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-”

his gaze away from the small

face but his left wrist. There was no

liquid seems to black

looked like the remains of

this. This is from when I was poisoned as

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

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

Billos

complains of pain as he buys

man avoided Cale’s

is none of your concern,

that your body turns black

dead mana look like they have black spiderwebs all over their body.

mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain

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

alchemist started to

not allow this

The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest

“15 years ago…”

was finding it difficult

from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores.

ago. It was a decent amount

had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple of the Tower Head, is a child from the

children had shown different

the Alchemists’ Bell Tower announced that they had sent

successful children from the slums had delivered the

while looking at the pale

stopped doing that shit about 10 years

Shit.

was calling that

Plop.

threw a few pages

was when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family in order

the documents that described this situation as he continued

the children that they could

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

“S, stop-”

Cale was not someone who would stop just like that.

appeared in these slums 10 years

a part of the capital's Alchemists’

were a couple other Alchemy Towers

was 10 years ago, this man would

on this man after listening to

10 years described in the information

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

the children, like you

many nicknames used to address this person, as nobody

had come

that you spend the remainder of your money after you

like this alcoholic alchemist. It was

asked the man with the

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

fear. The man who

started to speak

Tower has developed a

However, his eyes were

as

“Ah, ugh.”

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

truth 10 years ago.

fear

who felt like he was drowning in

destroy

the priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

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

expression on his face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger,

ask you one

looked down at the curled-up

bad but good

skills were so-so, he was someone with a conscience

regret. He was

difficult when he re-established the Church of

needed another source of power as

Cale had thought about

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

be alchemists in the same

to draw them out to

someone to serve

the one Cale was trying to put

could be heard in

this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all pretty