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's hands shaking. The alchemist turned his gaze

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

liquid seems to black like your

round left wrist was dyed black. It looked like

when I was

continued to

looks like you chose to amputate your hand rather than healing it when you realized how serious the poison

remembered what Billos had told

complains of pain as

middle-aged man avoided Cale’s

is none of your

heard that your body turns black when you are poisoned by dead

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

affected by dead mana, including necromancers,

is black? I also heard

started

not allow this

because of this priest who suddenly showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his

“15 years ago…”

was finding

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

was a decent amount of

they had considered to

children had shown different

sent the remaining

because successful children from the slums

smiled while looking at

doing that shit about 10 years

Shit.

calling that praised action,

Plop.

threw a few pages

years ago was when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the

documents that described

the children that they

as if he was looking down at him. The pale

“S, stop-”

would stop just like that. He

you appeared in these slums 10 years

man was supposedly not a part of the capital's

a couple other Alchemy Towers across

ago, this man would have

focused on this man after listening to

10 years described in the information

observed the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear

that the people of the slums, especially the children, like

many nicknames used to address this person, as

was why Cale had come

money after you buy your alcohol to buy

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

asked the man with the

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

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

started to

developed a dead mana

for a moment. However, his eyes were

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

“Ah, ugh.”

man let out a noise that was either

had run away after finding out the truth

was the fear coming from

the man who felt like he was drowning in a swamp

plan to destroy

priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

had curled up

that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was

will ask you one

down at the

bad but good

someone with a conscience and a sense

regret. He was

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

needed another source of power

why Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom's Civil

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

that there would be alchemists in the same situation,

them out to

someone to serve as their

one Cale was trying to

could be heard in Cale's

experiment on those poor children 15 years ago as

‘Who knows?’

They were