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 greatsword who seemed to be in his

least tell they are not

squad member continued to

the

men were part of a

able to so confidently reveal themselves after destroying the Mercenaries

was at that

Atures Poeff started to

leader of the Mercenaries Guild’s

of their voices were

“…Molan.”

them just

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

in the area became different the moment the two of

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people

it really

ten years could not hide their astonishment as they focused their

at

“Gasp! Step back!”

the roof

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures started to

the others were already moving

not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

rear quickly ducked. The ones

Boooooooooooom-

being gobbled

base

was not just

had been slowly buying the

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

don't think there is a reason to

back to his subordinate as

building and the empty

large circle

“…Huh?”

inside that large

“…Furniture? A desk?”

could see dirt, rocks, and the debris from the wooden

everything under the sun without

the reason for

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

member had a good idea about the true identity of this

“…I see.”

member was looking

where they

people had been rushing and that was why they were

Poeff's gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

squad member who also turned his gaze

‘When?’

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

an average looking house

on top of that

at the Arm members from this house that was not very far away

still just as

sixties in a

what let you escape

Fifteen years ago.

majority of

unable to find the bodies of Ron Molan, the patriarch, and his son,

ran away so well that

Atures started to sneer.

were scared and hiding. What wind brought you here? Are

Tap.

landed behind Ron. Atures looked at him and continued to

time no see. I went to visit your place a few times when you were young. Do you remember

with

a benign voice

you killed all of your

disappeared from Atures’s

Atures Poeff.

had once been someone from the Poeff

took charge in killing the Mercenary

“You have no response.”

could see the benign smile

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

the scared rat bastard, not

at that

let out a quiet

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

gaze started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

had with him on this

was a small dagger right in front of

toward the

see the shocked squad member as he

even more like

bit down on his

noticed it the moment he saw

he noticed it the

even though he was in his

was also giving

letting go of

“Atures, don't you agree?”

could not charge toward Ron

has no brain. How can you have

headed back toward

but his eyes were

all of you want to come at me at

portion of Arm’s

not dare to move even after Ron's provocation. This was the same for his