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-”

turned his gaze away from the small bottle and

the priest was not looking at the alchemist’s face but

liquid seems to black

dyed black. It looked like the

This is from when I

with his sleeve. Cale continued to

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

Billos had told

of pain as he buys

middle-aged man

none of your

that your body turns black when you are poisoned by dead

have black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who

mana, including necromancers, suffer

was it that it is black? I also

alchemist started

not allow

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

from the slums. They taught them and made them

was a decent amount

they had considered to be terrible and now,

slum children had shown different levels

Bell Tower announced that they had sent

children from

at the pale middle-aged

they stopped doing that shit about

Shit.

that

Plop.

pages of paper onto the

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

documents that described this situation as he continued

they

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

“S, stop-”

just like

you appeared in these slums 10

man was supposedly not a part of the

other Alchemy

this man would have been young as

on this man after

the information given to him by the Saint. They seemed to be

to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he

slums, especially the children, like you and call you

many nicknames used to address this person, as nobody knew

Cale had come looking

the remainder of your money after you buy your

alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always gave them food and healed

man with the

“Who are you?”

fake alchemist and had amputated

“I, I, I-”

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

to

Bell Tower has developed a

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

ago, as well

“Ah, ugh.”

was either a cry or a moan and covered

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

fear coming

drowning in a

plan to destroy the Alchemists’ Bell

priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

fear. The man who had curled up moved

priest had a scary expression on his face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was scary. The priest started to

ask you one more

looked down at

a bad but

was someone with a conscience and a sense of

who knew how to regret. He was

determined that a church alone would make it difficult when

needed another source of power

thought about the Whipper

part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the

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

to draw them out to the

needed someone to serve as their

Cale

voice could be heard in

on those poor children 15 years ago

‘Who knows?’

They were all pretty much the same