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?”

clenched his fists even tighter. He could see outside the

not have any say in this. However, he

was at

“10, 9-”

The countdown had started.

‘Damn it!’

started

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

There were others who were responding to his

‘It’s finally starting!’

move to the top of

The countdown to

Human, human! I'm

“5, 4-”

Tap, tap.

turned toward the sound

“Ahhhhh!”

screamed as he ran

“3.”

hand as he cast some wind at the

Swooooooosh-

the wind surrounded

‘Let’s go!’

Swooooooosh-

Wind Elementals

“2.”

“Daaaaaaaaaaaamn iiiiiiiiit!”

body jumped out the

“1.”

Swooooooosh-

out the

“Gasp!”

Plavin gasped.

“I, I'm alive.”

him as well as see the scary

headed toward the

“Gasp!”

only gasp once

It was black.

Ooooooong-

was crawling up the tower

‘What is that?’

of the wind before he could think

“Huh?”

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

If you wish to

stated before

“S, shit!”

to a cave at the edge of the forest that

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

a! How could such a person be from

understand what was

Black mana.

what was enveloping the tower starting from the

Swoooooooooooosh- Swoooooooosh-

a large whirlwind being created at

Beeeeeep- Beeeeeeep-

in response to the black mana. The Alchemists’ Tower

alchemists, mages, and knights remaining in the tower were probably

need to

mask heading

rising

whirlwind at the top of

would respond to that

‘…That person.’

scared of that man in the black

of the Sun

who seemed to be a

on Plavin’s mind

seemed the most

could not

landed on the pointy

Beeeeeeep- Beeeeeeeep-

Tower was on

Raon's

looked down and

“Open the door.”

That was the beginning.

Chaos! Destruction! Kahahahaha!’

and open

descended from the top, enveloping the

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

clunked

Wind Elementals were opening

“What the hell!”

out the

running out of the tower as

“O, over there!”

people pointing to Cale at the

the tower quickly

“Who are you?!”

person is one of

recognized Cale. One was the alchemist who had guided Plavin

not on any of

Clang.

the window to the tenth floor Tower

“…Perhaps? ‘This voice!”

the window with a shield cast around him and looked up at

at that

“Throw it!”

Swooooooosh-

into the open

In addition.

"Explode!”

Ooooooong-

black mana

Baaaaaaaaaang! Baaaaang-!

Baaaaaaaaaang!

of three

shook

“Aaaaaah!”

started to scream as they lowered their

were shouting in

ninth floor!

floor

the Tower

floor, ninth floor and the tenth

in a total

be seen through the open

spots where the windows used to exist. There was smoke, fire, and the

was at that

“That’s round one.”

on the top of

and amplified with magic could be heard by the

“Move, move!”

is going

up! All of

tower as well as troops who had returned