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.

a man with a greatsword who seemed to

at least tell they are not

squad member continued

not on the Mercenaries Guild’s side

men were part of a different

would be able to so confidently reveal

at that

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff

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

their

“…Molan.”

of them just

Crock was in his early thirties. There was no

became different the

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people sounded

Is it really Ron

ten years could not hide their astonishment as they focused

at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

roof shot up

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures

the others were already moving before

could not be

Boobooboooooooooom-

explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

rear quickly ducked. The ones who had retreated

Boooooooooooom-

was being gobbled

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

was not just

had been slowly buying the land around the

the area and left the area around the Mercenaries Guild

don't think there is a reason

say anything back to his subordinate as he

the

created a large circle and crumbled

“…Huh?”

of Arm’s members looked inside that large circle

“…Furniture? A desk?”

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

showed everything under the sun

was the reason for

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

good idea about the true identity

“…I see.”

squad member

they

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

gaze

“Ron Molan.”

who also turned

‘When?’

Battle Brigade that had come with Atures had stepped back to this

an average looking house located

top of that

Arm members from this house

are still just

in a friendly manner. However, his demeanor changed as the old man stared at him

have been what let you escape back then.

Fifteen years ago.

majority of the Molan household was

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

ran away so well that

Atures started to sneer.

What wind brought you here? Are you tired

Tap.

behind Ron.

time no see. I went to visit your place a few

brightly with

heard a benign voice at

Atures. Is that why you killed all of

smile disappeared from Atures’s

Atures Poeff.

the Poeff household, one of the Five

charge in killing the Mercenary King’s friend,

“You have no response.”

the benign

all. Those cold eyes looked toward Atures who was down

the scared rat

at that

let out

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan soon

started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

on this

dagger right in front of that person’s

toward the building where Ron

see the shocked squad member as he

even

down on

noticed it the

noticed it the moment he saw Ron's

even though

was also giving off a

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

“Atures, don't you agree?”

was why Atures could not charge toward Ron as soon as he

no brain. How can you have such squad members with

gaze headed back

was smiling but his eyes were

want to

Arm’s members looked toward

provocation. This was the same for his subordinates who