Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

At least for now, there is no science subject in primary schools.

"Ok."

"Just so you know, I'll take you on a trip two weeks from now for Christmas," the father said with a smile. "We'll go to New Hampshire, which is right next door."

First time recommending a book

This is the first time I've recommended a book since I started writing it, without any prior connections.

Thirty-two Grandpa (infinitely changing) is like a mentor to me on my writing journey. I owe it all to him that I embarked on this path as a writer.

I would have to spend time reading other books before recommending them, but my father-in-law's books are generally of very high quality, so I can recommend them with confidence.

After reaching max level in all classes, those who enjoy isekai (another world) themes might want to check this out.

————————————The following is a brief introduction————————————

Robb played for several years in a game that allowed players to freely change jobs, maxing out the proficiency of all classes. He founded the largest guild in the entire server, conquered the most difficult dungeons, soloed epic bosses, and participated in large-scale wars with thousands of players...

Just when he had given up and was ready to quit the game, he was unexpectedly transported to a fantasy world of swords and magic, and inherited all the abilities he had acquired in the game.

What's the point of adventure anymore? We're already tired of fighting and killing!

He just wants to quietly quit the hobby and become a lazy person.

However, my strength doesn't allow it.

Chapter 494: Heading to Yelkastum

Going to school is boring, especially for a national alchemist with a vast amount of knowledge in his brain to go to elementary school.

So for the next few days, Isaac took sick leave whenever he had the chance, and then went with George to inspect the situation outside the slums.

Isaac had secured supplies from Wilson and his rival, and Isaac was responsible for the cost of the weapons; Wilson only needed to handle the resale.

Furthermore, with the sudden collapse of Bass's power and the sudden rise of Jerry Myers's power in the slums, the entire region was plunged into chaos again, making the arms business extremely prosperous.

Whether it was Wilson, Isaac, or George, they all made a fortune.

“I think the turnover in this area is almost at its limit.” Isaac could hear gunshots and shouts coming from inside the slum even from the outskirts of the neighborhood.

This place is just one step away from becoming a living hell.

"Should we abandon our business in this area?" Wilson asked.

“Not now. As long as they haven’t fought down to the last one, we’ll still have business to do,” Isaac laughed. “It’ll just be that the profits will be smaller.”

"So, do you have any plans for the next step?"

Wilson is now very glad that he partnered with Isaac. Although the supply was stolen, he didn't have to pay the purchase price, which saved him a lot of money. In addition, as Isaac said, the demand for weapons in the slums had indeed increased several times over.

Although he's basically working as Isaac's assistant now, he's earning much more money than before.

Just yesterday, he applied to join Isaac's organization, and now Isaac's available manpower has changed from just George to him, Wilson, and two bodyguards, a total of four people.

“I naturally have a plan for the next step,” Isaac said, looking at the group. “Next, we’re going to Yerkastum, which may be an important base for us.”

"Yelkastum? Where is that?" George looked completely bewildered.

He had never even heard of that place.

"So that's where it is." Wilson seemed to have heard of the name before, and murmured thoughtfully.

"You know where there?"

“I’ve heard of it before. It’s a city in the Federal Republic of Lambasa, and it’s extremely chaotic. It’s said that the city’s operations are supported by a few gang families,” Wilson said in a deep voice. “There are a lot of arms dealers there, and it would be very dangerous to develop there rashly.”

“The more arms dealers there are, the better, because it means we can find more sources of supply.” Isaac didn’t care at all. “Besides, that’s a turning point in our plan, it’s very significant.”

“When are we going?” George asked.

“You guys figure out a way to get there this Saturday,” Isaac said. “As for me, I’ll go with my dad.”

"it is good."

After the workday ends, the weekend holiday begins.

The father took Isaac and Erica on a journey to Yerkastum.

Since no flights from the United States go to that godforsaken place, the group traveled there by ship.

Seagulls circled in the sky, and the sea breeze caressed the people on the deck.

He glanced at the boundless ocean and the gradually shrinking land, then turned to look at the people on the deck.

Clearly, this place is a mixed bag.

The ship was filled with all sorts of people: gentlemen in sharp suits, ladies in formal dresses, and men who looked fierce and somewhat like mercenaries. Isaac could even see the tattoos peeking out from the collars of some of them.

Erica gazed at the scenery outside the ship, a metal dog tag, similar to those worn by soldiers, hanging around her neck. It bore the inscription "D/5".

