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 gaze away from the small bottle and looked toward

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

black like your left wrist,

dyed black. It looked

this. This is from when

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

chose to amputate your hand rather than healing it when

what Billos

pain as he buys

middle-aged man

is none of

turns black when you are poisoned by

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

including necromancers,

it that it is black? I also heard that

started to

could not allow this to

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…”

was finding it difficult

ago, the Alchemists’ Bell Tower said that they wanted to contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums.

years ago. It was a

of the Empire sent tributes to the Alchemists’ Bell Tower that they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple of the Tower Head,

had shown different levels of

that they had sent the remaining

them because successful children from the

looking at the

that

Shit.

was calling that praised

Plop.

few pages of paper

they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal family in

tapped on the documents that described this situation

the children that they could kill without worrying

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

“S, stop-”

Cale was not someone who would stop just like that.

these slums

middle-aged man was supposedly not a part

couple other Alchemy Towers across the

years ago, this man would

reason Cale focused on this man after listening

years and the 10 years described in the information given to him by the

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

people of the slums, especially the children, like you

were many nicknames used to address this person, as nobody

why Cale had

you spend the remainder of your money after you buy your alcohol

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

man with the shaking

“Who are you?”

was acting like a fake alchemist and had amputated his own hand because it was poisoned

“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, was severely

to

Tower has developed

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

as well as the people who were used as guinea pigs for the last 10

“Ah, ugh.”

either a cry or a

after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged man felt suffocating fear fill

was the fear coming

moment, the man who felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear

to destroy

priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

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

indifferent gaze that showed neither

ask you one more time. Who

at the

a bad but good

he was someone with a conscience

knew how to regret. He was someone with his own

difficult when he

that he needed another source of power as

was why Cale had thought

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

was certain that there would be alchemists in the same situation, even if there were

draw them

someone to serve

the one Cale was trying to put

voice could be heard in Cale's

did this alcoholic experiment on those poor

‘Who knows?’

no way of knowing. They were all pretty