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-”

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

the alchemist’s face

to black like

left wrist was dyed black. It looked like the remains of being charred

when

sleeve. Cale continued to

than

Billos

complains of pain as he

middle-aged man

none of your concern,

body turns black when you are poisoned by dead

they have black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who are poisoned by dead mana slowly

affected by dead mana, including necromancers,

was it that it is black? I

alchemist started

not allow this

The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest with blue eyes that were looking at him

“15 years ago…”

finding it difficult

the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do

years ago. It was a decent

tributes to the Alchemists’ Bell Tower that they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple of the Tower Head, is a child

and slum children had shown

Tower announced that they had sent

because successful children from the slums had delivered the

looking at

stopped doing that shit

Shit.

that praised action,

Plop.

pages

with the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the

the documents that described this situation as he continued to

they could kill

was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale

“S, stop-”

who would stop just like that. He continued to speak to this

appeared in these slums 10

middle-aged man was supposedly not a part of

a couple other Alchemy Towers across the

it was 10 years ago, this man

reason Cale focused on this man after listening

years described in the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed to

observed the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear

especially the children, like you and call you ahjussi

nicknames used to address

had come looking

the remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol to buy food for the

was

man with the

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

man who was full of those emotions, as well as some

started to speak

Bell Tower has developed

moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he could

who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as

“Ah, ugh.”

man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan and

a beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10

fear

drowning in a swamp of fear could hear the

destroy

heard the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and looked

his face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was scary. The priest started

will ask you one more time. Who are

looked down at

bad

he was someone with a conscience and a sense of guilt and

who knew how to regret. He

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

another source of power

was why Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom's Civil

not a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the

there would be alchemists in the same situation, even if there were only

needed to draw them out to the

also needed someone to serve as their

leader figure was the one Cale was trying to put

voice could be heard in

this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all pretty much