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

looking at the alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was

seems to black like your left wrist,

looked like the

from when I was

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

amputate your hand rather than

remembered what Billos had told

pain as he

man avoided Cale’s

none of your concern,

your body turns black when you are poisoned by

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

mana, including necromancers,

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

alchemist started

not allow this

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

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding

contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They

ago. It was a decent amount

the Alchemists’ Bell Tower that they had considered to be terrible

and slum children had shown different levels of

sent

successful children from the slums

at

stopped doing that shit about 10

Shit.

calling that praised

Plop.

pages of paper onto the

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

documents that described this situation as he continued to

no longer needed the children that they could kill without worrying about

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

“S, stop-”

who would stop just like that. He continued

these

middle-aged man was supposedly not a part of the capital's Alchemists’ Bell

a couple other Alchemy

10 years ago, this man would have

on this man

10 years and the 10 years described in the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed to be

feeling both

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

to address this person, as nobody knew

why Cale had come

heard that you spend the remainder of your money after you

was because he

asked the man with the

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions,

to speak

Tower has developed

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

was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were

“Ah, ugh.”

middle-aged man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan

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

was the fear

who felt like he was drowning in a swamp

plan to destroy

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

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

will ask you one

at the curled-up

was a bad but

so-so, he was someone with a conscience

knew how to regret. He was someone with his

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

that he needed another

had thought about

hiding who were not a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the Magic Tower and

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

them out to

someone to serve as their

Cale was trying

voice could be heard

on those poor children 15 years

‘Who knows?’

had no way of knowing. They were all