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

not looking at the alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was

seems to black like

wrist was dyed black. It looked

This is from when I was poisoned as

to look at the left sleeve as he gently started

chose to amputate your hand rather than healing it when you realized how serious

what Billos had

always complains of pain as he

man avoided

of your concern,

black when you

over their body. The ones who are

dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout their

that it is black? I also

alchemist started

could not allow this

could not 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

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it difficult to

and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores.

ago. It was

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

children had shown different levels

Alchemists’ Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers across

successful children from the slums had

looking at the pale

they stopped doing that

Shit.

that

Plop.

few pages of

when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the citizens and

described this situation as he continued

children that they could kill without worrying

speaking formally. Although they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged man barely managed to get a few

“S, stop-”

Cale was not someone who would stop just like that.

appeared in these slums 10

man was supposedly not a part of the capital's

other Alchemy Towers

years ago, this man would have

was the reason Cale focused on this man

10 years and the 10 years described in the information given

seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he continued to

the children,

nicknames used to address

was why Cale had come looking

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

alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and healed their

the man with the

“Who are you?”

a fake alchemist and had

“I, I, I-”

and fear. The man who was full of those emotions, as well as

started to speak

developed a

alchemist’s shaking body stopped shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were

the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people

“Ah, ugh.”

middle-aged man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan and covered his

run away after finding out the truth

the fear coming

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

destroy the Alchemists’

heard the priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

who had curled up moved his right hand away from his

priest had a scary expression on his face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was scary. The priest started to

you one more time. Who

down at the curled-up

was a bad but

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

how to regret. He was someone with his own sense

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

meant that he needed another source

had thought

mages in hiding who were not a part of the Magic

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

them

also needed someone to serve

figure was the one Cale was trying

be heard in

did this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years ago

‘Who knows?’

were all pretty