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 away from the

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

to black like

black. It looked like the

is from when I was

his wrist with his sleeve. Cale continued to look at the

your hand rather than healing it when you realized how serious the

remembered what Billos had told

always complains of pain as

man avoided

none of

black when you

over their body. The ones who are poisoned

human affected by dead mana, including necromancers,

is black?

alchemist started to

not allow

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

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding

Alchemists’ Bell Tower said that they 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 the

was

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

and slum children had shown

Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers

successful children from the

smiled while looking at the pale

doing that shit

Shit.

that

Plop.

threw a few pages of paper onto the

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

that described this

they could kill without

was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged man

“S, stop-”

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

you appeared in these

supposedly not a part of the capital's Alchemists’ Bell

couple other

10 years ago, this man would have been young as

Cale focused on this man after listening to

years described in the information given

the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and

the people of the slums, especially the children, like you and call you

nicknames used to address this

Cale had

after you buy your alcohol to

this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and

the man

“Who are you?”

was acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his

“I, I, I-”

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

started to speak

Tower has developed

for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he

the children who died 15 years ago, as

“Ah, ugh.”

let out a noise that was either a cry or a

truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man felt suffocating

fear coming

drowning in

plan to destroy

the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

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

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

you one more time. Who are

looked down at the curled-up

a bad but

he was someone with a

knew how to regret. He was someone with his

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

meant that he needed another source

thought about the

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

certain that there would be alchemists in the

to draw them

needed someone to serve as

was the one Cale was

could be heard in

alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all pretty