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 Blood Cultist touched that

Paat!

enter the large but dark

are a total of five trap areas following this path.

stoically commented and Cale raised

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

doing

“…….”

what is your

wuxia novels he had read as Kim Rok Soo. He

the Demon Cult and Blood Cult use this

novels had settings where people in the Demon Cult or Blood Cult who did stealthy things did

was a system that was used instead of

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

flinched

should be quite skilled in the organization so should be

“…….”

“Number 7?”

was inspecting the hallway ceiling and the disarmed traps

The Blood Cultist's pupils

I guess you are Number

The Blood Cultist frowned.

care and continued

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

were already swirling around Cale's ankles. A gust of wind followed Cale's hand and wrapped around the Blood Cultist’s ankles as

Puuuuush.

his scabbard to push hard against the Blood

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

his speed. Thanks to these whirlwinds the Purifier

hear the Purifier

the Blood Cult in your world is so rotten. You should at least have a name.” “That’s

black Dragon added

Blood Cultist, Number 7, felt as if he was going to go

meant for someone’s inside to

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

he did not dare to say

bastard like this uses the power of a

it was a bit holy when he saw the Purifier use his power for the first time. It was a sight that gave him no other choice

clench his

is nobody who would act so

either be scared, hostile, or bow down

these three

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

never seen someone

Number 7 could not attack the Purifier and his motherfucking mouth despite the

all so damn

master, the black Dragon, and the

three of them were

three were not the only

he was probably the person who knew

was why he could make

just quickly take care of

Black

disarm all of the

‘I'll faint after that.

probably knock me unconscious once I am no longer

Right...

knock me

7 had a mysterious ominous

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

voice and

away from the wall and to a spot on

Boom!

short vibration and a mysterious force

hand

area has been

third area

device to disarm

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

who was not aware

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

7!

the Purifier and the black Dragon

just ignored them and

fourth area is disarmed as

Clap, clap, clap.

Han was

scowled but Cale wasn’t even looking at

to himself while looking at the long

total of

had no doorknobs,

Prince Sanders had said

total of 11 areas

area had all sorts of things. The first room had treasures made of gold. The second room had jewels, the third room had weapons made of magic

had explained the things in

the

stopped for a moment there

are

off doing something on his own right now, had

was so I let him

this place while playing Hide and Seek with his younger brother, Fourth Imperial

able to deduce the Emperor's thoughts about it. He also understood why

the

At the same time...

Prince to show himself and

thought the Emperor was

stopped thinking and looked at Number 7 after seeing him do

is as far

move his chin up and down as if

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

started to speak. After taking some time to think about it, he realized that this Purifier was

7 spoke in

no other devices until the end of area 5. However, do you see

to see the wall blocking the path because it was

the wall looked the same as

past here, it is full of death ki, what you call dead

dead mana death ki in

meant that it was the aura of

We call it death ki. Anyway, that is why there is nothing I can do for you here. It is extremely

“Simple.”

Crack.

led the way and

‘It's dark.’

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

It was dead mana.