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

not looking at the alchemist’s face but his left

black like

looked like the remains of

This is from when I was

with his sleeve. Cale continued to look at the left sleeve

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

remembered what Billos had

of pain as he buys

middle-aged man avoided

is none of

that your body turns black when you are poisoned by

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

dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain

is black? I

alchemist started to

not allow

gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest with blue eyes that were looking at

“15 years ago…”

finding

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

It was a decent amount

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

had

the Alchemists’ Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy

children

smiled while looking at

they stopped doing that

Shit.

calling that praised

Plop.

pages

with the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the citizens and

the documents that described

they could kill without worrying about

were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale middle-aged man barely

“S, stop-”

not someone who would stop just like that. He continued to speak to this

in these

middle-aged man was supposedly not a

a couple other Alchemy Towers across the

was 10 years ago, this man would

on this

information given to him by the Saint. They seemed

observed the alchemist who seemed to be feeling both sorrow

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

address this person, as nobody knew his

was why Cale had come looking for

heard that you spend the remainder of your money after you

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

the man with the

“Who are you?”

alchemist and had amputated his own hand because it

“I, I, I-”

who was full of those emotions, as well as some

to speak

has developed a dead mana

moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if

that it was thanks to the children who died 15 years ago, as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs for

“Ah, ugh.”

either

after finding out the truth

the fear

drowning in a swamp of fear could hear

destroy the

heard the priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

curled up moved his right hand away from his face

indifferent gaze that showed neither

ask you one more time. Who are

down at the curled-up

bad but

were so-so, he was someone with a

who knew how to regret. He was someone with his own sense of

determined that a church alone would make it difficult when he re-established the Church of the Sun

he needed another source of

was why Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom's

the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the

in the same situation, even if there were only a

to draw them out to

also needed someone to

was the one Cale

be heard in Cale's

those

‘Who knows?’

They were