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-”

could see the alchemist's hands shaking. The alchemist turned his gaze away from the small bottle and looked toward

alchemist’s face but his left wrist.

to black

dyed black. It looked like the remains of being charred by

is from when I was poisoned as a

sleeve. Cale continued to

you chose to amputate your hand rather than

Billos

always complains of pain as

middle-aged man

is none of your concern,

that your body turns black when you are poisoned by dead

who use dead mana look like they have black spiderwebs all over their body. The

human affected by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain

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

alchemist started to

not allow

avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest with blue eyes that

“15 years ago…”

finding

and took in some orphans and children from the

ago. It was a decent amount

they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal

had shown different levels

that they had sent the remaining

children from the slums

smiled while looking at the

stopped doing that shit about 10 years

Shit.

that praised action,

Plop.

a few pages of

with the Empire’s

the documents that described this situation

they

looking at the man as if he was looking down at

“S, stop-”

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

in these slums 10

was supposedly not a

couple other

this man would

reason Cale focused on this man

years described in the information given to him by the

seemed to be feeling both sorrow and

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

address

had come looking for

after you buy

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

man with the shaking

“Who are you?”

a fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand because it

“I, I, I-”

who was full of those emotions, as

started to speak

has developed

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

sure that it was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs for

“Ah, ugh.”

was either a cry or a moan and covered

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

the fear

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

destroy the

priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face

showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was scary. The priest

you one more

looked down at

a bad

were so-so, he was someone with

someone who knew how to regret. He was someone with his own

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

he needed another source of

Cale had thought

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

be alchemists in the same

to draw them out

also needed someone to serve as their

one Cale was trying

be heard in

experiment on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

knowing. They were all pretty much the