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 couple

Paat!

enter the large

total of five trap areas following

stoically commented and Cale

Clap, clap, clap.

He clapped.

you're doing

“…….”

is your

wuxia novels

Blood Cult

the Demon

frequent and there was a system that was used instead of

"What number are you?”

Flinch.

flinched

quite skilled in the organization so should be

“…….”

“Number 7?”

who was inspecting the hallway ceiling and the disarmed

The Blood Cultist's pupils just

I guess you are Number

The Blood Cultist frowned.

care and continued

“Let’s hurry.”

Swoooooooosh.

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

Puuuuush.

push hard against the

‘Shit! These motherfucking bastards!’

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

hear the Purifier grumbling behind

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

black Dragon added

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

what it meant for someone’s inside to

‘This motherfucking Purifier!’

did not dare

bastard like this uses

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

he couldn’t help but clench his teeth the more

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

be scared, hostile, or bow down to the Blood

had seen these three

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

had never seen someone

could not attack the Purifier and his motherfucking mouth despite

They’re all so damn

sword master, the black Dragon,

them

three were

was probably the person who knew the

was why he could make a

quickly take care of

Black Bloods’ world

disarm all of the

‘I'll faint after that.

probably knock me unconscious once I am no

Right...

knock me

mysterious ominous feeling.

“Oh. Good. Great speed.”

the Purifier’s annoying voice and hurried.

walked away from the wall and to a spot on

Boom!

was a short vibration and a mysterious force

hand

second area has been

area was

disarm is

to easily shoot up in the air

who was not aware would

Click. Click.

“It is disarmed.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Good job, Number 7.”

7! Great

Purifier and the black

just ignored them and

is disarmed

Clap, clap, clap.

was clapping as

7 scowled but Cale

himself while looking at

been a total of

doors were along the walls of the hallway, had no doorknobs, and

Imperial Prince Sanders had said

of

made of gold. The second room

had explained the things in ten of the

in the

for a moment there before continuing to

are in

was off doing something on his own right

First Imperial Prince asked what this test was so I let him

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

it. He also understood why the

the First Imperial Prince is

At the same time...

is signaling to the First Imperial Prince to show himself and

what Cale thought the Emperor

stopped thinking and looked at Number 7 after seeing him do

as far

chin up and down

‘This arrogant little bastard!’

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

7 spoke in a

the end of area 5.

see the wall blocking the path because it was not

of the wall looked the same as this side in

full

mana

name meant that

do for you here. It is extremely terrible death ki so even I cannot enter

“Simple.”

Crack.

led the way and walked

‘It's dark.’

everything turned pitch black as soon as

It was dead mana.