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 turned his gaze away

looking at the alchemist’s face but

liquid seems to black like your left

black. It looked like the remains of

This is from when I was poisoned

to look at

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

remembered what Billos had

always complains of pain as he

middle-aged man avoided Cale’s

none of

turns black when you are poisoned

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

mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout their

is black? I also heard

started to

not allow this

priest’s gaze and turned his head back.

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it difficult

from the slums. They taught them and made them do

years ago. It was a

they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple of the

and slum children had shown

Bell Tower announced that they had sent

had believed them because successful children from the slums had delivered the

smiled while looking at the

stopped doing that shit

Shit.

that

Plop.

pages of

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

described

longer needed the children that they could kill without worrying about

longer speaking formally. Although they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged man barely managed to

“S, stop-”

was not someone who would stop just like that.

in these

was supposedly not a

a couple other Alchemy

ago, this man

was the reason Cale focused on this man after listening to Billos's

in the information given to him by the Saint.

the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear

that the people of the slums, especially the children, like

address this person,

Cale had come looking for

the remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol to

the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because

the man

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who

to

developed a dead

stopped shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were

died 15 years ago, as well as

“Ah, ugh.”

that was either a cry or a

after finding out the truth 10 years

fear coming

like he was drowning in a swamp of fear

plan to destroy the

heard the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

up moved his right hand away from his face

priest had a scary expression on his face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support

will ask you one more time. Who

looked down at

bad but good

with a conscience and a sense

someone who knew how to regret. He

a church alone would make it difficult when he

meant that he needed another source of

Cale had thought about the Whipper

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

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

to draw them

also needed someone to

Cale was trying to put

be heard in

this alcoholic experiment on those

‘Who knows?’

were all