Trash of the Count's Family

TCF2-50

However, Cale's group was not walking that quickly.

Cale started to speak.

“Why are you so slow?”

“…….”

The Blood Cultist was walking extremely slowly.

It was at that moment.

Push.

“......!”

The end of the scabbard in Choi Han's hand pushed against the Blood Cultist’s back.

The black Dragon with dark blue eyes whispered next to the Blood Cultist at the same time.

“Hey Blood Cultist! I don’t know what the Blood Cult is, but...”

“Crazies.” (TL: The author uses the word for cult here, but cult doesn't work well because it is already the Blood cult so crazies it is.)

“Aha! Our human says that you are crazy people! Then, hey crazy Blood Cultist!”

The black Dragon spoke energetically with a bright smile on his face.

“The Emperor won't come even if you walk slowly!”

Smile.

The black Dragon smiled and the Blood Cultist flinched because the smile was almost identical to the Purifier's.

Cale didn’t care and spoke in a lighthearted and calm voice.

“If the Emperor happens to show up, we will just destroy the whole thing, destroy the Imperial Palace and run away.”

The Blood Cultist did not say anything.

However, his heart was beating wildly.

‘That’s exactly what I want!’

That was truly what the Blood Cultist wanted.

‘It is none of my business what happens to the Black Bloods or this Imperial Palace!’

He was only worried about his one true god, the Blood Demon.

However, he stopped walking and turned around after hearing what Cale said next.

“After causing all of that chaos, I will definitely keep you alive and take you with me. To the Central Plains. Then I will meet the Blood Demon and say the following.”

The green eyes that were visible through the mask were smiling.

Those smiling green eyes looked at the Blood Cultist.

“I will tell him that I was able to create such a mess thanks to everything you told me. I will tell him that is the reason I was able to come see him and that I will turn the Blood Cult into the same kind of mess.”

“......!”

“And that it was all thanks to you.”

“......”

“Oh right, I also have to tell him something else. I need to tell him that you decided to become a priest of the Church of the Fire of Purification. I'll say that you said that the Blood Cult was trash.”

“......!”

“Ah, that is going to be so much fun. Don’t you think so?”

The silent Blood Cultist started speaking.

“You good faction-like son of a bitch.”

“Oh. Thanks for the compliment.”

Cale smiled and then added on.

“But if you help us get through this tomb, I will at least go to the Central Plains and say that you did not betray the cult until the end. I will also tell them how sincere you were about the Blood Cult.”

His voice had a jovial tone to it but his eyes were serious. The Blood Cultist could sense the sincerity despite this being his enemy.

The Blood Cultist turned around and opened his mouth to speak.

“...Follow me.”

His voice was solemn and sorrowful.

- Human, I can’t understand that crazy Blood Cultist!

Raon shared his thoughts into Cale's mind.

- Is it that important to be told that he was sincere about the Blood Cult? I cannot understand it! Actually, I don’t want to understand it either!

Cale slightly nodded his head.

‘What good would it do to understand the thoughts of those Blood Cult bastards?’

He had this feeling every so often that Raon tended to not waste time with useless things. It was instinctual for him.

‘Anyway.’

Cale’s eyes sparkled while looking at the Blood Cultist who was now walking quickly.

‘This bastard seems like he would be quite useful in many ways.’

This bastard basically had blind loyalty and faith toward the Blood Cult.

That made it easy to handle him.

‘...I need to definitely take him to the Central Plains.

But I'll take him to the Roan Kingdom first.’

The Blood Cultist would probably faint if he found out what Cale was thinking, but Cale had made up his mind to take this Blood Cultist with him.

‘I'll need to ask him to guide me through the Blood Cult as well.’

It would be a threat disguised as a request, but either way, Cale didn't want to let go of this Blood Cultist who was surprisingly easy to talk to.

That was why he asked while looking at the Blood Cultist who was walking in front of them and approaching a wall.

“Hey, what is your name?”

“…….”

“Does the Blood Cult not even give you a name?”

Click. Click.

in before some kind of mechanism appeared. The Blood Cultist touched that mechanism in a couple

Paat!

the large

are a total of five trap areas following this path.

commented and Cale

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

doing

“…….”

what is your

silently walking Blood Cultist and recalled the wuxia novels he had read as Kim Rok Soo. He

Blood Cult use

of the wuxia novels had settings where people in the Demon Cult or Blood Cult

a system that was used instead

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

Blood Cultist flinched and

the organization so should be in the top 10. Are

“…….”

“Number 7?”

the hallway ceiling and the disarmed traps next to the Blood Cultist, opened his

The Blood Cultist's pupils

guess you are Number

The Blood Cultist frowned.

didn't care and continued to

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

followed Cale's hand and

Puuuuush.

Han used his scabbard to push hard against the Blood Cultist’s

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

teeth but held himself back and increased his speed. Thanks to these whirlwinds the Purifier has created, his body moved quickly forward despite not using

could still hear the Purifier grumbling behind

Cult in your world is so rotten. You should at least have a name.” “That’s right, human! A name is important! My name is an extremely great and

added on as

felt as if he

meant for someone’s inside

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

words he did not dare to say boiled inside of

this uses the

was a bit holy when he saw the Purifier use his power for the first time. It was a sight that gave

clench his

there is nobody who would act so shamelessly in

be scared, hostile, or bow down to

seen these three

Blood Cult has no growth at all. Number 7, really? Someone like you with so much loyalty... That Blood

never seen someone like

the Purifier and his motherfucking mouth despite the anger in his

all so

the black Dragon, and

three of them were very

these three were not

was probably the person who knew the most about this

he could make a

just quickly take care of

Black Bloods’ world

all of the traps and

‘I'll faint after that.

me unconscious once I am no longer

Right...

knock me

7 had a mysterious ominous feeling. His

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

annoying voice and hurried. He

the wall and to a spot on the ground and struck down on

Boom!

a short vibration and a mysterious

moved his hand on top of

area has

area

disarm

whirlwind that Cale put on him to easily shoot up in

a location that someone who was not

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

Number 7! Great

and the

7 just ignored them

fourth area is disarmed as

Clap, clap, clap.

Choi Han was clapping as

7 scowled but Cale wasn’t

to himself while looking

total of ten doors

doors were along the walls of the hallway, had no doorknobs, and were the same color as the

Imperial Prince Sanders

a total of 11

first room had treasures made of gold. The second

the things

in the

for a

are in

what Eruhaben, who was off doing something on his own right now, had

this test was so I let him know

Seek with his younger brother, Fourth Imperial

thoughts about it. He also understood

the First Imperial Prince

At the same time...

the First Imperial Prince to show himself and come to the public execution

Cale thought the

Number 7 after seeing him

far

his chin up and down as

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

to think about it, he realized that this Purifier was only decently crazy compared to the truly crazy

in a calm

of area 5. However, do you

able to see the wall blocking the path because

of the wall looked the same as this

it is full of death ki,

mana death

meant that it was

is why there is nothing I can do for you here. It

“Simple.”

Crack.

led the way and

‘It's dark.’

natural darkness they had experienced until now, everything turned pitch black as soon as he walked into

It was dead mana.