Trash of the Count's Family

Chapter 155: Rolling in By the Vine (2)

Cale looked toward the stiff alchemist and started to speak.

“May I come in?”

The alchemist opened and closed his mouth a few times before verifying that nobody else was around and then moving to the side.

“Come, haaaa, come in for now.”

Cale immediately walked in. He was walking with a relaxed pace, as if he was going into his own living room.

He then walked over to a chair with a broken back and sat down.

He could see alchemy tools that have not been sanitized properly as he looked around.

Alchemy in this world was similar to alchemy on Earth.

It was used to make gold. However, the methods of doing so were different.

The alchemists of the Western continent sought to use natural elements to create gold. Specifically, they tried to use water, wind, earth, wood, and fire. These five natural elements were the main elements used to attempt to create gold.

These five elements were intertwined with mana as well.

Clack!

Cale looked toward the table with broken corners in front of him. There was a round bowl sitting there.

“There is only cold water in the house. I do not know what kind of priest-nim you are, but please drink this cold water and then get on your way!”

The alchemist filled the bowl with cold water and pushed it toward Cale. Cale did not even look at the bowl.

His gaze was focused on the alcohol bottles in the room amongst the alchemy tools.

“What are you looking at? Aigoo, just what?!”

The middle-aged alchemist saw that Cale's gaze was on the alcohol bottles and kicked them to one side.

“Ah, damn.”

Clang, clang, clang!

The alcohol bottles made loud noises as they ran into the alchemy tools. The mess made the middle-aged man start to frown. He heard the priest's voice at that time.

“Alcoholic fake alchemist. Makes poison and small bombs for underworld organizations to use when they fight against each other.”

Alchemists were unable to make bombs that were as strong as magic bombs, however, they were able to borrow the power of nature in order to create small bombs.

However, compared to magic bombs that had a 100 percent rate of success, their success rate depended on whether the power of nature could release mana or not.

That was why it could be said that the timed magic bomb they found in Maple Castle was amazing.

The tired and drunk man's gaze turned toward the priest.

The two of them made eye contact.

“I heard that you would make anything as long as you got paid. Am I wrong?”

Cale did not know the man's name yet. There were only a few things he knew about him.

This man was someone who had not appeared in the first five volumes of, ‘The Birth of a Hero,’ and Billos had only brought a small amount of information about him.

‘He is said to have been acting in this fake alchemist role for approximately 10 years. The underworld organizations think he is fake because his poisons and small bombs are only made properly half the time.’

A fake alchemist with a 50 percent chance of success. That made Cale let out a snort.

‘It means that he knows how to make 50 percent of the real thing.’

That was enough.

What Cale wanted was someone with basic alchemy skills and something else. This middle-aged man had that something else.

Fake alchemist.

It was said that nobody knew his name.

However, he had many nicknames.

“So, are you saying that you want to pay me to do a job? A priest wants to hire me?”

“That is the case.”

“…Ho!”

The alchemist picked up a bottle of alcohol on the floor. He opened the bottle and started to chug. He then wiped the alcohol off the side of his lips with the back of his hand as he started to speak.

“I’ve never seen such a crazy priest!”

Rustle.

The middle-aged man turned his gaze to the priest who seemed to be responding to his statement. He then flinched as his body started to shake.

Tap.

Cale put a small bottle on top of the table. It was full of a black liquid.

“T, that-”

shaking. The alchemist turned his gaze away from the small bottle and looked

face but his

liquid seems to black like your

was dyed black. It looked like the remains of

is from when I was poisoned as a

Cale continued to look at the

chose to amputate your hand rather than healing it when you

what Billos had told

pain as he

middle-aged man

none of your

I heard that your body turns black when you

dead mana look like they have black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who are poisoned by dead mana slowly become dyed black as

human affected by dead mana, including

that it is black? I also heard

started to

allow this

gaze and turned his head back.

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it difficult

Tower said that they wanted to contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores. I think they said the age range was between 5

It was a

that they had considered to

and slum children had shown different levels

Tower announced that they had sent

them because successful children from the slums had

at the

they stopped doing that shit

Shit.

that praised

Plop.

few pages of paper onto

because 10 years ago was when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal

described this situation as he

children that they could kill without

sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at

“S, stop-”

stop just like that. He continued to speak to this

appeared in these slums 10 years

supposedly not a part of the capital's Alchemists’

were a couple other

ago, this man would

the reason Cale focused on this man after listening

described in the information given to him by

seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear

of the slums, especially the

to address this person, as

Cale had come looking for

remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol to

the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them food

man

“Who are you?”

person that was acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand because it was

“I, I, I-”

Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of

started to speak

Tower has developed

shaking body stopped shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he could

that it was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs for the last 10

“Ah, ugh.”

a noise that was either a cry

was a beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man felt suffocating fear

fear

he was drowning in a swamp of fear could

to destroy the Alchemists’ Bell

heard the priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and looked toward

face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor

ask you one more

looked down at the curled-up

was a bad but

was someone with a conscience and a sense of guilt

He was someone with his

determined that a church alone would make it difficult when he re-established the Church of the Sun God

needed another source of

Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom's

thought about the mages in hiding who were not a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the Magic Tower

would be alchemists in the same situation, even if there

draw them out to

also needed someone to serve

the one Cale was trying to put to

be heard in

did this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

way of knowing. They were all pretty much