Trash Of The Count's Family BL | Part 1

🍃17 - Heading Out (4)

"Young master, this is the best room we have."

"Seems acceptable."

The old man led Cale's group to his inn. The exterior of the inn looked as rustic as the village, but it had everything you would need, probably because the merchants visiting the Henituse territory stayed at this inn on their travels.

"This is the first time we have had a noble staying with us. Please look favorably upon us, even if it is lacking quite a bit, and just consider it as a place where lesser beings live."

Cale stared at the old man. He seemed more comfortable than when talking to Venion Stan, but he still seemed scared at the fact that a noble would be staying at his inn.

It was fine for him to have a little bit of anxiety, but too much was uncomfortable for Cale as well.

'It's no good like this.'

Cale patted the old man's shoulder and tried to calm him down.

"Old man. Relax. I don't like people who put themselves down like that. This is the place that people who come and go from our territory stay to rest. There is no way such a place will be lacking."

The old man's pupils started to shake. He wet his upper lip with his tongue, before finally starting to speak after a bit of hesitation.

"Young master, are there a lot of good people like you in the Henituse territory?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Excuse me?"

"I am the biggest trash in our territory. Almost anybody you find will have a better personality than me."

"Ah."

The old man let out a gasp. On and Hong, who had taken control of the couch in the room, were meowing and shaking their heads, but nobody seemed to notice.

"You can go do what you have to do."

The old man bowed deeply at Cale's dismissal and left the room. Cale found it annoying that the old man still seemed to be stiff, but decided not to care.

Knock knock knock.

Someone else was knocking on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and deputy butler Hans brought a small box inside.

"Young master, you asked only for this box, right?"

"Yes. Hand it over."

Deputy butler Hans showed curiosity as he handed the box to Cale. It was the only luggage Cale personally brought with him. He would just assume there was alcohol or snacks inside if it was a normal box, but this box was not normal.

It was the highest quality magic box with a magic lock on it. The seal on the magic box was the logo of the Flynn Merchant Guild, one of the three large merchant guilds, and one that had a

close relationship with the Henituse family.

Cale casually commented while looking at Hans.