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-”

his gaze away

not looking at the alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was

to black like

looked like the remains of

when

alchemist quickly covered his wrist with his sleeve. Cale continued to look at

you chose to amputate your hand rather than healing it when you realized how serious

what Billos had

pain as he

man avoided Cale’s

none of your concern,

body turns black

all over their body. The ones who are poisoned by dead mana slowly become dyed black as

human affected by dead mana, including

it that it is black? I also

alchemist started

allow

showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his

“15 years ago…”

finding it difficult to

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

It was a

tributes to the Alchemists’ Bell Tower that they had considered to be terrible

children had shown different levels of

sent the remaining

them because successful children from the

while looking at

they stopped doing that

Shit.

that

Plop.

a few pages of paper

the Empire’s royal

documents that described this situation as he

no longer needed the children that they

man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged man barely managed to get

“S, stop-”

just like that. He

these

a part of

other Alchemy Towers across

it was 10 years ago, this man

reason Cale focused on this

the 10 years described in the information given to him by

who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and

of the slums, especially the children, like

address this

why Cale had come

remainder of your money after you buy your

alchemist. It was because he always gave

asked the man with the shaking

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

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

started to

Bell Tower has developed a dead

moment. However, his eyes were still

15 years ago, as well as the people

“Ah, ugh.”

that was either a cry or a moan and covered

away after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man

the fear coming from

felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear

destroy

the priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

The man who had curled up moved his right

that showed neither happiness, anger,

you one more time.

at

a bad

were so-so, he was someone with a conscience and

He was someone with his own

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

another source

why Cale had thought about the

of the

the same situation, even

draw them out

also needed someone to serve as their

leader figure was the one Cale was trying to put to

voice could be heard in Cale's

on those poor children

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all pretty