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-”

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

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

to black like your left

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

when

quickly covered his wrist with his sleeve. Cale continued to look at the left sleeve as

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

what Billos had

pain as he buys

middle-aged man avoided

is none of your concern,

body turns black when you are poisoned by

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

mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout their

poison was it that it is black? I also heard that you suffer

started to

not allow this to

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 with blue

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding

from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores. I think

It was

had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple of the Tower Head, is

slum children had shown

sent the remaining

had believed them because successful children from the slums had

while looking at

they stopped doing that shit about

Shit.

was calling that praised action,

Plop.

a few pages of paper onto

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

on the documents that described this situation as

longer needed the children that they

the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged man barely managed to get

“S, stop-”

would stop just like that. He continued to speak to this pitiful

in these slums 10 years

a part of the

were a couple other Alchemy Towers across

was 10 years ago, this man would have

the reason Cale focused on this man after listening to

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

who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he

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

were many nicknames used to address this

was why Cale had

spend the remainder of your money after you

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

man

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

not respond properly. Chaos, concern, and fear. The man who was full of those emotions, as well

started to

has developed a dead

shaking for a moment. However, his eyes were still shaking

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

“Ah, ugh.”

let out a noise that was either a cry

beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10

was the fear coming from

like he was drowning in a swamp

plan to destroy

priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

up moved his right hand away from his

expression on his face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger,

one more

at

was a bad but

he was someone with a conscience and a sense of

regret. He was someone with his

make it difficult when he re-established the Church of

that he needed another source

Cale had thought

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

the same situation, even

needed to draw them

also needed someone to serve as their

one Cale

voice could be heard in

alcoholic experiment on those

‘Who knows?’

way of knowing. They were all pretty much the