Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"..."

The father was somewhat perplexed, and could only attribute Isaac's change to the side effects of being a 'listener'.

In this city, everyone on the street looked like a thug. Whenever they saw Isaac and his group, they would spit on the ground if they even glanced at Erica.

Some people were muttering words like "monster" or "stay away."

"Dad."

"What's wrong?" the father asked. "Do you want to confront those people from earlier?"

"I want to kill them."

"Ahem! Don't be so violent, that's not good."

Erica quietly took Isaac's hand and whispered, "I'm fine."

As time went by, the group finally arrived at their father's destination, downstairs at a shop called 'BASTARD'.

Isaac looked inside and saw a group of scantily clad women chatting and laughing, occasionally making physical contact with male customers who had lewd smiles on their faces.

What kind of store is this?

"brothel."

"Dad, are you trying to make your son grow up too fast? Bringing me to a place like this." Isaac looked at his father with disdain. "The old friend you're talking about isn't the prostitute you used to frequent, is it?"

"Of course not! Is your dad really that bad in your eyes?"

Just as the father and son were arguing, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a scar on the corner of his mouth came out and greeted Isaac's father with a big laugh.

"Long time no see, Yao Dabao."

“Luca, long time no see.” His father smiled and walked over to shake his hand. “I brought Erica back for a while this time. Oh right, this is my son Yao Feifan. You can also call him Isaac.”

The man named Luca crouched down and said, "Hello, little Isaac, welcome to Yercaster. My name is Luca Cristiano."

"Hello, Mr. Cristiano."

"Don't be so formal. I'm your father's friend. Just call me uncle."

"Uncle, how many girlfriends does my dad have at your shop?"

"That's a lot..."

"Ah!! Well, let's go inside and talk." The father quickly interrupted their conversation and went inside first.

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In an office at the top of the store, Isaac's father and Luca sat facing each other at a desk.

Luca poured him a glass of red wine and asked, "How did you come to this place again? When you left Yerkastum, you said you wouldn't come back unless something happened."

“Erika fought with someone in New York, which was my own mistake,” the father said with a wry smile. “We’ve run out of inhibitors at home, so we had to come here to get some. If possible, it would be best to have her tested as well.”

"Oh, I see. But why did you bring your son along?"

"He insisted on coming along, and there was nothing I could do," the father said, sounding a bit of a headache.

"Hahaha, it's alright, it's alright, this is my territory, he'll be perfectly safe here." Luca laughed loudly, "Aren't you going to stay here a little longer? My ladies here are really missing you."

"Don't talk nonsense!!"

"Hahaha, you've really changed a lot since you got married."

Next to the desk was a photo frame containing a group photo of a young Luca and a muscular bald man. That bald man was Yao Dabao, Isaac's father.

“Speaking of which, it must be quite boring for your son to be here all by himself. A twelve-year-old doesn’t have much to do when he goes out,” Luca laughed. “My daughter is ten years old this year, so she can take Isaac out to play.”

"Good work."

"Why are you being so polite with me? If you hadn't saved my life back then, I would be dead by now."

The two opened the door, ready to go out and find Isaac.

However, their expressions immediately turned strange when they saw what was happening before them.

A group of hot young women in the store were holding young Isaac in their arms.

"This little boy is so cute!"

"I heard he's Mr. Yao's son."

"really?"

"Little one, what's your name? Would you like to play with us older sisters?"

Feeling the two lumps of fat on his head and the hands constantly pinching his face, Isaac's face darkened.

The father, standing some distance away, had a subtle expression on his face: "Why wasn't I this popular back then?"

"Hahahaha." Luca laughed heartlessly from the side.

Chapter 496: Loretta

"I can't stand this place anymore, now I smell like perfume all over myself."

Having finally escaped from the group of women, Isaac grabbed the cologne his father always carried and sprayed it all over himself.

"Isn't it good to have so many pretty girls surrounding you?"

"What a load of rubbish!"

Luca, standing to the side, looked at Isaac and his son with a smile and teased, "Your son really doesn't resemble you at all. If you were surrounded by a group of ladies, you would be overjoyed."

"Don't talk nonsense," the father immediately retorted.

His biggest worry now is that if Isaac goes home and tells on him, he'll probably never see the sun rise again.

"Uncle, how did you and my dad meet?" Isaac asked Luca.

“Oh, that’s the question?” Luca smiled. “Back then, your father came to Yelkastum for tourism, and I happened to be a novice hoodlum. We saw people here bullying a little girl of the Twilight race, and we couldn’t stand it, so we stepped in. We’ve known each other ever since.”

“I see. Then what about the Twilight People on this street?” Isaac asked again.

This question silenced both the father and Luca.

"It's a complicated story. Due to historical issues, the people of this country are very hostile to people of the Twilight race. There were even large-scale demonstrations in the past, and there were cases where mobs on the streets killed a large number of people of the Twilight race."

"Didn't the government do anything about it?"

“This kind of thing happens because they don’t care,” Luca said. “They are all people abandoned by this country.”

Hearing Luca's explanation, Isaac recalled what he had seen and heard in his previous world. The fates of the Twilight Race and the Cursed Children were remarkably similar. They possessed extremely high combat power, yet were despised by people.

"I just saw a lot of women downstairs with signs around their necks. Are they all of the Twilight race?"

“Yes,” Luca laughed. “After all, my uncle’s organization was specifically established to protect the Twilight race.”

"Oh."

Isaac nodded in understanding.

When Erica arrived, the people around her looked at her with disgust because of her identity.

However, he did not forget his purpose in coming here; he came to scout the location in advance for future development.

"I feel a bit stuffy here, can we go out and play for a while?"

"Try not to go too far," the father said. "The area around this shop is at least safe. If you go a little further away, you might run into some thugs."

"Okay, I won't go far," Isaac replied.

……

As soon as he left the appliance store, Isaac pulled out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Hey? George, where are you guys right now?"

“Boss, we’re on Eighth Street right now,” George said. “Wilson’s at a brothel, and I’m having a drink at a bar outside. Want to come over?”

"...Never mind, I was originally planning to ask you guys to go out and check out the gun shops here, but I'll go by myself now," Isaac said helplessly.

Anyway, there's still plenty of time, so the main thing is to find out what business opportunities we can find here.

From what I can see now, this is a chaotic and filthy place, rife with crime, gangs everywhere, and killers roaming the streets.

However, this is a good thing for the arms trade, at least their demand for weapons never stops.

"This place is really nice," Isaac thought to himself, and smiled unconsciously.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you laughing so creepily?"

Just then, Isaac heard the voice of a young girl beside him.

Turning around at the sound, I saw a little girl with golden hair standing next to me with her hands on her hips.

"Who are you, little friend?"

“When you call someone a kid, please remember you’re not that much older than me,” the little girl said dismissively. “My name is Loretta Cristiano Amodio, and you must be Isaac.”

Cristiano?

Isaac asked, "Are you Uncle Luca's daughter?"

“Yes, Father asked me to take you to play around nearby for a while. Honestly, what is there to do on this street?” Loretta sighed.

The way she speaks doesn't sound like a child at all.

"How old are you, miss?"

“Nine, no, ten years old,” Loretta said.

"..."

It seems this child has been through quite a lot.

That's certainly true. As the daughter of a gang leader, her experiences and knowledge from a young age are quite different from those of children raised in a sheltered environment.

"I can show you around the neighborhood, but don't get scared by what happens on the way," Loretta said with a mischievous smile. "This isn't the peaceful country you usually live in."

"..."

Finally, the day came when Isaac was looked down upon by a ten-year-old girl.

"Okay, let's go."

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