Trash of the Count’s Family

orners of his lips started to slowly rise.

‘I need to pick up a shield.

To live long without dying. He had no intentions of fighting.

In order to achieve that goal, the first step was raising his defenses. Second was finding a recovery method. Third was being faster than anybody else. Fourth was a strength that does not hurt him but can kill others.

Of course, the most important thing was to avoid the battlefield or anywhere where there may be bloodshed.

Cale thought about these so called plans of his as he slowly closed his eyes with satisfaction. He was thinking about it even as he fell asleep.

‘At least, I will not be beaten up even when the time comes for it in the novel.

The Indestructible Shield. Cale was thinking about this first shapeless strength he was going to get as he fell asleep. The corners of his lips that had gone up did not seem like they would ever come down.

Fateful encounters did not have an owner. It was a first come first serve type of deal.

The important day. What did he need to do in order to calm his nerves and be successful? Cale thought the first step was to have a hearty breakfast.

He felt like the only thing he did after coming to this world was eating, but he was going to enjoy the meal since he will be busy for a while starting tomorrow.

“Mm, ahem. I heard you fell asleep in the study last night.”

“It somehow ended up that way.”

He casually answered his fathers question and continued to focus on the food. The fact that he did not even look at his father probably seemed rude, but it was fine since he was known for being the trash.

Cale finished eating first and stood up. The screeching noise of the chair made everyone focus on him.

“I will head out first.”

It was not proper etiquette, but Cales father Deruth just seemed to like his son no matter what. He looked back and forth at Cale and the empty plates before starting to smile.

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“Thank you.”

Cale needed to quickly leave because he had a lot of things to do today. But Deruth held him back for a second.

“You dont need any allowance today?”

“…I do need some.”

This really was a family with a lot of money. Cale held back his smile after hearing that his father will send him the allowance through Hans and left without even saying thank you. He did make eye contact with his brother, Basen, for a moment, but Cale just ignored it and headed toward the dining room door.

He saw that Ron was following him and shooed him away.

“Ron. Im going out. Dont look for me.”

Dont look for me. That was Cales code for letting Ron know that he was leaving the estate that was located near the rear of the city to go drinking. Whenever he did this, Ron just smiled and told him to have a safe trip.

“Will you not go to the study today?”

But for some reason, Ron asked a rare question today. Cale started to frown.

“Ron, I dont think that is something you need to be curious about.”

“…I understand, young master. I will be waiting for you.”

Cales forehead started to show even more wrinkles after hearing that Ron will be waiting for him.

“Dont wait for me.”

Cale flicked his finger to beckon one of the servants standing at the entrance of the residence over and walked out with him. Cale still seemed angry, so that servant did not say anything as he followed behind Cale.

Once he exited the residence, he could see the garden and the gate of the exit farther away. It was only then that Cale let out a sigh and peeked backwards. He could see Rons stiff expression through the closing door.

‘Im glad I was able to shake him off.

He was glad that Ron did not follow him. However, Cale was afraid of that stiff expression. He was an assassin after all. Cale decided that he will treat Ron better and not make him angry starting the next interaction as he exited the estate. Of course, he was on a carriage.

He arrived at his destination a little bit later.

“Young master. Is this the right place?”

The driver cautiously asked as he opened the door. He then peeked toward the shop in front of him. The drivers face was clearly filled with confusion.

“Yes. This is it.”

Cale, who was wearing clothes that would be fancy to others but was the simplest thing in his closet, walked out of the carriage. Nobody was around them, as they had moved away as soon as they saw the carriage with the counts crest on it.

[The Fragrance of Tea with Poetry]

It was a tea shop that allowed you to read poems while drinking tea. This clean three story building looked to be pretty expensive. It was true that the owner of the shop was very wealthy. In fact, as the bastard son of a concubine of a large merchant guild, he was even wealthier than Cale. The only thing was that he was living here while hiding that identity.

‘If I recall correctly, the owner goes to the capital around volume 3 to meet Choi Han there. It is there that he claims that, he may be a bastard son of a concubine of the merchant guild, but that he will become the owner of the merchant guild.

The man who shouts and swears to Choi Han that he will become the owner of the merchant guild. Cale only read the first five volumes, and thus did not know if the man ever ended up becoming the owner of that merchant guild, but since he was one of the main characters partners, he probably will succeed.

Cale looked toward the driver who was sweating like a hog and gave an order.

“You can leave now.”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you going to make me say the same thing twice?”

“No, that, do I not need to wait for you, young master?”

Cale casually answered as he opened the door to the tea shop.

“Yeah. Ill be here for a while.”

Gulp. He could hear the drivers gulp behind him, but a much clearer and pleasurable noise filled Cales ears. Clang. A quiet but clear bell sound announced Cales entrance into the tea shop.

Cale stood at the entrance and looked around the tea shop. It was still early, and there were not many people there. Cale could see that all of them were shocked to see him there.

Well, the novel did say there was nobody in this region who did not know about Cale. He was public enemy number one for the merchants because he had a tendency to break everything in their shops.

“Welcome.”

However, the owner of this shop warmly welcomed Cale in. Cale looked toward the baby pig-like man who welcomed him in from the counter.

‘He must be the owner.

The wealthy bastard, Billos. His round face and full body definitely looked like a baby pig like the novel described. His charm was his extremely bright smile.

‘He looks like a piggy bank.

Cale took out a gold coin and put it on the counter as he ordered.

“I plan on staying on the third floor all day today.”

Billos stared at Cale with a smile on his face. Cale pretended not to notice as he pointed to the bookshelf.

“Any tea that is not bitter. Do you have novels here too or just poems?”

Clang. The sound of someone putting their teacup down rang through the shop. Cale just thought of it as someone putting the teacup down hard and looked toward Billos. He prefered novels to poems.

“Of course. We have a lot of novels as well, young master Cale.”

“Really? Then send up the most interesting book and a cup of tea.”

“Yes. I understand.”

Cales gold coin fell onto Billoss chubby hands. Cale turned away as Billos tried to give him change.

“Ill drink more tea later so just keep it.”

“…But it is still too much, young master.”

A gold coin was worth 1 million gallon. Having that coin, that was worth 1 million Korean won, Cale did something that he had always wanted to try.

“I have a lot of money. Consider it as your tip.”

Talking about how rich you are. Who cares if Billos actually has more money than he does? He also knew about many fateful encounters that will earn him a lot of money. Cale tried to look cool as he pointed toward the tables on the first floor with his chin.

“Well, if it is too much, you can treat everyone here to a cup of tea on me.”

Golden Bell. He wanted to do something like this once. After he told his father that he needed allowance, he received three gold coins which were worth a total of 3 million gallon.

“Young master, still…”

“Ah, enough. Just bring my tea.”

It really was good to be the trash. Cale did not care about being respectful as he headed up to the third floor. He could hear whispers coming from behind him, but he did not need to care because there were already enough rumors about him, the trash of the Counts family.

“Just like I thought.”

There was nobody else on the third floor right now because it was early in the morning. Cale took a seat in the innermost corner of the third floor. He then looked out the window.

‘This is the right spot.

The spot where you could best see the Northern Gate of Western City. Cale planned to watch Choi Han from this location today.