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-”

shaking. The alchemist turned his gaze away from the

not looking at the alchemist’s face but his left

seems to black like your

black. It looked

This is from when I was

to look at the

looks like you chose to amputate your hand rather than healing

Billos had told

complains of pain as he

middle-aged man avoided Cale’s

none of your concern,

body turns black when you are poisoned by

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

mana, including

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

alchemist started to

not allow

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

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it

children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores. I think they said

ago. It was a decent

the Empire sent tributes to the Alchemists’ Bell Tower that they had considered to

had shown

they had sent the remaining children to

successful children from the slums had

looking at the pale middle-aged

they stopped doing that shit about 10 years

Shit.

calling that

Plop.

pages

started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family in order

that described

children that they could kill

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

“S, stop-”

like that. He continued to speak

these slums 10 years

a part of the capital's

a couple other Alchemy

was 10 years ago, this man would have

was the reason Cale focused on

man's 10 years and the 10 years described in the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed to

to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he

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

were many nicknames used to address this

why Cale had come looking

the remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol to

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

asked the man

“Who are you?”

acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his

“I, I, I-”

middle-aged man 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

shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he could not believe

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 the

“Ah, ugh.”

a noise that was either a cry or a moan and covered

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

the fear coming

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

plan to destroy the

heard the priest

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

the fear. The man who had curled up

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

will ask you one more time. Who are

down at the

was a bad but

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

regret. He was someone

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

needed another source

thought about the Whipper

part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the Magic

the same situation, even if there were

draw them out to the

someone to serve

was the one Cale was trying

could be heard

those poor

‘Who knows?’

no way of knowing. They were