Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

The train continued moving, and the entire carriage was very quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the carriage.

"Excuse me for disturbing you all, we're checking your entry permits." Several soldiers entered the carriage, carrying rifles. A police dog followed them.

Everyone in the carriage tensed up immediately. The sight of armed soldiers and military dogs spoke volumes.

Given that the two countries are at war, it's understandable that border cities are conducting stricter checks.

Violet frowned slightly when she saw them enter. Looking at Isaac, who was still sleeping with his head on her lap, she said softly, "Please be quiet."

"Huh? We're here to investigate..."

When the soldiers heard someone speaking to him, they turned around, about to reprimand him, but upon seeing who it was, they were immediately too frightened to speak.

They recognized the girl in military uniform, Violet Evergarden, a State Alchemist and Major, and the interim commander of Brix Keep. She was known as the next Ice Queen.

This is not someone that ordinary soldiers like them can afford to offend.

"Yes...we will try to be as quiet as possible." Several soldiers immediately stood at attention and saluted.

As for the person resting their head on his lap, they were quite curious about who this person was who could rest their head on Major Eve Garden's lap.

However, upon seeing this, they were almost so frightened that they sat down on the ground.

"Heavens... the Cataclysmic Alchemist... Brigadier General Isaac!?"

They peered over cautiously and found Isaac still asleep, his face serene.

Thankfully, I didn't wake him up.

"Now we're checking entry permits. Remember to keep your voices down." Several soldiers exchanged glances.

However, the soldiers understood, but the military dogs they brought with them might not.

"Wang!"

"!!"

Several soldiers were about to kneel before the dog. They feared their military careers were about to be ruined by this dog.

They stiffly turned their necks to look at Isaac.

At that moment, Isaac frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

'It's all over!'

Isaac woke up and looked at the soldiers with their heads down.

"what happened?"

"Um... I'm so sorry! Your Excellency, we..." the soldier stammered, head bowed.

"Raise your head and speak, soldier!"

"Yes!" He was so frightened that his body straightened up instantly.

What are you doing in this carriage? What happened?

“Report, we’re here to check entry permits,” the soldier would reply.

“I see. Then go ahead and investigate,” Isaac said. “From now on, speak with your heads held high. Your job is to protect the peace of Amestoris, something to be proud of, not something shameful.”

"Yes!" the group immediately replied, their eyes filled with respect as they looked at Isaac.

Isaac rubbed his temples and asked Violet beside him, "How long did I sleep?"

Three hours.

"I see. Then we should be arriving in Tep City soon."

"Yes."

At this moment, an elderly man sitting in the back seat of Isaac spoke up: "So this gentleman is Brigadier General Amestoris, he's quite young."

"It's alright, it's alright," Isaac laughed.

The old man and Isaac were only one seat apart, sitting back to back.

"Sir, you've had a tough time coming all the way to Tepu City."

"No, I'd come any distance just to see my grandson."

"Really? You have a grandson at such a young age?"

"Haha, ding..."

The old man had just opened his mouth when his pupils suddenly contracted.

'We've been exposed!'

Isaac revealed a sinister smile, quickly drew his military knife from his waist, and plunged it into his seat. The blade pierced through the seat and into the 'old man's' chest from behind.

Isaac's action left everyone in the carriage stunned.

"you!"

“Kretta’s bastards didn’t come to Amestris to see their grandson, did they?” Isaac wiped the blood off his body, a murderous glint in his eyes. “Am I right, Mr. Spy?”

Chapter 343: The Holy Star

"Brigadier General, this..." The soldiers checking the entry permits were unaware of what had happened.

The passengers watched all of this in horror.

At this moment, one of the soldiers reacted, stepped forward, and grabbed the old man's face.

Sizzle!

The old man's face was torn off, and in its place was a pale-faced young man.

Blood trickled from the young man's mouth as he demanded of Isaac, "How did you find me?"

“The spirit of a young man is completely different from that of a man on his deathbed,” Isaac laughed, sheathing his knife. “If you were disguised as another young man, I might not be able to tell the difference.”

"hateful!"

Although I couldn't understand what Isaac meant by 'qi', now that it had been discovered, there was no other way but to go all in.

He was still impaled by a sharp blade, pinned to his seat and unable to move. He immediately roared:

"Let's do it!"

Swish!

Suddenly, several passengers in the other seats in the carriage stood up, drew pistols from their waists, and aimed them at Isaac.

“I see. It seems there’s more than one spy on the train,” Isaac chuckled. “A group of tourists visiting Amestris?”

"Enough with the nonsense!" The young man, still coughing up blood, had a vicious look on his face. "Since the infiltration mission has failed, killing an officer from Amestoris isn't a bad deal."

Those who stood up placed their fingers on the trigger, and the other passengers closed their eyes, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

"Dream on, you idiot."

Suddenly, red electricity crackled in Isaac's hand, and all the spies collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Everything happened so fast that the soldiers didn't even have time to react before they all fell to the ground.

Isaac stood up from his seat and clapped his hands.

"Alright, passengers, please rest assured, the enemy's spies have been eliminated. Please follow those soldiers to another carriage and show your entry permits."

The passengers then realized what was happening and, in a scattered manner, followed the soldiers to another carriage.

They were still shaken by what had just happened.

After everyone had left, Isaac turned to the spy and asked, "Alright, now I have a question for you: how many spies does Cleta have in Amestris? And where are they located?"

He heard Isaac's question, then turned away without saying a word.

“Oh, of course you don’t have to tell me, but depending on the situation I’ll have to ask someone else.” Isaac said, grabbing the man’s chest and taking off a pendant.

"Give it...give it back to me!"

Isaac ignored him, opened the pendant, and a picture of a girl appeared inside.

"A pretty young woman? Though far less attractive than my adjutant." Isaac sneered at the young man. "Your girlfriend?"

The man gritted his teeth and turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

"Why can't you ask Cleta for help with a question you don't know the answer to?"

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her! This has nothing to do with her... Ah!!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly let out a piercing scream. Isaac slid the knife that was stuck in his chest downwards, causing a large amount of blood to gush from the wound.

“Whether it matters or not is up to me. You just need to tell me what you know.” Isaac smiled, his smile growing increasingly sinister. “Once I get enough information from you, I naturally won’t go looking for her anymore, don’t you think?”

"You lackey of Amestoris!! Aren't you afraid of retribution?!"

He roared loudly, struggling so hard that blood kept seeping from his wounds.

"Retribution? Interesting question." Isaac looked at him with a mocking gaze. "I knew from the moment I killed my first person on the battlefield that I would be punished sooner or later, but unfortunately, even after I had killed more than a million people, the retribution still hadn't come."

Isaac's words made him stop struggling, and his anger turned into fear.

Millions? Died at the hands of this man?

"Instead of expecting retribution to come for me, you should think about what you can actually do," Isaac continued. "My hands are already dirty, and I don't mind if his are even dirtier. This is a conflict between nations. Trying to stop me with good and evil and conscience only shows that you are an idiot."

"you……"

The young spy's body trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

“I don’t know when my retribution will come, but it certainly won’t be today.” Isaac said, bringing his face close to his ear. “What I do know is that if you, you bastard spy, don’t tell me what I want to know, this woman in the photo will be going to her death with you today.”

“I…I’ll talk,” he said immediately.

There was no time for him to think further; the person in front of him would definitely not have any pity.

Like a demon from the abyss.

"Yes, that's a good boy." Isaac smiled warmly.

"Most of our people are concentrated in Tep City, with a small number in Central City and the south..."

He slowly uttered a few names, while Isaac stared at him, and Violet took out a notebook and wrote them down.