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

not looking at the alchemist’s face but his left wrist.

liquid seems to black like

black. It looked like the

This is from when I was poisoned

continued to look at the left sleeve as he gently started

amputate your hand rather than

remembered what Billos had told

of pain

man

of your

your body turns black when you are

spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who are poisoned by dead mana slowly become dyed black

affected by dead mana, including

how serious of a poison was it that it is black? I

started

allow this to

suddenly showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment,

“15 years ago…”

finding it

some orphans and children from the slums. They taught

It was a decent amount of

Tower that they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple of the Tower Head, is a child from

and slum children had

sent the remaining children to the

successful children from the slums had delivered

smiled while looking at the pale

doing that

Shit.

calling that

Plop.

few pages

10 years ago was when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family in order to

that described this situation

that they could kill

both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking

“S, stop-”

just like that. He continued to

these slums 10 years

not a part of the

a couple other Alchemy Towers across the

was 10 years ago, this man would have

the reason Cale focused on this man after listening to

information given to him by the Saint. They

alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he continued to

the children, like

many nicknames used to address this person,

was why Cale had come looking for

remainder of your money after

slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and healed their

the man with

“Who are you?”

alchemist and had amputated his own hand because

“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 others,

started to speak

has developed a dead mana

shaking for a moment. However, his eyes

to the children who died 15 years ago, as well

“Ah, ugh.”

a noise that was either

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

fear

he was drowning in a swamp of fear could hear

plan to destroy the

the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and looked toward the

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

you one more

looked down at

was a bad

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

to regret. He was someone with

when he re-established the Church of the Sun God in

meant that he needed another source of

why Cale had thought about the

a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against

in the same situation, even if there

to draw them

to serve as

one Cale was trying to

be heard in

those poor children 15

‘Who knows?’

of knowing. They were all pretty much the same to