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?”

respond. Plavin Singten clenched his fists even tighter. He could see

say in this. However,

at that

“10, 9-”

The countdown had started.

‘Damn it!’

pupils started

stoically looked toward Plavin. He didn't care if this bastard was scared. He had no reason to make it comfortable

were others who were responding to his

‘It’s finally starting!’

to the top

countdown

human! I'm all set to

“5, 4-”

Tap, tap.

turned toward the sound of

“Ahhhhh!”

as he ran

“3.”

held the golden top's whip in one hand as he cast some wind at the tip of his

Swooooooosh-

the wind

‘Let’s go!’

Swooooooosh-

Wind Elementals jumped

“2.”

“Daaaaaaaaaaaamn iiiiiiiiit!”

body jumped out

“1.”

Swooooooosh-

jumped out the window

“Gasp!”

Plavin gasped.

“I, I'm alive.”

feel the wind surrounding him as well as see the scary distance

toward the masked

“Gasp!”

only

It was black.

Ooooooong-

the tower starting from the first

‘What is that?’

wind

“Huh?”

to move toward the forest. Plavin’s

hiding. If you

coldly stated before

“S, shit!”

away from the tower and started to quickly move to a cave at the edge

as he had no way of knowing that. He wanted to say something because he was expecting the man to protect him until the end, but he could not

a person

to understand what was

Black mana.

enveloping the tower starting from

Swoooooooooooosh- Swoooooooosh-

could also see a large whirlwind being created at

Beeeeeep- Beeeeeeep-

the black mana. The Alchemists’ Tower that only had a

remaining in the tower were probably

did not need to see any

man in the black mask heading to

rising

whirlwind at the

would respond to

‘…That person.’

scared of that man

new Church of the

who seemed to be a

was leaving a bigger impact on

the most like a

could not

the pointy roof of the

Beeeeeeep- Beeeeeeeep-

entire Southern Alchemists’ Tower was on alert. Human!

heard Raon's

and started

“Open the door.”

That was the beginning.

Chaos! Destruction! Kahahahaha!’

up and

whirlwind descended from the top, enveloping the entire tower as it

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

clunked as they

were opening every window as they went

“What the hell!”

out the window looked

many people running out of the tower as

“O, over there!”

to Cale at the top of the

the tower quickly started to head to the tower

“Who are you?!”

one of

was the

gaze was not

Clang.

tenth floor

“…Perhaps? ‘This voice!”

bastard looked out the window with a

shouted at that

“Throw it!”

Swooooooosh-

into

In addition.

"Explode!”

Ooooooong-

black mana

Baaaaaaaaaang! Baaaaang-!

Baaaaaaaaaang!

of

shook

“Aaaaaah!”

started to scream as they

of them were

that is the ninth floor! It is near the

floor exploded

Tower Master-nim's

floor, ninth floor

a total of

seen through

There was smoke, fire, and the sound of the place being

was at that

“That’s round one.”

on the top

amplified with magic could be heard

“Move, move!”

is going

of

people shouting to get away from the tower as well as troops who