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

Paat!

made light enter the large but dark

five trap areas following

Cultist stoically commented and

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

doing great! So

“…….”

what is

wuxia novels he had read as Kim Rok Soo. He suddenly thought

Blood Cult use this

Demon

frequent and there was a system that was used instead of

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

Cultist flinched and

so should

“…….”

“Number 7?”

disarmed traps next to

Blood Cultist's

guess you are

The Blood Cultist frowned.

and continued

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

around Cale's ankles. A gust of wind followed Cale's hand and wrapped around the Blood

Puuuuush.

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

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

himself back and increased his speed. Thanks to these whirlwinds the Purifier

still hear the Purifier

the Blood Cult in your world is so rotten. You should at least have a name.” “That’s right, human! A name is important!

black Dragon added on

as if he was

it meant for someone’s inside to flip

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

dare

bastard like this uses

the Purifier use his power for the first

he couldn’t help but clench his teeth the

Plains there is nobody who would act so shamelessly

hostile, or bow down to

had seen these

Number 7, really? Someone like you with so much loyalty... That Blood Demon bastard should at least give you a name. Giving a name is not

had never seen someone like

and his motherfucking mouth despite the anger in

all so damn

black Dragon,

them

were

probably the person who knew the most about this group's strength in

was why he

quickly take care

Black

would just disarm all of the traps and

‘I'll faint after that.

me unconscious once

Right...

should knock me unconscious,

had a mysterious ominous feeling. His

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

the Purifier’s annoying voice and hurried. He moved

a spot on the ground

Boom!

short vibration and a mysterious

moved his hand

area has been

area

disarm

that Cale put on him to easily shoot up in

someone who was not aware would ever be able to

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

7! Great

the Purifier and the black Dragon were clapping

ignored them and pushed

area is disarmed as

Clap, clap, clap.

was

but Cale

himself while looking at the long

have been a total of ten doors until

hallway, had no doorknobs, and were the same

Prince Sanders had said the

of 11

room had treasures made of gold. The second room had jewels, the third

First Imperial Prince had explained the things

in the

First Imperial Prince stopped for a

are in

something on his own right now, had said after meeting with the

I let him know it

Seek with his younger brother,

the Emperor's thoughts about it. He also understood why the First Imperial Prince had

thinks that the

At the same time...

Prince to show

thought the Emperor

Number 7 after

far

move his chin up and down as if asking

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

was extremely angry but let it all out with one deep breath and started to speak. After taking some time to think about it, he realized that this Purifier was only decently crazy

in a calm

area 5.

wall blocking the path because it was not completely

the same as this side

full of death ki, what

call dead mana death ki

ki. The name meant that

do for you here. It is extremely terrible death ki so even I

“Simple.”

Crack.

led the way and walked

‘It's dark.’

they had experienced until now, everything turned pitch black as soon as

It was dead mana.