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's hands shaking. The alchemist turned his

looking at the alchemist’s face

black like your left wrist,

round left wrist was dyed black. It looked like the remains

from when I was

sleeve. Cale continued to

hand rather than healing it when you realized how serious the

Billos

always complains of pain as he buys

middle-aged man

of

black

have black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who are poisoned

including necromancers, suffer intense pain

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

started to

not allow this

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

“15 years ago…”

alchemist 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

was

to be terrible and now, the personal

orphans and slum children had shown different levels of

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

had believed them because successful children from

looking at the pale

stopped doing that shit about 10

Shit.

that praised

Plop.

threw a few pages

because 10 years ago was when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the citizens and use them for

described this

children that they could kill without

Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The

“S, stop-”

stop just like that. He continued to speak

you appeared in these slums 10 years

was supposedly not a part of the capital's

other Alchemy

it was 10 years ago, this man

the reason Cale focused on this man

and the 10 years described in the information given

seemed to be feeling both

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

nicknames used to address this

Cale had come looking

that you spend the remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol to buy food for

of the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was

asked the man

“Who are you?”

that was acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand because it

“I, I, I-”

concern, and fear. The man who was

started to speak

developed a

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

as well as the

“Ah, ugh.”

man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan

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

was the fear coming

like he was drowning in a swamp of fear could hear

plan to destroy the Alchemists’

heard the priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

The man who had curled up moved his right hand

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

ask you one more

at

was a bad

so-so, he was someone with a

to regret. He was someone with

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

meant that he needed another source

had thought

not a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the

was certain that there would be alchemists in the same situation, even

them out to

to serve

figure was the one Cale

voice could be heard in

did this alcoholic experiment on those poor children

‘Who knows?’

They were all pretty much the same