�That was where they kept the Directory.�

That was why the Mercenaries Guild people had been rushing and that was why they were all extremely shocked right now.

Atures Poeff�s gaze started to move.

�Ron Molan.�

The squad member who also turned his gaze started to shake.

�When?�

A portion of the Second Battle Brigade that had come with Atures had stepped back to this location to dodge the crumbling ground.

There was an average looking house located here.

And on top of that house�s roof�

A man with white hair was looking down at the Arm members from this house that was not very far away from them.

�Patriarch-nim, you are still just as stealthy.�

Squad Leader Atures started to speak to the man who was in his sixties in a friendly manner. However, his demeanor changed as the old man stared at him without saying anything.

�Your stealthiness must have been what let you escape back then. Just like a damn rat.�

Fifteen years ago.

That was when the majority of the Molan household was killed.

They were only unable to find the bodies of Ron Molan, the patriarch, and his son, Beacrox Molan.

�You ran away so well that we couldn�t find you.�

Atures started to sneer.

�I thought you were scared and hiding. What wind brought you here? Are you tired of living?�

Tap.

Someone jumped across some roofs and landed behind Ron. Atures looked at him and continued to speak.

�Your son still seems to have a long life in front of him. Long time no see. I went to visit your place a few times when you were young. Do you remember this uncle?�

Atures smiled brightly with his teeth showing.

He heard a benign voice at that moment. JrNovels.com