Trash of the Count's Family (401-600)

Chapter 412 - Holding Back the Tears (3)

Cale let out a scoff.

'What nonsense is, 'are you going to give me magic stones?' '

He could only laugh at the cheapskate fiery thunderbolt's tone.

'I handed over all of the magic stones bags to Miss Rosalyn.'

In addition to the magic stones, he left all issues related to Becrock with Rosalyn and Sir Rex.

– ...How disappointing.

Cale couldn't believe this cheapskate who was timidly mumbling.

'Do you know how much money you've eaten already?'

He had given this cheapskate close to 10 billion counds last time.

– ...I have nothing to say but I am still disappointed.

Cale just shook his head side to side.
Anyway, he needed to use the Fire of Destruction. He had no idea of knowing when Mary would arrive.
It was at that moment.

Saint Jack had gotten off Beacrox's back and approached Cale.

"Young master-nim, it was so chaotic that I could only give this to you now."

'Hmm?'

Cale flinched.
He could see the spatial pocket bag Saint Jack was handing over.

"Ah, I received one from the capital as well."

Beacrox also took a spatial pocket bag out and handed it over.

"Take it."

Hannah threw something to him as well. It was also a spatial pocket bag.

They were all spatial pocket bags filled with magic stones.
Two of them were stolen from the remaining two Alchemists' Towers while the third was one Beacrox had received from the capital just in case it was needed.

– Human! Are those all magic stones? We are magic stones rich!

He could hear the whisper of the cheapskate behind Raon's excited voice.

– ...Heh, looks like you are rich?

'Damn it.'

Cale started to frown. He had an odd feeling he was going to be robbed.

"Are you done greeting each other?"

Cale raised his head while still frowning because of the cheapskate. The top of the Northern Alchemists' Tower.
The Lion King sitting there leisurely continued to speak.

He was looking at Cale and the others with interest.

"I've heard the stories, but it is different seeing the real thing in person."

Hannah who had been watching this with a stoic expression started to speak.

"Something is weird. He looks so weak."

The Lion King.
The middle-aged looked feeble. His hair that shot out like a lion's mane looked wild, but his scarred body that didn't seem to have any muscles made him look weak.
However, Hannah could not stop frowning.

"But w, why does he feel strong?"

The feeble middle-aged man seemed very strong.
She could not tell how strong he was.

A sword master like her could not determine the level of the enemy's strength.
She heard someone's voice at that moment.

"It's because he is the Lion King."

She turned her head toward Cale.

The Lion tribe.
They were a tribe known for being one of the five strongest Beast people tribes.
He was the King of that Lion tribe.