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-”

see the alchemist's hands shaking. The alchemist turned his gaze away from the small bottle and looked toward

looking at the alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was no hand

liquid seems to black like your left

wrist was dyed black. It looked like the remains

This is from when I

sleeve. Cale continued to look at the left sleeve

you chose to amputate your hand rather than healing it when you realized

what Billos

pain as he

man avoided Cale’s

none of your concern,

your body turns black

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

affected by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain

that it is black? I

started to

could not allow

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

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding it difficult to

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

ago. It was a decent

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

had shown different levels of

they had sent the remaining children

because successful children from the slums

at the pale

stopped doing that shit about

Shit.

that

Plop.

a few pages of paper onto

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

documents that described this situation as he

no longer needed the children that they could kill without worrying

longer speaking formally. Although they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged

“S, stop-”

would stop just like

in these slums

middle-aged man was supposedly not a part of

were a couple other

this man would have been young as

was the reason Cale focused on this man after listening to Billos's

described in the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed

who seemed to be feeling

the people of the slums, especially the children,

used to address this person, as

was why Cale had

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

slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them

asked the man

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

middle-aged man could not respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those

to

developed a dead mana

alchemist’s shaking body stopped shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking

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

“Ah, ugh.”

noise that was either

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

was the fear coming

who felt like he was drowning

to destroy the Alchemists’

the priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

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

indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support

one more time.

at the

was a bad but good

skills were so-so, he was someone with

knew how to regret. He was someone

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

that he needed another source

was why Cale had thought about

about the mages in hiding who were not a part of the Magic

in the same situation, even if there were only

to draw them

also needed someone to

the one Cale was trying to

could be heard in

alcoholic experiment on those poor

‘Who knows?’

of knowing. They were all pretty much the same to