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 turned his gaze away from the small bottle

the priest was not looking at the alchemist’s face

black like your left wrist,

was dyed black. It looked like the remains of

this. This is from when I was poisoned as a

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

rather than healing it when you realized

remembered what Billos

always complains of pain as he

man avoided Cale’s

none of your

your body turns black when you

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

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

is black? I also heard that

started

allow this to

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 back. At that moment, the

“15 years ago…”

alchemist was finding

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

ago. It was a decent

the Alchemists’ Bell Tower that they had considered to be terrible and now, the personal disciple

slum children had shown different

Alchemists’ Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to the Alchemy Towers across

believed them because successful children from

looking at

they stopped doing that shit about 10

Shit.

was calling that praised

Plop.

a few pages of paper onto the

the Empire’s royal family in order to kidnap the

that described this

needed the children that they could kill without

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

“S, stop-”

would stop just like that. He continued to speak

in these slums 10 years

supposedly not a part

a couple other Alchemy Towers across the

10 years ago, this man would have been young as

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

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

who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as

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

many nicknames used to address this person, as nobody

why Cale had come looking for

after

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

man with the

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

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

started to

Tower has developed a

for a moment. However, his

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

“Ah, ugh.”

that was either a cry or

finding out the truth

was the fear coming

drowning

to destroy the

priest say

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

sentence roared like thunder through the fear. The man who had curled up moved his right hand away from his

his face. This indifferent gaze that showed

one more time.

at the

was a bad but good

someone with a conscience and a sense of guilt

regret. He was someone with

make it difficult when he re-established the Church of the Sun God in the

he needed another source of power

had thought

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

would be alchemists in the same situation, even if

needed to draw them out to the

also needed someone to serve as

figure was the one Cale was

voice could be heard

on those poor children 15

‘Who knows?’

way of knowing. They were