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

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

to black like your left

dyed black. It looked like the remains of being

when I was poisoned as a

quickly covered his wrist with his sleeve. Cale continued to look at

amputate your hand rather than healing it when you

remembered what Billos

pain as he buys

middle-aged man

is none of your concern,

that your body turns black when you are poisoned by dead

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

mana, including necromancers, suffer intense

poison was it that it is black? I also heard that you

alchemist started

not allow this

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

“15 years ago…”

finding it difficult to

to contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and

It was a decent amount

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

had shown different levels

they had sent the

them because successful children from the slums

looking at the

that shit

Shit.

that praised action,

Plop.

a few pages of

when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the citizens and use

documents that described

they

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

“S, stop-”

was not someone who would stop just like that. He continued to speak

these slums 10

middle-aged man was supposedly not a part of the capital's Alchemists’ Bell

couple other Alchemy Towers

years ago, this man would have been young as

reason Cale focused on this man after listening to Billos's

10 years described in the information given

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

the slums, especially the children, like you and

nicknames used to address this

had come

spend the remainder of your money after you buy

the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and

the man

“Who are you?”

a fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand

“I, I, I-”

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

started to speak

Bell Tower has developed a

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

years ago, as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs

“Ah, ugh.”

man let out a noise that was either

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

the fear

he was drowning in a swamp of

destroy the Alchemists’

priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his

indifferent gaze that showed

you one more

down at the

a bad but good

his skills were so-so, he was someone with a conscience and a sense of

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

it difficult when he re-established the Church

meant that he needed another source of

thought about the

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

the same situation, even if there were only a

draw them

to serve as their

the one Cale was trying to put to

could be heard in Cale's

on those poor children

‘Who knows?’

knowing. They were all pretty much