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

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

liquid seems to black

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

when I

to look at the left sleeve

your hand rather than healing it when you realized how serious

remembered what Billos had

of pain as

man avoided

of

your body turns black when you are poisoned by

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

human affected by dead mana, including necromancers,

how serious of a poison was it that it is black?

alchemist started

allow this to

ruined because of this priest who suddenly showed up. 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

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it difficult

to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the

ago. It was

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

had shown different levels

that they had sent the

successful children from

smiled while looking at the

they stopped doing that shit about 10

Shit.

was calling that praised action,

Plop.

a few pages

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

documents that described this situation as he continued to

they

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

“S, stop-”

was not someone who would stop just like that. He continued to speak to this

these slums 10

a

couple other Alchemy Towers across

years ago, this man would have

on this man after

and the 10 years described in the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed to be

observed the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both

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

used to address this person, as nobody knew

why Cale had come looking

the remainder of your money after

children of the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was

man with

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions, as well as some others, was severely

started to

Tower has developed

his eyes were still shaking as if

sure that it was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were

“Ah, ugh.”

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

out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged

the fear coming

moment, the man who felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear could hear

plan to destroy

heard the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

had curled up

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

ask you one more time.

at the curled-up

was a bad

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

how to regret. He

make it difficult when he

needed another source of

Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom's Civil

a part of the Magic Tower. They

in the same situation, even

them out to

someone to

was the one Cale was trying to

could be heard in Cale's

alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

were all pretty much the same