Trash of the Count's Family

All of the calls ended.

Cale immediately left through the window.

Clang clang.

The ninth floor strategy room window locked once again.

‘I’ll come to you a bit later!’

He could hear the voice of a Wind Elemental.

Now two of the three Elementals stayed behind in the magic stones storage room and the strategy room. Of course, they would reunite with Cale later.

‘…Explosion! Blow it up! Kahahahaha!’

Only a weird one was left but Cale did not have time to think about it.

“Let’s go to where Beacrox is.” I got it, human!

Cale headed toward Merchant guild leader Plavin's room where Beacrox should be.

He would meet with Plavin, Ron, and Beacrox over there.

Click.

Cale looked toward the door after hearing it open.

He slowly stood up from the couch.

“You're here, Merchant guild leader-nim.”

“Mm!”

Plavin Singten flinched after hearing Cale's greeting as he walked into the room. He then nodded his head as if nothing was wrong and continued to walk in.

Click.

He then clenched his eyes and then reopened them after hearing Ron lock the door behind him.

It was at that moment.

“What do you think?”

He could hear Cale's nonchalant voice.

Plavin was shocked at this instant change of attitude, but he quickly started to speak as he preferred this nonchalant attitude.

“Some of the mages and the alchemists will head over in one hour with some troops to collect the fake slaves.”

Plavin’s two hands pointed to Beacrox and Ron.

“I convinced them to let these two seniors lead the way as you mentioned sir.”

Ron and Beacrox.

These two would be the ones to lead the Southern Alchemists’ Tower's troops to collect the fake slaves.

“The mages are said to be skilled enough to install teleportation magic circles. Their plan is to teleport the slaves in batches as they are not strong enough to teleport all 1,200 at once.”

“How wonderful.”

Cale started to smile.

The mages who would head into a trap with Ron and Beacrox were not skilled enough like Rosalyn or Becrock to teleport multiple people at once by themselves.

However, it was fine if they were skilled enough to teleport 1,200 slaves even if it took multiple teleportations.

‘It becomes easier to blow up the Tower when more of those skilled mages are not here.’

Cale’s side would become more advantageous the more mages were not at the tower.

Plavin Singten who finished his report looked toward Cale with anxiety. Cale started to speak.

“Open them.”

Beacrox's hands started to move.

Zzzzzzz-

One of the backpacks on the table was unzipped.

“…Hmph!”

Plavin gasped.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

His heart was beating wildly.

He could see the magic bombs.

‘These will explode today.’

The tips of Plavin's fingers were slightly shaking.

Pat. Plavin felt the man from the Sun God faction placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You are going to move with me. You should know how lucky you are.”

Plavin could see the laughing man’s reddish brown eyes.

“You should not get swept up in the explosion if you are with me. Doesn’t that sound great?”

“…Yes, Yes sir. It sounds great.”

Plavin tightly closed his eyes and reopened them as he responded. The man from the Sun God faction's voice hit him like thunder at that moment.

“We will move the enemies to the trap in one hour. We will start the explosions three hours after they leave.”

Exactly four hours from now.

10pm tonight.

A time when even the summer sky that stays bright so long is completely dark.

“The greatest defense is a preemptive strike.”

They will hit the enemies first.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

Plavin Singten’s face slowly turned white as he looked at the watch in his hand.

His gaze headed toward the window.

He could see someone looking out at the dark night sky.

“It's time.”

Plavin clenched his fists after hearing those words.

The eyes behind the mask headed toward him.

“Jump down.”

He then pointed outside the window.

“…Do I really need to jump?”

not respond. Plavin Singten clenched his fists even tighter. He could see

have any say

at

“10, 9-”

The countdown had started.

‘Damn it!’

started

He didn't care if this bastard was

were others who were responding to his

‘It’s finally starting!’

move to the top of

The countdown to hell!

7, 6-” Human, human!

“5, 4-”

Tap, tap.

turned toward the sound

“Ahhhhh!”

he ran toward the

“3.”

the golden top's whip in one hand as he cast some wind at the

Swooooooosh-

wind

‘Let’s go!’

Swooooooosh-

three Wind Elementals jumped through

“2.”

“Daaaaaaaaaaaamn iiiiiiiiit!”

body jumped out the

“1.”

Swooooooosh-

out the

“Gasp!”

Plavin gasped.

“I, I'm alive.”

as well as see the scary distance to the

toward the masked

“Gasp!”

only gasp

It was black.

Ooooooong-

up the tower starting from the

‘What is that?’

body turned because of the wind before he could think

“Huh?”

Alchemists’ Tower. The wind surrounding Plavin started to move toward the forest. Plavin’s gaze headed

stay hiding. If

man coldly stated

“S, shit!”

quickly move to a cave at the edge of the forest that a Wind Elemental

he had no way of knowing that. He wanted to say something because he was expecting the man to protect him until the end,

a! How could such a person be from the Church

to understand what was surrounding the

Black mana.

was what was enveloping the tower

Swoooooooooooosh- Swoooooooosh-

could also see a large whirlwind being created at the

Beeeeeep- Beeeeeeep-

started to go off in response to the black mana. The Alchemists’

and knights remaining in the tower were probably running around

did not need

man in the black mask heading

rising

at the

the magic bombs that would respond to that black mana and

‘…That person.’

that man in the

of the

who seemed to be a good

was leaving a bigger impact on

the most

not look

the pointy roof of

Beeeeeeep- Beeeeeeeep-

Alchemists’ Tower was on

Raon's

looked down and started

“Open the door.”

That was the beginning.

Chaos! Destruction! Kahahahaha!’

and open

from the top, enveloping the

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

windows clunked as they

were opening every window as they

“What the hell!”

people looking out the

were many people running out of

“O, over there!”

to Cale at the top

others who were staying around the tower quickly started to head to the

“Who are you?!”

person is one of

recognized Cale. One was the

not on any

Clang.

to the tenth floor Tower

“…Perhaps? ‘This voice!”

bastard looked out the window with a shield cast around

at

“Throw it!”

Swooooooosh-

bomb headed into the open tenth

In addition.

"Explode!”

Ooooooong-

mana

Baaaaaaaaaang! Baaaaang-!

Baaaaaaaaaang!

of three

shook the

“Aaaaaah!”

as they lowered their

were

that is the ninth floor! It is near the

floor exploded as

the Tower

floor, ninth floor and the

exploded in a total of three

could be seen through

where the windows used to exist. There was smoke, fire, and the sound of the place

was at that

“That’s round one.”

could hear the man on the

that had been changed and amplified with magic could be heard

“Move, move!”

what is

All of

from the tower as well as troops who had returned to their senses trying to get