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

at least tell they are not on

member continued

are not on the Mercenaries

that these two men were part of

to so confidently reveal themselves

at that

Squad Leader, Atures Poeff

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

of their voices were

“…Molan.”

of them just said one

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

area became different the moment the two of them said that

“Excuse me? Molan?”

younger people sounded

Is it really Ron

for over ten years could

was at that

“Gasp! Step back!”

men on the roof shot up into the

“Step back!”

“Retreat!”

and Atures started

the others were already

could not

Boobooboooooooooom-

loud explosion

“Aaah! G, get down!”

“W, what the…!”

was shaking. The people in the rear quickly

Boooooooooooom-

being

if the original base was being gobbled up

was not just being

slowly buying the land

other buildings from coming into the area and left the

there is a reason to go any farther

his subordinate as he continued to look

building and the empty

created a large

“…Huh?”

looked inside

“…Furniture? A desk?”

10 meters down. He could see dirt, rocks, and the debris from the wooden building. He could also see hundreds of large pieces of furniture such as desks in there

under the sun without

was the reason for

“Perhaps? Squad Leader-nim!”

member had a good idea about the true identity of this

“…I see.”

Leader Atures whom the squad member was looking at, nodded his

where they kept the

the Mercenaries Guild people had been rushing and that was why

Poeff's gaze started to

“Ron Molan.”

squad member who also turned his gaze started to

‘When?’

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

average looking house located

of

the Arm members from this

are still just

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

stealthiness must have been what let you escape back then. Just

Fifteen years ago.

majority of the Molan household was

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

well that we couldn't

Atures started to sneer.

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

Tap.

some roofs and landed behind Ron. Atures looked at him and continued to

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. Do

brightly with his

a benign voice at that

that why you killed all of your

disappeared from

Atures Poeff.

had once been someone from the Poeff household, one of the Five

the one who took charge in killing

“You have no response.”

the benign smile

benign at all. Those cold eyes looked toward Atures who was down below

the scared

was at

out a quiet

His hand then moved.

“Ugh!”

small groan

gaze started

“…S, Squad Leader-nim.”

on this operation in place of his

was a small dagger right in

moving toward the building where Ron was

shocked squad member as he heard Ron's soft

even more

down on his

it the moment he

the moment he saw

even though he was in

was also giving off a sharp

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

“Atures, don't you agree?”

Atures could not charge toward Ron as

no brain. How can you have such squad members

gaze headed

smiling but his eyes were

all of you want to

Arm’s members looked toward

provocation. This was the same for his subordinates who had been with him for at least fifteen