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.

him was a man with a

they are not on our

member continued to

on the Mercenaries Guild’s side

men were part of a different

to so confidently reveal themselves after

at that

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff started

leader of the Mercenaries Guild’s core

their voices

“…Molan.”

them just said

was in his late forties while Crock was in his early thirties. There was no way that the two of them did not

the area became different the moment the

“Excuse me? Molan?”

people

it really Ron

ten years could not hide their astonishment as they focused their gazes on the older

at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

roof shot up into the

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures started to

were already moving before

not

Boobooboooooooooom-

explosion shook

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

rear quickly

Boooooooooooom-

was being gobbled

the original base

was not just being

slowly buying the land around the

coming into the area and left

a reason

anything back to his subordinate as he continued to look

building and the empty area

a large

“…Huh?”

of Arm’s members looked inside that large circle before

“…Furniture? A desk?”

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

new ditch showed everything under the sun without

was the reason

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

good idea about the

“…I see.”

Leader Atures whom the squad member was looking

was where they kept the

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

Poeff's gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

member who also turned

‘When?’

with Atures had stepped back to this location to dodge the crumbling

average

of that house’s

looking down at the Arm members from this house that was not

you are still just as

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

let you escape

Fifteen years ago.

was when the majority of

unable to find the bodies of Ron Molan, the patriarch,

well that

Atures started to sneer.

wind brought you here? Are

Tap.

across some roofs and landed behind Ron. Atures looked at him

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

smiled brightly with

heard a benign voice at that

that why you killed all of your own family

disappeared from Atures’s

Atures Poeff.

from the Poeff

charge in killing the Mercenary King’s friend,

“You have no response.”

could see the benign smile

not look benign at all. Those cold

the scared rat bastard, not

was at

out a quiet

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

groan

gaze started to

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

on this operation in place of his

small dagger right in front of

stealthily moving toward the building where Ron was

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

subordinates seem even

bit down on his

noticed it the moment he

the moment

was healthy even though he was in

was also giving

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

“Atures, don't you agree?”

Atures could not charge toward Ron as

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

headed back toward

was smiling but his eyes

of you want to

Arm’s members looked

provocation. This was the same for his subordinates who had been with