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.

the wall and the flat wall pushed in before some kind of mechanism appeared. The Blood Cultist touched that mechanism in a

Paat!

light enter the large

are a total of five trap areas following this path. The

commented and Cale

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

doing great! So

“…….”

is

Blood Cultist and recalled the wuxia novels

and Blood

where people in the Demon Cult

quite frequent and there was a system that was used

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

Cultist flinched and

so should be in the top 10. Are you about

“…….”

“Number 7?”

inspecting the hallway ceiling and the disarmed traps next to the Blood Cultist,

Cultist's pupils just

guess you

The Blood Cultist frowned.

didn't care and continued to

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

gust of wind followed Cale's hand

Puuuuush.

Han used his scabbard to push hard

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

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

hear the Purifier

is so rotten. You should at least have a name.” “That’s right,

Dragon added

Blood Cultist, Number 7, felt as if

meant for someone’s inside to flip

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

he did not dare to say boiled

this uses

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

but clench his teeth

who would act so

be scared, hostile, or

seen these three reactions

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

never seen someone

could not attack the Purifier and his motherfucking mouth despite the anger

They’re all

black

three of them

were not the only

probably the person who

he could make a

quickly take care

the Black Bloods’

disarm all of the traps

‘I'll faint after that.

once I am no longer

Right...

knock

a mysterious ominous feeling. His steps quickened even

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

annoying voice

to a spot on the ground and struck down on the

Boom!

vibration and a mysterious

7 moved his hand on

area has

area was

disarm is

whirlwind that Cale put on him to easily shoot up in

someone who was not aware would

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

Number 7! Great

and the black

ignored them

is disarmed as

Clap, clap, clap.

Han was

but Cale wasn’t even looking

thinking to himself while looking

been a total of ten doors until

walls of the hallway, had no doorknobs,

Prince Sanders

were a total of 11 areas in

of gold. The second room had jewels, the third

had explained the things in ten of the

in the final eleventh

stopped for a moment there

things are

who was off doing something on his own right now, had said after meeting with

let him know it was

playing Hide and Seek with his younger brother, Fourth Imperial Prince Noi, in the

able to deduce the Emperor's thoughts about it.

the

At the same time...

to the First Imperial Prince to show himself

what Cale thought

thinking and looked at Number 7

is as far as

chin up and down as if asking him to

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

speak. After taking some time to think about it, he realized

7 spoke in

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

see the wall blocking the path

same as this side in Cale's eyes. However, Number 7

is full of death

call dead mana death ki in the

meant that it was

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

“Simple.”

Crack.

the way and walked through

‘It's dark.’

they had experienced until now, everything turned pitch black as

It was dead mana.