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

priest was not looking at the alchemist’s face but his left wrist. There was no

liquid seems to black like your left wrist,

black. It looked like the

from when I was poisoned as

Cale continued to look

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

Billos

always complains of pain as

man

is none of

body turns black when you

over their body. The ones who are

human affected by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout their

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

started

not allow this

priest’s gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest with blue eyes

“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

ago. It was

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

and slum children had shown different

announced that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers across the

children

at the

doing that shit about 10 years

Shit.

calling that

Plop.

a few pages of paper

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

on the documents that described this situation

children that they could kill without worrying about any

longer speaking formally. Although they were both sitting down, Cale was looking at the man as if he

“S, stop-”

stop just like that. He

you appeared in these slums

man was supposedly not a part

other Alchemy Towers across the

was 10 years ago, this man would

Cale focused on this

in the information

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

the people of the slums, especially the

many nicknames used to address this person, as

Cale had come

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

slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because

asked the man with the shaking

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

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

to

Tower has developed

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

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

“Ah, ugh.”

noise that was either a

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

fear

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

to destroy

heard the priest say one

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and looked toward

that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was scary. The priest started to speak

you one more time. Who

looked down at the

a bad

was someone with a

was someone who knew how to regret. He was someone with

make it difficult when

needed another source of power as

was why Cale had thought about the

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

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

to draw them out to the

also needed someone to serve

was the one Cale was trying to

be

this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years ago as

‘Who knows?’

no way of knowing. They were all