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-”

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

at the alchemist’s face but his

liquid seems to black like your left wrist,

dyed black. It looked like the remains

when I was poisoned as

alchemist quickly covered his wrist with his sleeve. Cale continued to look at the left sleeve as he gently

to amputate your hand rather than healing it when

Billos

of pain as

man

of

I heard that your body turns black when you are poisoned by dead

black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who are poisoned by dead mana slowly become dyed

including necromancers,

serious of a poison was it that it is black?

alchemist started to

not allow this

ruined because of this priest who suddenly showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned

“15 years ago…”

was finding

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

ago. It was a decent amount

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

orphans and slum children had shown different levels

Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to the

children from the slums had delivered

while looking at

that shit

Shit.

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 citizens

that described this situation

no longer needed the children that they could

Although they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if

“S, stop-”

who would stop just like that. He continued to

these

not a part of

couple other Alchemy Towers across the

was 10 years ago, this man would have been

on this man after

10 years described in the information

to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he

of the slums, especially the children,

to address this person,

was why Cale had come looking

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

alchemist. It was because he always gave

the man with

“Who are you?”

alchemist and had amputated his own hand

“I, I, I-”

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

to speak

Tower has developed a dead mana

for a moment. However, his eyes were

was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs

“Ah, ugh.”

that was either a

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

was the fear

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

destroy the Alchemists’ Bell

heard the priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

like thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up

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

you one more time. Who are

down at

a bad but

he was someone with a conscience

to regret. He was someone

make it difficult when

another source of power

Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom's

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

that there would be alchemists in the same situation, even if there were only

needed to draw them

to serve

one Cale was trying to put to

be

experiment on those poor children 15

‘Who knows?’

knowing. They were all