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

Paat!

made light enter the large but dark

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

commented

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

doing great!

“…….”

what is

at the silently walking Blood Cultist and recalled the wuxia novels he

Demon Cult and Blood Cult use this

wuxia novels had settings where people in the Demon Cult or Blood

was quite frequent and there was a system that was used instead

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

flinched

organization so should be in the

“…….”

“Number 7?”

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

Blood Cultist's

guess you

The Blood Cultist frowned.

didn't care and

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

were already swirling around Cale's ankles. A gust of wind followed

Puuuuush.

his scabbard to push hard against the

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

these whirlwinds the Purifier

hear the Purifier grumbling behind

a name.” “That’s right, human! A name is important! My name is an extremely great

black Dragon added on as

Cultist, Number 7, felt as if he was going

must be what it meant for someone’s inside to flip

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

did not dare to say boiled

this uses

the Purifier use his power for the first time. It was a

clench his teeth the more he experienced

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

or bow down to the

these three reactions

so much loyalty... That Blood Demon bastard should at least give you a name. Giving a name

had never seen someone

attack the Purifier and his motherfucking mouth despite the anger in his

all so

the black

them were

three were not the

the person who knew the most about this

why he could make a

take care

the Black

all

‘I'll faint after that.

unconscious once I

Right...

knock

7 had a mysterious ominous feeling. His steps

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

ignored the Purifier’s annoying voice and hurried. He

to a spot on the ground and struck down on the

Boom!

was a short vibration and a mysterious

7 moved his hand on

second area has

area

device to disarm is

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

who was

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

7!

Purifier and the

just ignored them and pushed

is disarmed as

Clap, clap, clap.

was clapping

7 scowled but Cale wasn’t

himself while looking at

total of

walls of the hallway, had no doorknobs, and were the same

Prince Sanders had said the

were a total of 11 areas in

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

the things in

the final

for a moment there before continuing to

things are

was off doing something on his own right now, had said after meeting with the First Imperial

asked what this test was so I let him know it was

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

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

Emperor thinks that the First Imperial Prince

At the same time...

Prince to show himself and come to

was what Cale thought the Emperor

and looked at Number 7

far

chin up and down as if asking

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

think about it, he realized that this Purifier was only decently crazy compared to the truly crazy high-level individuals, those extremely crazy bastards in the Blood

in a calm

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

the wall blocking the path because it was not

looked the same as this side in Cale's

here, it is full of death ki, what you

mana death

meant that

for you here.

“Simple.”

Crack.

the way and walked through

‘It's dark.’

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

It was dead mana.