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 toward the

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

to black like your left wrist,

was dyed black. It looked like

this. This is from when I was poisoned as

sleeve. Cale continued to look at the

rather than healing it when you realized how serious the poison

remembered what Billos had

always complains of pain as

middle-aged man

is none of your

I heard that your body turns black

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

by dead mana, including necromancers, suffer intense pain throughout

serious of a poison was it that it is

alchemist started

allow

gaze and turned his head back. At that moment, the priest with blue eyes that were looking at him

“15 years ago…”

was finding

wanted to contribute to the Empire and took in some orphans and children from the slums. They taught them and made them do menial

was

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

orphans and slum children had shown

Bell Tower announced that they had sent the remaining children to

because successful children from the slums had delivered the

looking at the pale

they stopped doing that shit

Shit.

was calling that praised action,

Plop.

threw a few pages

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

tapped on the documents that described

the children that they

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

“S, stop-”

like that. He

these slums 10

supposedly not a part of the capital's

couple other

years ago, this

the reason Cale focused on this man after listening to

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

who seemed to be feeling both sorrow and fear as he

the children, like you and call you ahjussi or

address this person, as nobody knew his

was why Cale had come

of your money after you buy

children of the slums like this alcoholic alchemist. It was because he always

asked the man with the shaking

“Who are you?”

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

“I, I, I-”

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

started to speak

has developed

a moment. However, his eyes were

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

“Ah, ugh.”

that was either a

was a beginner alchemist who had run away after finding out the truth 10 years ago. The now middle-aged

fear

man who felt like he was drowning in a swamp of fear could

destroy the Alchemists’

heard the priest say one other

“Definitely.”

Definitely destroy it.

had curled up moved his right hand away from his face and looked toward the

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

will ask you one more

looked down at the

was a bad

with a conscience and a

how to regret. He was someone with his own sense of

had determined that a church alone would make it difficult when he

he needed another source of

thought about the Whipper Kingdom's

a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the Magic Tower and gone

there would be alchemists in the same

needed to draw them out

someone to serve as their

one Cale was

could be

on those

‘Who knows?’

knowing. They were all