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-”

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

alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was

seems to black like

round left wrist was dyed black. It looked like the

This is from when I was

his wrist with his sleeve. Cale continued to look

chose to amputate your hand rather than

Billos

of pain as he

man avoided Cale’s

is none of

turns black when you are poisoned by

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

dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout

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

started to

could 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, the priest with blue eyes that were

“15 years ago…”

finding it difficult

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 think they said

It was

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

slum children had shown different levels of

Alchemists’ Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children

had believed them because successful children from the

while looking at the pale

that shit about

Shit.

calling that praised action,

Plop.

pages of paper onto the

ago was when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family

the documents that described this situation as

that they could kill

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

“S, stop-”

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

in these slums

man was supposedly not a

were a couple other Alchemy

this man would

the reason Cale focused on this

years described in the information given to him by

feeling both

the children, like you

were many nicknames used to address this person, as nobody

Cale had

money after

like this alcoholic alchemist. It was

the man with

“Who are you?”

acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand because it was poisoned by dead

“I, I, I-”

man could not respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who

to

Bell Tower has developed a

a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as

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

“Ah, ugh.”

was either a cry or a moan

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

fear

was drowning in a swamp of fear

destroy the Alchemists’ Bell

heard the priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

up

that showed neither happiness, anger,

one more time.

looked down at the

a bad

he was someone with a conscience and a sense of

who knew how to regret. He

had determined that a church alone would make it difficult when he re-established

meant that he needed another source

had thought about

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

alchemists in the same situation, even if there

needed to draw them

someone to serve as

the one Cale was

voice could be

this alcoholic experiment on those poor children

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all pretty much the same to