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-”

see the alchemist's hands shaking. The alchemist turned his gaze away

alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was

seems to black like

dyed black. It looked like the

this. This is from when I was

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

always complains of pain

middle-aged man avoided Cale’s

is none of

turns black when you

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

dead mana, including necromancers,

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

alchemist started to

could not allow

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

“15 years ago…”

was finding it difficult

Tower said that they wanted to contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores. I

It was a decent

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

children had shown

that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers across the

because successful children from the slums had delivered the

looking at the pale middle-aged

that shit

Shit.

was calling that praised action,

Plop.

threw a few pages of paper onto

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

that described this situation as he continued to

that they could

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

“S, stop-”

stop just like that. He continued to

appeared in these

man was supposedly not a part of the

were a couple other Alchemy Towers across the

it was 10 years ago, this man

on this

and the 10 years described in the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed to be

alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as

of the slums, especially the children,

nicknames used to address this

Cale had

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

It was because he always gave them food and healed

man with the

“Who are you?”

and had amputated his own hand because it was

“I, I, I-”

middle-aged man could not respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions, as well as some

to speak

developed a dead mana

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

the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs for the

“Ah, ugh.”

a noise that was either a cry or a moan and covered his

truth 10 years ago. The

was the fear coming from

like he was drowning in a swamp of fear could hear the priest’s

to destroy

heard the priest

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

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

that showed neither happiness,

one more

down at the

bad but

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

to regret. He was someone

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

another source of power

Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom's Civil

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

there would be alchemists in the same situation, even

needed to draw them

needed someone to

the one Cale was

be heard in Cale's

this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

way of knowing. They were all pretty much