Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Isaac walked step by step toward the battered and bruised Chinjita.

"Otherwise, you'll die."

"Spare me, I just wanted to test a monster, but I didn't expect to attract a real monster." Qianjida sat on the ground and smiled bitterly, then took out a gun with a silencer from her waistband and pointed it at Isaac.

"Wait, Chijta!" Coco's pupils constricted immediately upon seeing the gun, and she shouted, "Do you want to use a gun here?"

"Don't worry, Miss, these are blanks, they won't kill anyone," Qianjida laughed. "But being hit at this distance would probably cause shock, right?"

boom! boom! boom!

She fired three shots, the bullets hitting Isaac in the forehead, shoulder, and chest respectively.

However, Isaac walked towards her as always. The bullets did no harm to him at all; they bounced off the moment they made contact, not even making him pause for a second, and not even leaving a bruise.

Coco: "Really...?"

Erika: "..."

Qianjida was also shocked and gasped, then put down her gun and looked at the sky with a bitter smile.

"Fuck."

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“Mr. Hekmedia, just take me to the supermarket up ahead,” Isaac’s mother said, looking at the white-haired middle-aged man sitting next to her. “I need to buy some groceries to cook for the children.”

"Alright," the middle-aged man said with a smile, then told the driver to stop near the supermarket.

"Thank you." The mother got out of the car and walked towards the supermarket.

The middle-aged man was none other than the client in this case—Floyd Hekmedya. He looked at Isaac's mother and asked, "Attorney Yao, should I wait here for you?"

"Why don't you come to my house first? Your daughter should be waiting for you there."

Freud said with a wry smile, "I doubt even my daughter would want to see me."

The mother smiled and said, "You go back first. It's quite close to home. I can walk back."

“I see. Then I’ll head back now. I must thank you for your defense today,” Freud said with a smile. “You truly are Mithril’s legal counsel.”

“Mr. Heckmedia, you must be joking. He should be a former legal advisor,” the mother said with a smile.

"I'll go back to pick up my daughter and bodyguard now. I hope they won't cause too much trouble."

"You can come over for a casual meal sometime," the mother said with a smile. "Remember to bring your daughter too—I really like that child."

"Haha, definitely if I have the chance."

After saying that, the driver released the brakes again, and the car slowly left the supermarket and drove towards Isaac's house.

The driver suddenly spoke up and asked, "Boss, can Qianjida really succeed?"

Freud pondered for a moment and said, "It's just testing the skills of that Twilight race member from Yao Dabao's family. It shouldn't be a big problem. Even if she's just an ordinary human, she shouldn't be in any danger against a Twilight race member who hasn't fully matured yet. At most, she'll just suffer some minor injuries."

"Really."

In fact, Chijida's deliberate provocation of Erica was entirely at Freud's behest, in order to find out the strength of Isaac's family's strongest fighter.

“Mr. Yao entrusted this matter to me, so I had no choice,” Freud said with a wry smile. “He brought this girl all the way from Yelkastum to protect his son, who couldn’t do anything.”

"You mean...Isaac?"

“Yes, both of them are not simple people. They need to have an extra layer of insurance for their son who has no ability to protect himself,” Freud said with a smile.

"So Mr. Yao entrusted you to have Qianjida try out that Twilight race?"

"That's it, oh, it seems we've arrived."

The car was parked in the garage next to Isaac's house.

As soon as they stepped outside, they smelled a strong odor of blood.

"Boss, it won't get too brutal, will it?"

"Go and see."

The two hurriedly walked towards the courtyard.

As soon as they went inside, they saw Isaac dragging out a mangled, unrecognizable thing.

"Oh? Uncle Hekmedia and Uncle Driver, you're here." Isaac, his face covered in blood, greeted the two men. "Wait a moment, I'll get you some tea after I take out the trash."

Floyd & Driver: "..."

Who is this?

It looks like Isaac, but what's with that fierce expression and blood all over his hands? He's completely different from the shy little boy they remember!

"Um, no need for that. Um, what you have in your hand is..."

"Oh, a woman who came looking for trouble, still barely alive. I'm going to throw her in the nearby trash can first; the garbage truck should be coming this afternoon..."

