Cale closed his mouth after hearing this inconsistent combination.

Someone else chimed in at this moment.

�Are you saying that the White Star is aiming for you, Mercenary King-nim?�

It was Ron. The Mercenary King slowly nodded his head to verify.

�That is the case.�

��May I ask why?�

Ron could see the corners of the Mercenary King�s lips quickly moving up.

�Of course. You were the last patriarch of the Molan household after all.�

Cale�s eyes headed back toward Mercenary King Bud Illis.

Ron Molan.

One of the past leaders of the five assassin households in the Eastern continent�s underworld. He had escaped to the Western continent with his son after Arm killed the rest of his family.

� Human! The Mercenary King does not seem like a total idiot! He is smart! He makes me think of the crazy Clopeh!

Cale did not disagree with Raon.

How did he know about Ron?

Why did he come to this inn when he knew about Ron?

The answer to those questions came not from Bud Illis but from Ron.

�You must have seen the directory.�

Directory.

That word made one of Cale�s eyebrows twitch. Ron then turned over toward Cale to explain.

�The scary thing about the Mercenaries Guild is the fact that there are mercenaries no matter where you go on the Eastern continent.�

Even small cities were bound to have at least one mercenary. Incidents will always happen where people gather, and mercenaries were usually the ones to resolve these incidents.

Cale started to speak.

�Their information network must be amazing.�

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