Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Of course not.

Freud suddenly burst into laughter and readily took a check from his pocket and handed it to Isaac.

“Little Isaac, we were wrong this time. This check is our compensation. Fill in any number up to seven figures.”

He casually accepted checks for millions of dollars, as if it were nothing more than small change to him.

"Good~"

Isaac took the check and put it in his pocket.

"You can take this woman and leave now. But if you come back to cause trouble again next time, it won't be as simple as just paying some money."

"Don't worry, there will definitely be no next time."

Freud laughed and ordered the driver to carry the bandaged Chijta on his back and call Coco to go out together.

Before leaving, Coco gave Isaac a meaningful smile, and then went out with his father.

After everyone left, Erica stepped forward and gently hugged Isaac.

"I'm sorry, Isaac, today's events are all because of me..."

At this moment, she noticed that Isaac did not reply and his body was trembling slightly.

"what happened?"

"What...stupid things have I done...?"

Isaac returned to his previous appearance, and his left eye, which had been injured by Chijita, had somehow recovered.

-

"Boss, looking back now, it's really embarrassing. We were actually scared by a little kid," the driver joked as he drove.

"Yes, even I felt a sense of fear for a moment," Freud joked, looking at his still trembling hands.

“I could have just walked away at that time.”

At this moment, Qianjida, who was lying in the back seat, spoke in a weak voice:

"Then we... will definitely never get out of this house."

"what?"

“You asked me to test their Twilight race before, and I thought that was the monster they were keeping in their home,” Qianjida said with a wry smile. “But it turns out the real monster is someone else entirely.”

Freud asked incredulously, "Was it Isaac who injured you?"

"Yes."

These words startled the two, and the driver's hand trembled so much that he almost lost control of the car.

Chijida's combat prowess is beyond doubt. She was extremely strong to become Freud's bodyguard. She was also one of the best soldiers in the Soviet special forces at the time.

But she said she was defeated by Isaac, a mere twelve-year-old elementary school student? That's simply unbelievable.

“What Qianjida said is true,” Koko said from the side.

Now they were all certain of this unbelievable fact.

"Boss, should we report to Mr. Yao about his son's unusual condition?"

“No need,” Freud said. “Doesn’t he know his own son well? He must have known all along but for some reason didn’t tell us.”

He firmly believed this, but it was a pity about those millions of dollars.

Chapter 476: Eye Patch

Floyd thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Isaac's father's number.

These days, cell phones aren't so common that they're everywhere; most people are still using pagers.

"Hello? Is this Freud?"

“Mr. Yao, I had Qianjida try out that girl named Erica,” Freud said, then turned and asked, “What do you think of her skill level?”

Qianjida said, "Her strength ranges from B/3 to B/0, and she didn't use her full strength, so there's still room for improvement."

"You heard that, right? That's roughly the situation," Floyd continued on the phone.

"I see. By the way, Erica wasn't hurt, was she? Although I sent her to protect Isaac, I've always treated her like a daughter," Isaac's father said with a smile.

“Then you really are not a good father.” Freud chuckled. “The child was not badly injured, but my bodyguard was in a terrible state. He had three broken ribs, comminuted fractures in both legs, and even his facial features were deformed.”

"...Is it that serious?"

"Fortunately, I have someone here who can cure her. By the way, Mr. Yao, aren't you being a little unethical?"

"what?"

"Your son is so amazing! You never told me about this."

"?"

Isaac's father had no idea what Freud was talking about.

"Your son is very capable?" What do you mean? He hasn't seen anything special about Isaac since he was born.

“It wasn’t Erica who injured Chijida, it was your son Isaac.”

"What?"

"...Judging from your tone, it seems you really don't know about this." Freud was somewhat surprised.

"No, now that you mention it, I do remember..."

Isaac's father recalled the concert that had been attacked years ago, and Isaac suddenly sprang into action, stabbing the assailant in the chest with his pen.

Although he didn't die from the blow, Isaac immediately circled behind the assailant, intending to snap his neck.

It was initially thought that this behavior was due to Isaac's mental problems caused by excessive fright at the time, but upon closer inspection, it is simply impossible for a ten-year-old child to stab a thug wearing a coat with a not-so-sharp pen.

“I don’t really know the specifics, but now that you mention it, it seems like there have been similar cases before,” he said. “I’ll pay for Qianjida’s medical expenses.”

“No need, no need. Given our relationship, we don’t need that money,” Freud laughed.

Moreover, I have already compensated your son in advance.

“Then I’ll consider it a favor I owe you. Call me if you need anything,” Isaac’s father said.

After all, he was the one who commissioned Erica to test her, so he should be the one to compensate her for her injuries.

"Okay, let's talk again next time."

Floyd hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

The driver next to him asked, "Boss, shouldn't we ask Mr. Yao to return the check you gave to Isaac?"

“You can’t expect to get back what you’ve given away,” Freud laughed. “Besides, this is an investment in advance.”

"Hey, I don't even earn that much in a year." The driver was a little indignant, but he didn't say anything more.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At Isaac's home, Isaac's mother had already arrived.

"Erika, you're here. Where are Chinatsu and Isaac?"

“They should both be in their room,” Erica said. “Should we call them down?”

"No need, no need, I'll go cook now and call them later." The mother smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Erica also planned to go back to her room, but she glanced at Isaac's tightly closed door with some concern.

In Isaac's room.

He stared at the check in front of him, his mind in turmoil.

'What should I do! What should I do! What the hell should I do?! What stupid thing have I done?!'

Isaac didn't dare to think any further, so he grabbed the blanket, rolled himself up like a spring roll, and rolled around.

"Not only did they severely injure someone, but they also demanded compensation. This is nothing short of intentional assault and extortion!"

Although Isaac was furious that Chijita dared to provoke Erica, what he hoped for most was that Chijita would realize her mistake and take the initiative to apologize.

However, he accidentally hit her so hard that she couldn't even speak.

He looked at the check again, unsure of what to do.

Should we give it to Dad and have him return it to Uncle? Or should we wait until Uncle comes next time and return it to him in person, apologizing as well?

In short, Isaac plans to keep this check safe for now.

As for using it? It's impossible to use it; it's never going to happen in this lifetime.

Putting away the check, Isaac slowly touched his left eye.

After today's battle, he realized one thing: as long as his left eye was damaged, he would enter another state.

I've entered this state three times in total. The first time was at a concert a few years ago, the second time was when I was beaten up by a group of thugs in the slums, and the third time is today.

The next two incidents were due to injuries to my left eye. Today, I was elbowed by Chijida, which caused fluid to be squeezed out of my eyeball, and then a strong sense of malice surged through my mind. And then what happened next occurred.

Thinking this, Isaac got out of bed and walked to his desk, taking out scissors, glue, and some black fabric from the drawer.

These are all leftover materials from Isaac's art class at school.

Not long after, a black eye patch was made.

Isaac put the blindfold over his left eye and walked to the mirror in front of the wardrobe to look at himself.

“Like a pirate…but never mind,” Isaac muttered to himself. “I’ll buy a pair of goggles when I have the money.”

As long as my left eye isn't injured, I won't end up like that, and in that case, no one else will get hurt.

"Erika, Chika, Isaac, dinner is ready, come down and eat," her mother called from downstairs.

"coming."

At the dining table, everyone except the father was gathered around, all staring in astonishment at the blindfold Isaac was wearing.

"Isaac, what happened? Did you hurt your left eye?"

“No, no, it’s a device to prevent injury,” Isaac laughed.

The goggles were stuffed with a lot of cushioning cotton, so getting punched shouldn't cause any serious injury.