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 turned his gaze away

the priest was not looking at the alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was no hand

liquid seems to black

round left wrist was dyed black. It looked like

is from when I was

Cale continued to look at the left sleeve as

like you chose to amputate your hand rather than healing

what Billos

pain as he buys

man avoided Cale’s

of your

body turns black when you are poisoned

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

including

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

alchemist started

not allow this

let everything be ruined because of this priest who suddenly showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest with blue eyes that were looking at

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it difficult

contribute to the 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 5 and

was a

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

and slum children had shown different levels

had sent the

them because successful children from the

at the

that shit about 10 years

Shit.

that

Plop.

a few pages of

because 10 years ago was when they started to conspire with the

tapped on the documents that described this situation

no longer needed the children that they could

Cale was looking at the man as if he was

“S, stop-”

just like that. He continued to speak to this

these slums 10 years

man was supposedly not a part of the capital's

were a couple other Alchemy

it was 10 years ago, this

on this man

in the information given to him by the Saint. They

observed the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both

the people of the slums, especially the children, like you and call you

many nicknames used to address this person,

why Cale had come looking

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

like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because

the man

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

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

to

Bell Tower has developed a

for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if

as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs for the last

“Ah, ugh.”

let out a noise that was either a cry or

the truth 10 years ago. The

fear

he was drowning in

to destroy the Alchemists’ Bell

the priest

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

sentence roared like thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from

gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was scary. The priest started

will ask you one more time. Who are

at the curled-up

bad

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

He

alone would make it difficult when he re-established the Church of the Sun God

needed another source of power as

why Cale had thought about

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

alchemists in the

to draw them out to the

also needed someone to serve

Cale was trying

could be

this alcoholic experiment on those

‘Who knows?’

of knowing. They were all pretty much the same