"Erika, what's that thing around your neck?"

“Proof of identity,” Erica said succinctly.

It is said that the Twilight race is given dog tags at birth to identify them and distinguish them from ordinary people.

The numbers on the dog tags represent their strength.

级别分为S、A、B、C、D，中间还有0、1、2、3、4、5六个小级别，D/5是最弱的，S/0最强。

Erika had been living in New York City, away from Yelkastrum for many years, which meant she never had the chance to change her dog tag.

"Boss, you're here too?"

A tiny voice called to Isaac, who turned to see George and Wilson standing behind him.

“I should have known better; this is one of the ships going there today,” Isaac laughed.

His two men arrived as agreed.

"Boss, is that your father?" The group walked to the side, and Wilson pointed to his father in the distance, who was chatting animatedly with a lady in a formal dress.

"Yes."

“I’ve seen him before.”

"Oh? Where is it?"

“I first met him three years ago at a strip club on Eighth Avenue in Manhattan,” Wilson said with a smile. “Back then, we were competing to see who could throw more tips at the dancers on stage. In the end, I conceded defeat. I never imagined that he was actually your father, the owner.”

"Tsk, how embarrassing..."

Isaac covered his face; he should have known what kind of person his father was long ago.

"But you are one too. You were a decent arms dealer back in the day, yet you didn't even make as much money as a doctor at a small hospital?"

"I don't know about that, but I saw him again at a Las Vegas arms show that same year, and he was there too."

"Oh?"

Isaac became interested; his father was a doctor, yet he would travel all that way to see an arms exhibition.

“I learned from listening in that your father might have some connection with the Mithril organization,” Wilson whispered. “And he was likely a high-ranking military officer.”

"'Mithril'?"

Isaac seemed to recognize the name, and then immediately thought of the nightclub membership card and the Mithril ID card that had fallen out of his father's pocket when he was looking through his father's clothes.

"Isn't that the name of a strip club?" Isaac asked in surprise.

After all, it fell out along with those membership cards, so Isaac instinctively thought of that possibility.

“Boss, haven’t you heard of it?” George said from the side. “It’s a very powerful mercenary organization in the world. Normal people probably haven’t heard of it. Boss, as someone who sells weapons, you’d better learn about it.”

"Okay, I'll ask around when I have the chance."

Just then, the ship roared to life, and everyone realized that they had arrived at their destination.

Chapter 495: This Place is Poisonous

“Extraordinary, Erica, we’ve arrived,” her father called from behind.

Isaac bid farewell to George and Wilson, and temporarily joined his father and Erica. George and Wilson, on the other hand, went to investigate the situation on their own.

I'm here to scout out the location. If needed, we can discuss some business beforehand.

As the crowd disembarked, Isaac's father said to Isaac, "When we get to Yelkastum, remember to stay close to me and don't wander off. If you need to go out, it's best to take Erica with you."

Is it dangerous here?

“It’s extremely dangerous. I wasn’t planning on bringing you here,” the father sighed. “This is probably one of the most chaotic places in the world.”

"Oh." Isaac nodded, but he didn't think much of it.

The group followed the flow of people to a station, and after paying a local driver, the three began their journey toward Yıldırım.

After handing the pass to the soldiers outside the city, they let Isaac and his two companions into the city, but when they saw the dog tag on Erica's chest, their eyes showed disgust.

What on earth is wrong with this city?

“This is the norm in this city,” the father said.

Yıldırım is the most chaotic city in this chaotic country. 80% of the city is made up of gangsters, and ordinary people can hardly find a place to walk.

Here, drugs and guns are rampant, and gambling, prostitution, and drugs are all readily available. Gun shops and brothels can be seen everywhere in the narrow and dilapidated streets, and scantily clad prostitutes openly solicit customers on the street. Screams and gasps can be heard from the alleys from time to time.

This place is like the dark side of the world.

Where are we going now?

"Go see an old friend of mine."

"Dad, you really have friends all over the world."

Walking along streets that looked like they hadn't been repaired in a long time, Isaac could tell that the local economy didn't seem to be doing very well.

Bullet holes can still be seen on the walls, and there is still blood on the road, indicating that the security situation here is also very bad.

The father observed Isaac's expression as he walked.

Aren't you scared?

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Isaac retorted.

"Aren't you afraid someone will suddenly rush out and point a gun at you?"

"Then he's a dead man, and there's even less to be afraid of when he's dead."