword who seemed

they

squad member continued

the

these two men were part of a different

so confidently reveal

at that

Atures

time, Crock, the leader of the Mercenaries

their voices were

“…Molan.”

of them just

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

the area became different the moment

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people

it really Ron

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

was at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

men on the roof shot up into the

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures started to

already moving

could not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion shook the

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

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

Boooooooooooom-

being gobbled

the original base was being gobbled up by

not

Mercenaries Guild had been slowly buying the land around the original

other buildings from coming into the area and left the area

think there is a reason to

could not say anything back to his subordinate as he continued

wooden building and the empty area

a large

“…Huh?”

inside that large circle before

“…Furniture? A desk?”

rocks, and the debris from the wooden

new ditch showed everything under the sun

was the reason

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

Arm member had a good idea about the true identity of

“…I see.”

Atures whom the squad member was looking at, nodded his

was where they

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

Poeff's gaze

“Ron Molan.”

turned his gaze started

‘When?’

come with Atures

average looking house located

top of that

hair was looking down at the Arm members from this house that was

are still just as

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

let you escape back then.

Fifteen years ago.

the majority of

unable to find the bodies of Ron Molan, the

ran away so well that we couldn't

Atures started to sneer.

were scared and hiding. What wind brought you here?

Tap.

Ron. Atures looked at him and continued to

front of him. Long time no see. I went to visit your place a few times when you

brightly with his teeth

heard a benign voice

that why you killed all

disappeared

Atures Poeff.

had once been someone from the Poeff household, one of

took charge in killing the Mercenary King’s friend, Glenn

“You have no response.”

see the benign smile on

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

like you are the scared rat

at

let out a

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

groan

started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

had with him on this

dagger right in front

toward the building

member as he

subordinates seem even

bit down on

noticed it the

it the

healthy even though he

was also giving off a

skills without letting go of

“Atures, don't you agree?”

was why Atures could not charge toward

no brain. How can

gaze headed

was smiling but his

fine if all of you want to come at me at

Arm’s members looked

even after Ron's provocation. This was the same for his subordinates who had been with him for at least fifteen