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

face but his left wrist. There was

to black like

was dyed black. It looked like the

This is from when I was poisoned as

continued to look at the left sleeve

to amputate your hand rather than healing it

Billos

pain as he buys

middle-aged man avoided Cale’s

is none of

that your body turns black when you are poisoned by

like they have black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who

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

serious of a poison was it that it is black? I also heard that you suffer from pain every

started

not allow this

priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest with blue

“15 years ago…”

was finding it difficult

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 5 and

years ago. It was

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

slum children had

they had sent the remaining children to the

because successful children from

at

they stopped doing that shit

Shit.

was calling that

Plop.

few pages

the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap

described this situation as he continued to

no longer needed the children that they

both 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-”

stop just like that.

appeared in these

supposedly not a part

couple other Alchemy Towers across

it was 10 years ago, this man would have been young

focused on this

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

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

especially the children, like you

used to address this person, as nobody knew his

had come looking for

you spend the remainder of your money after

was

asked the man

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

not respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions, as well as some others, was

started to

developed a dead

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

as well

“Ah, ugh.”

middle-aged man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan and covered his

was a beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now

the fear coming

like he was drowning

to destroy the Alchemists’ Bell

priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right

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

will ask you one more

at

bad

with a conscience and a

who knew how to regret. He was someone with

make it difficult when he re-established the Church of

meant that he needed another source of power

thought

a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the

alchemists in the same situation, even if there were only

them out to

needed someone to serve as their

figure was the one Cale was trying to

be

did this alcoholic experiment on those poor children

‘Who knows?’

way of knowing. They were all