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

Paat!

the large but dark

of five trap areas following

Cultist stoically commented and

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

doing great! So

“…….”

what is your

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

and Blood Cult use this kind

the Demon Cult or Blood

and there was a system that was used instead of

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

Cultist flinched

organization so should be in the top 10. Are

“…….”

“Number 7?”

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

Blood Cultist's

you

The Blood Cultist frowned.

and

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

gust of wind followed Cale's hand and wrapped around the

Puuuuush.

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

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

Thanks to these whirlwinds the Purifier has created, his body moved

still hear the Purifier

is so rotten. You should at least have a name.” “That’s right, human! A name is important! My name is an extremely great and mighty

added

as if he

must be what it meant for someone’s inside to

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

he did not dare to say boiled inside of

bastard like this uses the power of

holy when he saw the Purifier use his power for the first

help but clench his teeth the

who would act so shamelessly in

scared, hostile, or

seen these

growth at all. Number 7, really? Someone like you with so much loyalty... That Blood Demon bastard should at

seen

and his motherfucking mouth despite the anger

all so damn

master, the black Dragon, and

of them were

these three were not

he was probably the person who knew the most

why he could make

just quickly take

the Black Bloods’

just disarm all of

‘I'll faint after that.

knock me unconscious once I am

Right...

should knock

7 had a mysterious ominous feeling.

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

the Purifier’s annoying voice and hurried. He

wall and to a spot on the ground and struck down

Boom!

and a

moved his hand on

area has

area was after

device to disarm

easily shoot up in the air and modified some things in the

that someone who was not aware would ever

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

7! Great

and the black Dragon were

just ignored them and

fourth area is

Clap, clap, clap.

was

Cale wasn’t even looking at

while looking at the long

have been a total of ten

hallway, had no doorknobs, and were the same

Imperial Prince Sanders had said

a total of 11

treasures made of gold. The

explained the things in

in the final eleventh

First Imperial Prince stopped for a moment there before

things are

his own right now, had

I let

playing Hide and Seek with

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

Emperor thinks that the First

At the same time...

Imperial Prince to show himself and come to

thought the Emperor

stopped thinking and looked at Number 7 after

as far as

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

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

some time to think about it, he realized that this Purifier was only decently crazy compared to

spoke in a calm

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

see the wall blocking the path because

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

is full

mana death ki in the

that it was the aura of

is nothing I can do for you here. It is extremely terrible

“Simple.”

Crack.

way and walked

‘It's dark.’

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

It was dead mana.