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-”

hands shaking. The alchemist turned his gaze away from the

face but his left wrist. There

seems to black

black. It looked like the remains of being

from when I was poisoned as

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

your hand rather than healing it when you realized how serious the poison

remembered what Billos had told

complains of pain as he

middle-aged man

none of

that your body turns black when

black spiderwebs all over their body. The ones who are poisoned by dead mana slowly become dyed black as they

dead mana, including

that it is black? I

alchemist started to

allow

could not let everything be ruined because of this priest who suddenly showed up. The alchemist stopped avoiding the priest’s gaze and turned his head

“15 years ago…”

finding it

and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial

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, is

had shown different levels

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

children from the slums had delivered

smiled while looking at

stopped doing that shit about

Shit.

was calling that praised

Plop.

threw a few pages of paper

because 10 years ago was when they started to conspire with the Empire’s royal

described this situation as he continued

they could kill without worrying about any

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

“S, stop-”

someone who would stop just like that. He continued to

these slums

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

a couple other Alchemy

this man would have

was the reason Cale focused on this man after listening to Billos's

information given to him

who seemed to be feeling both sorrow

the slums, especially the children, like

were many nicknames used to address this

had come looking for

of your money after

alchemist. It was because he always gave them

the man with

“Who are you?”

and had amputated his own

“I, I, I-”

who was full of those emotions, as well as some others, was

to speak

Bell Tower has developed

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

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

“Ah, ugh.”

that was either a cry or a

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

was the fear

he was drowning in

destroy the Alchemists’

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

that showed neither happiness, anger, nor

ask you one more

looked down at the curled-up

a bad but good

was someone with a conscience and a

regret. He was someone with his own sense of

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

he needed another source of

had thought

the Magic Tower. They had

the same situation, even

draw them out to

also needed someone to serve as

was the one Cale was

voice could be heard in Cale's

on those poor children

‘Who knows?’

were all