Freud immediately recognized the lump in Isaac's hand as belonging to his bodyguard, Chijta.

"Um, this is my bodyguard."

"So she's your bodyguard." Isaac casually tossed her to the ground after hearing this. "Since she's one of yours, I should talk about compensation now that I've beaten her up like this."

driver:"……"

Freud: "...Let's not talk about compensation or anything like that. I think she brought this on herself."

“Uncle, you must be joking.” Isaac chuckled dryly. “I mean you have to pay me compensation.”

"Huh? Why?"

"Nonsense, have you ever heard of a victor paying reparations to a vanquished nation? I'm not spending my energy fighting a war to give money to the enemy."

"This doesn't involve a national war, does it..."

"Then you can pay less."

"..."

What happened to this little boy while I was away?

Chapter 475: Reparations

Inside the room, four people were sitting at the dining table.

Floyd, the driver, and Chijida, who was wrapped in bandages all over her body, and across from them was Isaac, who was leaning back in his chair.

Erica sat on the sofa watching the dining table, constantly on guard against those people who might harm Isaac, while Coco watched them with great interest.

"Driver, do you have any cigarettes here?"

"Um... I do have some, but what do you need cigarettes for?"

"Of course it's for smoking."

"Hey kid, you're only twelve years old, right?"

"Never mind then." Isaac pulled a lollipop out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, exuding a boss-like aura.

"..."

"Don't just stand there, tell me how much you want to pay," Isaac said first when the others remained silent.

"Mmm...mmm mmm."

Covered in bandages like a mummy, Chijida's speech was incoherent.

The driver nodded beside her and said to Isaac, "Qianjida said, 'Why are you asking us for compensation after you beat her up like this?'"

“I’ve already given my reasons. You deserved to be beaten up because you provoked the fight, and it doesn’t seem unreasonable for you, as the defeated party, to demand compensation,” Isaac said, chewing on his candy. “This includes Erica’s medical expenses for the injuries you caused, as well as compensation for my emotional distress.”

Freud, both amused and exasperated, said, "Have you considered what would happen if we didn't pay?"

“You can choose not to pay, but on the condition that this woman has absolutely nothing to do with you,” Isaac said. “You will not be able to take her with you then.”

"If we don't take her away, are you going to leave her at your house as a guest?"

"Of course not. To make up for the loss, I will dissect all her internal organs and exchange them for US dollars."

"..."

Qianjida was startled, breaking out in a cold sweat as she quickly shook her head. The gauze covering her body was starting to loosen.

Freud: "...So how much do you think we should pay in compensation?"

“As the saying goes, even if a deal falls through, goodwill remains; whether you lose more or less is a matter of fate,” Isaac said. “The key is to see your attitude from your compensation and to determine if you have realized your mistake.”

"..."

To be honest, this kind of robbery—where someone not only beats you up but also demands money—was the first time Freud had ever encountered such behavior.

However, Freud was no ordinary businessman; he pretended to frighten Isaac, his face turning fierce.

"If we refuse to pay compensation, can you stop us?"

At this moment, his aura was nothing like that of a businessman, but rather like that of a seasoned veteran, exuding a faint killing intent.

Erica looked tense and couldn't sit still any longer, while Coco also began to feel uneasy.

She knew her father well; he was definitely not a good person. She didn't even know how many lives he had lost in his business dealings in his early years.

Let alone children, even adults might tremble with nervousness upon seeing Freud.

However, Isaac did not panic and pointed to the door.

"What's the meaning."

“The door is right there; it’s just a few steps away.” Isaac said, looking at the three of them indifferently. “Go ahead and try to walk out if you dare.”

will die!

For some reason, this message suddenly popped into Freud's mind.

The door was right there, and he could have easily ignored Isaac and walked out through it.

But for some reason, he felt that as soon as he stepped through that door, he would be beheaded. He even vaguely saw himself lying in a pool of blood.

Coming to his senses, he was surprised to find his hands clenched involuntarily, his palms sweating profusely. The driver beside him was the same.

Looking at the twelve-year-old boy in front of him, Freud felt that this person was definitely not as simple as the information described.

"Do you want to leave? If you want to leave, I won't stop you."