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.

and touched the wall and the flat wall pushed in before some kind of mechanism appeared. The

Paat!

made light enter the large but

trap areas following this path. The first area has been

stoically commented

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

you're doing great!

“…….”

what is your

wuxia novels he had read

and Blood Cult use this kind

novels had settings where people in the Demon Cult or Blood Cult who did stealthy things did not have

was quite frequent and there was a system that was used

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

flinched and Cale

so should be

“…….”

“Number 7?”

was inspecting the hallway ceiling and the disarmed traps next to the

The Blood Cultist's pupils

I guess you are

The Blood Cultist frowned.

care and continued

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

already swirling around Cale's ankles. A gust of wind followed Cale's hand and wrapped

Puuuuush.

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

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

Blood Cultist clenched his teeth but held himself back and increased his speed. Thanks to these whirlwinds the Purifier has created,

still hear the Purifier

least have a name.” “That’s

Dragon added on

Cultist, Number 7, felt as if he

what it meant for

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

not dare to say boiled inside

uses the power of a

7 had thought that it was a bit holy when he saw the Purifier use his power for

he couldn’t help but clench his

Central Plains there is nobody who would act so shamelessly in front

scared, hostile, or bow down to the

had seen these three reactions

The Blood Cult has no growth at all. Number 7, really? Someone like you with so much loyalty... That Blood Demon bastard should at least give you a name. Giving a

seen someone like

attack the Purifier and his motherfucking mouth despite the

They’re all so

the black Dragon, and

three of them were

three were not the

he was probably the person who knew the most about

he could make a

take care of them

was the Black Bloods’ world

just disarm all of the

‘I'll faint after that.

once

Right...

should knock me unconscious,

ominous feeling. His steps

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

7 ignored the Purifier’s annoying voice and hurried.

a spot on the

Boom!

and a

7 moved his hand on top of

second area has

area was after

to disarm is in

a whirlwind that Cale put on him to easily shoot up in the air and modified some things in

location that someone who was not aware would ever be able

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

7!

the black Dragon were clapping

7 just ignored them

fourth area is disarmed as

Clap, clap, clap.

Choi Han was

scowled but Cale wasn’t

thinking to himself while looking at the

been a total of ten

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

Imperial Prince Sanders had

a total of 11

of things. The first room had treasures made of gold. The

First Imperial Prince had explained the

the final

stopped for a

are in

something on his own

let him know it was Hide and

and Seek with his younger brother, Fourth

about it. He

that the

At the same time...

First Imperial Prince to show himself and come

Cale thought the

Number 7

far as

the Purifier move his chin up and down as if asking him to explain

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

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

in a calm

other devices until the end of area

wall blocking the path because

of the wall looked the same as this side in Cale's eyes. However, Number 7 explained

it is full of death ki,

dead mana death ki

meant that

is nothing I can do for you here. It is extremely terrible

“Simple.”

Crack.

way and

‘It's dark.’

had experienced until now, everything turned pitch black as soon as he walked

It was dead mana.