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

the priest was not looking at the alchemist’s face but his

liquid seems to black

left wrist was dyed black. It looked like the

when

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

you chose to amputate your hand rather than healing it when you

what Billos had told

always complains of pain as he buys

man

of your

your body turns black when you are poisoned by

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

mana, including

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

alchemist started

not allow this

gaze and turned his head back. At

“15 years ago…”

finding

took in some orphans and children from

ago. It was a decent amount of

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

children had shown

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

children from the slums had

smiled while looking at the pale middle-aged

that shit about 10

Shit.

was calling that

Plop.

a few pages of paper onto

conspire with the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the citizens and use them for

described this situation

children that they could

was no longer speaking formally. Although they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale

“S, stop-”

was not someone who would stop just like that.

appeared in these slums 10

was supposedly not a

a couple other Alchemy Towers across the

ago, this man would have

was the reason Cale focused on this man after listening to

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

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

hear that the people of the slums, especially the children, like you and call you ahjussi or even

used to address this person, as nobody knew

Cale had come

the remainder of your money after

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

man with the shaking

“Who are you?”

this person that was acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his

“I, I, I-”

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

to speak

developed a dead

However, his eyes were still shaking

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

“Ah, ugh.”

out a noise that was either a

had run away after finding out the truth 10 years

fear coming from

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

to destroy

priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right

showed neither happiness, anger, nor support

ask you one more time. Who are

at the

bad but

he was someone with a conscience and a sense of guilt and

knew how to regret. He was someone with his

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

meant that he needed another source of power as

had thought about

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

certain that there would be alchemists in the same situation, even if there were only a

to draw them

to serve as their

one Cale was trying to put to

be heard in

did this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years ago

‘Who knows?’

of knowing. They were all