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-”

turned his gaze away from the small bottle and looked toward the

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

black

dyed black. It looked like the remains

This is from when I was poisoned

his sleeve. Cale continued to look at the left sleeve as he gently started to

you chose to amputate your hand rather than

remembered what Billos

complains of pain as he buys

middle-aged man avoided Cale’s

none of your

black when you are poisoned

they have black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who are poisoned by dead

by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer

was it that it is black? I also heard

started to

could not allow this

suddenly showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that

“15 years ago…”

was finding it difficult

said that they wanted to contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores. I think they said the age range was between

was a decent

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

slum children had shown

Alchemists’ Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers across the

successful children from

at the

stopped doing that shit

Shit.

calling that praised action,

Plop.

threw a 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 the citizens and use them

that described this situation as he

no longer needed the children that they could kill without worrying about any

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-”

not someone who would stop just like that.

you appeared in these slums 10

a

other Alchemy Towers

ago, this man would

Cale focused on

in the information given to him by

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

people of the slums, especially the

nicknames used to address this

had

that you spend the remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol to buy food for

like this alcoholic alchemist. It was

asked the man with

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

man could not respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions,

to speak

Tower has developed

for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if

died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as

“Ah, ugh.”

that was either a cry or a moan and

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

fear coming

man who felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear

plan to destroy

priest

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

sentence roared like thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and

a scary expression on his face. This indifferent gaze that showed

will ask you one more time. Who

down at the curled-up

was a bad

he was someone with a conscience and

how to regret. He was someone with his own

when he re-established the Church of

he needed another

was why Cale had thought about the Whipper

in hiding who were not a part of the

was certain that there would be alchemists in the same situation,

to draw them out

also needed someone to serve

one Cale

voice could be heard in

alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

were all pretty