Trash Of the Counts Family

They Met

He could not think about anything else while food was in front of him. He could not even prevent the admiration that was flowing out of his mouth.

Ha. Its so delicious.

The deputy butler Hans flinched at the words that came out of Cales mouth. Cale was sitting alone at the table, with Hans standing next to him.

Other than breakfast, Count Henituses family tended to take care of the other meals freely. To be honest, it was mainly because they each had their own responsibilities.

Nobody said that it was easy to be a noble.

Especially if you were in administration or politics, you had to follow a strict schedule, dropping everything else if you received an order from someone above you.

Count Deruth had responsibilities as the lord of the region, making it difficult to share other meals together, while Cales younger siblings timed their meals based on their studies. The Countess was busy interacting with the wives of the influential households in the region, as well as other tasks.

Now that I think about it.

Cale put the fork down after suddenly remembering something. Hans started to get nervous, thinking to himself that this was the normal Cale. He was worried because he did not know when that fork may fly toward his face. Cale did not care whether Hans was nervous or not as he got lost in his own thoughts.

There are a lot of experts hiding as artists or craftsmen.

The Roan Kingdom was pretty advanced in construction and the arts, especially sculpting. It was because there was a lot of marble in the Roan Kingdom. Thanks to that, the Henituse region became the fifth best marble mining region, bringing in a lot of money.

Furthermore, a mountain range took up most of Count Henituses region. Even though it was located in the northwest, the mountains were extremely fertile, allowing the residents to grow grapes in between the mountains for wine. Although there was not a large quantity of wine from these fields, it were still treated as one of the best wines in the entire continent.

However, Cales mind was filled more about the, strong individuals, and not these facts. He had even missed lunch as he sat in the study thinking about that all day.

Why are there so many experts on this stupid land? This isnt the murim.

There were so many hermit experts here like in the murim. That was why Cale came to a conclusion.

Do not mess with just anybody.

An average looking chef could be a poison expert, and the person working in the repair shop could be someone who viciously killed people with his wires. This was that type of land.

Sigh.

A deep sigh came out of Cales mouth. He had just completed his plan to prevent himself from dying and living peacefully.

Young master.

Cale, who wanted to let out another sigh, turned his gaze to the source of the cautious voice. It was the deputy butler Hans.

What?

Should I get them to make something else?

Huh?

Hans held back his sigh after seeing Cale frowning and opening his eyes widely. He was thinking that Cale would now flip the table. Hans didnt know why the Count would assign him to take care of Cale, but held back his rising despair as he waited for Cales response.

And Cale did respond.

Why would you remake something this delicious?

Excuse me?