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

at the alchemist’s face

seems to black like your left

black. It looked like the remains of

This is from when I was

his sleeve. Cale continued to look at the left sleeve as he gently started to

than healing it when

remembered what Billos had

of pain as he buys

man

of

body turns black

black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones

affected by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer

that it is black? I also heard

started

not allow this

let everything be ruined because of this priest who suddenly showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding

years ago, the Alchemists’ Bell 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

years ago. It was a

the Empire sent tributes to the Alchemists’ Bell Tower that they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple

orphans and slum children had shown different levels

they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers

them because successful children from the slums had delivered

smiled while looking at

doing that

Shit.

was calling that praised action,

Plop.

pages of paper onto the

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

on the documents that described this situation as he continued to

they could kill without worrying about

Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged

“S, stop-”

not someone who would stop just like that. He continued

you appeared in these slums 10 years

man was supposedly not a part of

other Alchemy

this

was the reason Cale focused on this

the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed to be

the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he continued to

especially the

were many nicknames used to address

Cale had come looking for

your money after you buy your alcohol to buy food

slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and healed their

man with

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

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

started to

developed a

body stopped shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he could not believe

was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well

“Ah, ugh.”

middle-aged man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan and covered

truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man felt suffocating

fear coming from

felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear

plan to destroy

the priest

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand

showed neither happiness, anger, nor support

will ask you one more time.

at

a bad but

his skills were so-so, he was someone with a conscience and a sense of

someone who knew how to regret. He was someone with his

church alone would make it difficult when he re-established the Church of the

meant that he needed another source of

why Cale had thought about the

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

be alchemists in the same situation, even if

draw them out to the

someone to serve as

the one Cale was trying

be heard

those poor children 15 years ago as

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all pretty much