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-”

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

not looking at the alchemist’s face but his

to black like your left wrist,

dyed black. It looked like the

this. This is from when I was

to look at the left sleeve as he gently started to

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

remembered what Billos had

always complains of pain as he buys

middle-aged man

is none of your concern,

turns black when you are

their body. The

by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout their

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

alchemist started to

could not allow

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 him

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it

from the slums. They taught

years ago. It was a decent

Tower that they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal

orphans and slum children had shown

that they had sent the remaining

them because successful children from the slums had delivered

smiled while looking at the

that shit about 10 years

Shit.

that praised

Plop.

few pages of paper onto

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

on the documents that described this situation as

they could kill without worrying about any

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

“S, stop-”

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

appeared in these

a part of the capital's

other

years ago, this man

focused on this man

years described in the information given to him by

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

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

were many nicknames used to address this

why Cale had

spend the remainder of your money after you buy

children of the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them

the man with the shaking

“Who are you?”

that was acting like a fake alchemist and had

“I, I, I-”

respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions, as

started to

Bell Tower has developed a dead

alchemist’s shaking body stopped shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he

the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people

“Ah, ugh.”

out a noise that was either a cry or a moan

was a beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man felt suffocating fear

the fear

moment, the man who felt like he was drowning

destroy the Alchemists’ Bell

heard the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

up moved his right hand

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

one more

at

a bad but good

skills were so-so, he was someone with a

knew how to regret. He was someone

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

that he needed another source of

Cale had thought about

thought about the mages in hiding who were not a part of the

the same situation,

to draw them out to

to serve as

the one Cale was

could be heard in

alcoholic experiment on those poor

‘Who knows?’

knowing. They were all