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-”

The alchemist turned his gaze away from the small bottle and looked

the alchemist’s face

seems to black

wrist was dyed black. It looked like the remains of

this. This is from when

covered his wrist with his sleeve. Cale continued to look at the left sleeve as he gently started

than healing

remembered what Billos had

pain as he

middle-aged man

none of your

your body turns black when you are poisoned by dead

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

human affected by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense

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

alchemist started

not allow

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

“15 years ago…”

was finding it

the 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 age range was

was

considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple of the Tower Head, is

had shown different levels

they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers across

believed them because successful children from the

while looking at the

stopped doing that shit about 10 years

Shit.

calling that praised

Plop.

threw a few pages of paper onto the

was when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal

the documents that described this situation as he continued

no longer needed the children that they could kill without

Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking

“S, stop-”

stop just like that. He continued to

appeared in these slums

not a part of the

were a couple other Alchemy Towers

years ago, this man would

reason Cale focused on

information given to him by the Saint. They seemed

feeling both sorrow

the children, like you and call you

to address this person, as nobody

Cale had come

money after you buy your alcohol to buy food for

the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because

asked the man with

“Who are you?”

and had amputated his own hand because it

“I, I, I-”

who was

to speak

developed

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

years ago, as well

“Ah, ugh.”

that was either a cry or

who had run away after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man

the fear

that moment, the man who felt like he was drowning in a swamp

plan to destroy the Alchemists’

the priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

roared like thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and looked

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

you one more time. Who

looked down at the curled-up

a bad but good

with a conscience and

how to regret. He was

would make it difficult when he re-established the Church of the Sun God in

that he needed another

Cale had thought

part of the Magic Tower. They had

the same situation,

them out to

needed someone to

was the one Cale was trying

be heard

experiment on those poor children 15

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all pretty much