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-”

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

looking at the alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was no

black like your left wrist,

looked like

from when

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

chose to amputate your hand rather than

Billos had

pain as he buys

middle-aged man avoided Cale’s

is none of

I heard that your body turns black when you are

their body. The ones who are poisoned

dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout their

poison was it that it is black? I

started

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

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it difficult to

orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores. I think they said

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 of

slum children had shown

Tower announced that they had sent

successful children from the

while looking at

doing that shit about 10

Shit.

calling that

Plop.

threw a few pages of paper

with the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the citizens and use

on the documents that described this situation as he

the children that they could kill without worrying about

was looking at the man as if he was looking down at

“S, stop-”

stop just like that. He continued to

in these slums 10

was supposedly not a part of the capital's Alchemists’ Bell

other Alchemy Towers across

this man would

the reason Cale focused on this

10 years described in the information given to him by the Saint.

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

the slums, especially the children, like you and

used to address this person, as nobody knew his

was why Cale had

your money after you buy your alcohol

alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and

asked the man with

“Who are you?”

and had amputated his own hand because it

“I, I, I-”

who was full

to speak

Tower has developed a dead mana

shaking for a moment. However, his eyes

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

“Ah, ugh.”

a noise that was either a cry or

out the truth

fear coming from

moment, the man who felt like he was drowning in

destroy the Alchemists’ Bell

heard the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

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

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

you one more

down at the curled-up

bad but

skills were so-so, he was someone with

who knew how to regret. He was someone with his

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

another

why Cale had thought about the Whipper

the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the Magic Tower

alchemists in the same situation, even if there were only

draw them out to the

also needed someone to

Cale was trying to put

could be heard in

those poor children

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all pretty