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-”

his gaze away from the small bottle and looked

face but his left wrist. There was

seems to black like

black. It looked like

from when I was poisoned as

alchemist quickly covered his wrist with his sleeve. Cale continued to

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

what Billos had

complains of pain as

man avoided

of your concern,

that your body turns black when

body. The ones who are poisoned

mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout

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

started to

could not allow this to

who suddenly showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest with blue eyes that were looking at

“15 years ago…”

was finding it difficult to

and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores. I think they

ago. It was a

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

slum children had

sent

believed them because successful children from the slums had

looking at the pale

doing that

Shit.

calling that praised action,

Plop.

few pages of paper

was when they started to conspire with the

the documents that described this situation as he

longer needed the children that they

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

“S, stop-”

stop just like that. He continued to speak to this

these slums 10 years

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

couple other Alchemy

10 years ago, this man would

focused on this man after

man's 10 years and the 10 years described in the information given

to be feeling

that the people of the slums, especially the children, like

used to address

Cale had come looking for

of your money after you buy your alcohol to buy food for the

the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he

man with the shaking

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

who was full of those emotions, as well as some

started to

developed a dead

his eyes were still shaking as if he could

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

“Ah, ugh.”

either a cry or a moan and

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

the fear coming

drowning in a swamp of

plan to destroy

the priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

curled up moved his right hand away from

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

one more time. Who

at the

a bad but good

was someone with a conscience and a sense

to regret. He was

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

another source of

why Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom's Civil

in hiding who were not a part of the

there would be alchemists in the same situation, even if there were only

to draw them

someone to serve as their

figure was the one Cale was trying to

voice could be

alcoholic experiment on those poor children

‘Who knows?’

of knowing. They were all pretty