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 seemed to be

at least tell they are not on our

member continued to

not on the Mercenaries

that these two men

so confidently reveal

at

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff started to

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

of their voices

“…Molan.”

them just said one

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

the moment the

“Excuse me? Molan?”

younger people sounded

Is it really

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

at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

men on the roof shot up into

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

Crock and Atures started to

already

could not

Boobooboooooooooom-

explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

people in the rear quickly ducked. The ones who

Boooooooooooom-

being

as if the original base

not just

slowly buying the land around the original Mercenaries

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

there is a reason to go any

back to his subordinate as he

and the

large circle and crumbled

“…Huh?”

Arm’s members looked inside that large circle

“…Furniture? A desk?”

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

under the sun without hiding

the reason

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

had a good idea about the true

“…I see.”

squad member was looking

they kept

why the Mercenaries Guild people had been rushing and that

gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

also turned his gaze started

‘When?’

with Atures had stepped back to this location to dodge

average looking house

of that house’s

the Arm members from this house that was not very

you are still

was in his sixties in a friendly manner. However, his demeanor changed as the old man stared at him without saying

been what let you escape

Fifteen years ago.

the majority of the

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

so well

Atures started to sneer.

hiding. What wind brought you here? Are you tired of

Tap.

Ron. Atures looked at him and continued

in front of him. Long time no see. I went to visit your place a few times when you were young. Do you remember this

with his teeth

a benign voice at that

killed all

smile disappeared from

Atures Poeff.

Poeff household,

took charge in killing

“You have no response.”

the benign smile

cold eyes looked toward Atures who was down below looking

are the scared rat bastard, not

was at

out a

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

with him on this operation in place of his

right in front

stealthily moving toward the building where Ron

the shocked squad member as he heard Ron's soft laughter in his

even more like

down on his

the moment he saw

it the moment

was healthy even though he was in his

was also giving

skills without letting go of the tension in their body for even

“Atures, don't you agree?”

toward Ron as soon

brain. How can you

gaze headed back

but his eyes

you want to come

of Arm’s

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