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-”

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

the alchemist’s face but his

to black like your

left wrist was dyed black. It looked like the

when I was poisoned as a

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

than

Billos had

complains of pain

middle-aged man

of your

that your body turns black when you are poisoned by

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

dead mana, including

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

started

not allow this

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

“15 years ago…”

finding it difficult

ago, the Alchemists’ Bell Tower said that they wanted to contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the

was a decent amount of

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

had shown

Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy

had believed them because successful children from the slums had delivered

while looking at the pale

they stopped doing that shit about 10 years

Shit.

that praised action,

Plop.

a few pages of paper

they started to conspire with the

on the documents that described this situation

the children that they could kill without

speaking formally. Although they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The

“S, stop-”

someone who would stop just like

you appeared in these slums 10

a part of the

a couple other Alchemy

it was 10 years ago, this man

reason Cale focused on this

in the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed

to be feeling both sorrow and

hear that the people of the slums, especially the children, like you and

nicknames used to address this person, as nobody

was why Cale had come looking for

of your money after you

was because he always gave them food and healed their

the man

“Who are you?”

fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand because

“I, I, I-”

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

to speak

developed a dead mana

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

was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people

“Ah, ugh.”

a noise that was either a cry or a moan and

a beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10 years

the fear coming from

felt like he was drowning

to destroy the Alchemists’

the priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

had curled up moved his right

gaze that showed neither happiness, anger,

ask you one

looked down at the curled-up

was a bad but good

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

who knew how to regret. He was someone with his own sense

make it difficult when he re-established

meant that he needed another source of power

why Cale had thought

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

would be alchemists in the same situation, even if

needed to draw them out

needed someone to serve as their

one Cale

voice could be

did this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

were all pretty much the same to