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?”

fists even tighter. He could

any say in this. However,

at

“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

were others who were

‘It’s finally starting!’

to the

The countdown to

human! I'm all set to

“5, 4-”

Tap, tap.

turned toward the

“Ahhhhh!”

as he ran

“3.”

top's whip in one hand as he cast

Swooooooosh-

wind surrounded

‘Let’s go!’

Swooooooosh-

three Wind Elementals jumped through the

“2.”

“Daaaaaaaaaaaamn iiiiiiiiit!”

jumped out

“1.”

Swooooooosh-

out the window as

“Gasp!”

Plavin gasped.

“I, I'm alive.”

feel the wind surrounding him as well

gaze headed toward the masked

“Gasp!”

he could only gasp once

It was black.

Ooooooong-

crawling up the tower starting

‘What is that?’

turned because of the wind before he could think any

“Huh?”

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

hiding. If you

man coldly stated

“S, shit!”

to a cave at the edge of the

but Plavin covered his mouth in fear as he had no way of knowing that. He wanted to say something because he was

such a person be from the Church

what

Black mana.

enveloping the tower starting from the

Swoooooooooooosh- Swoooooooosh-

a large whirlwind being created at the top of

Beeeeeep- Beeeeeeep-

alarms started to go off in response to the black mana. The Alchemists’ Tower that only had a few

tower were probably running around to deal with the emergency

not need to see any

mask heading

mana rising

whirlwind at the top of

that would respond to that black

‘…That person.’

that

new Church of the Sun

Jack who seemed to be a

a bigger impact on Plavin’s mind than either of

most

not look

had landed on the pointy roof

Beeeeeeep- Beeeeeeeep-

was on alert.

Raon's excited

and started to

“Open the door.”

That was the beginning.

Chaos! Destruction! Kahahahaha!’

and open

whirlwind descended from the top, enveloping the entire tower as

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

windows clunked as they

Wind Elementals were opening every

“What the hell!”

people looking out the window looked

people running out of the tower

“O, over there!”

to Cale at the top

quickly started

“Who are you?!”

of Merchant guild leader

was the

was not

Clang.

to the tenth floor Tower Master’s

“…Perhaps? ‘This voice!”

with a

at that

“Throw it!”

Swooooooosh-

into

In addition.

"Explode!”

Ooooooong-

mana

Baaaaaaaaaang! Baaaaang-!

Baaaaaaaaaang!

total of three

shook

“Aaaaaah!”

started to scream as they lowered their

were shouting in

is the ninth floor! It is near the strategy

sixth floor exploded

Tower

sixth floor, ninth floor and the tenth

in a

could be seen through the open

There was smoke, fire, and the sound of the

at that

“That’s round one.”

could hear the man on the top

had been changed and amplified with magic could be heard by

“Move, move!”

what is

of you

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