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.

wall pushed in before

Paat!

light enter the large but dark

total of five trap areas following

stoically commented

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

you're doing great!

“…….”

what is your

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

Blood Cult

where people in the Demon Cult or Blood Cult who did stealthy

there was a system that

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

Cultist flinched and

organization so should be

“…….”

“Number 7?”

who was inspecting the hallway ceiling and the disarmed

Cultist's

I guess you

The Blood Cultist frowned.

care and continued to

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

gust of wind followed Cale's hand and

Puuuuush.

his scabbard to push

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

teeth but held himself back and increased his speed. Thanks to these whirlwinds the

still hear the Purifier grumbling

the Blood 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

Dragon added on as

7, felt as if

must be what it meant

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

dare to say boiled

bastard like this uses

the Purifier use his power for the first time. It was a sight that gave him no other choice

his teeth the

nobody who would act so shamelessly

would either be scared, hostile, or

these three reactions

so much loyalty... That Blood Demon bastard

had never seen someone like this

and his motherfucking mouth despite the anger

all so damn

master, the black

them were very

three were not the only

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

he

quickly take

the Black Bloods’ world

all of

‘I'll faint after that.

knock me unconscious once I am

Right...

should knock

had a mysterious ominous

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

Purifier’s annoying voice and

walked away from the wall and to a spot on the ground and

Boom!

short vibration and

hand on

area

area was after

disarm is in the

him to easily shoot up in

that someone who was

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

Number 7! Great

and the black

7 just ignored them

area is disarmed as

Clap, clap, clap.

was clapping

but Cale

himself while

a total of ten doors

were along the walls of the hallway, had

Sanders had said

were a total of 11

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

explained the things in ten of the

in the final eleventh

Prince stopped for a

are

was off doing something on his own right now, had said

so I let him know it

found this place while playing Hide and Seek with his younger brother, Fourth Imperial Prince Noi, in the

the Emperor's thoughts about it. He also

thinks that the First Imperial Prince is

At the same time...

Imperial Prince to show himself and come to the

what Cale thought the Emperor was

stopped thinking and looked at Number 7 after seeing

as far as

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

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

it, he

spoke in

devices until the end of area 5. However, do you see this

were able to see the wall blocking the path because it was not completely

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

get past here, it is full

they call dead mana death ki

ki. The name meant that it was the

that is why there is nothing I can do for you here. It is extremely terrible death ki

“Simple.”

Crack.

led the way and walked through the invisible

‘It's dark.’

until now, everything turned pitch black as soon as he walked into

It was dead mana.