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-”

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

at the alchemist’s face but his left

liquid seems to black like your

looked like the remains of being

This is from when I was poisoned as a

his sleeve. Cale continued to look at the left

rather than healing it

remembered what Billos had told

always complains of pain as

middle-aged man

none of your

your body turns black when you

like they have black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who

by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense

it that it is black?

started

allow this

priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment,

“15 years ago…”

was finding it difficult

they wanted to contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial chores. I think they said the age

was a decent amount of

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

orphans and slum children had shown different levels

Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining

because successful children from the

looking at

stopped doing that shit about 10

Shit.

calling that praised

Plop.

threw a few pages of

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

the documents that described

the children that they could kill without

they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he was looking down at him. The pale

“S, stop-”

like that. He continued to

these slums

middle-aged man was supposedly not a part of the capital's Alchemists’

couple other Alchemy Towers

10 years ago, this man would

on this man

the 10 years described in the information given to him by

seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as

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

address

was why Cale had come

that you spend the remainder of your money after

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

asked the man with the

“Who are you?”

and

“I, I, I-”

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

started to speak

has developed

moment. However, his eyes were still shaking as if he could not believe

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

“Ah, ugh.”

middle-aged man let out a noise that was either a cry or a moan and

run away after finding out the truth

the fear

felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear

destroy the

heard the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

up moved his right hand

face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was

ask you one

down at the curled-up

a bad but good

he was someone with a conscience and a

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

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

that he needed another source of power as

Cale had thought about

who were not a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the Magic Tower and gone

alchemists in the

draw them out to the

to

leader figure was the one Cale was

be heard in Cale's

did this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years ago

‘Who knows?’

They were all pretty much the same to