Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"what?"

“Your father must be a high-ranking member of the international mercenary organization ‘Mithril.’ Mithril should have many connections, so I think he can take good care of these children.”

"Hmm...that's a good idea."

With that thought in mind, Isaac immediately pulled out his phone.

Calling the US from Romania would cost exorbitant amounts of money, but Isaac didn't care about that small sum.

The call was made.

"Hey?"

“Hello? Dad, it’s me,” Isaac said.

"Feifan, it's been two months since you last contacted home. You've really been busy," his father said with a hint of complaint. "Did you find out something by calling this time?"

"Not yet. They didn't find anything in the US, so I went to other places to investigate."

Where did you run off to?

"Romania."

"Huh? You went all this way?" The father was also startled. "Did you find out anything?"

"No, but something happened here."

Isaac told his father everything that had happened, but of course he concealed the fact that he was in the arms business.

After listening, the father remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I understand. I will send people to pick them up and find a place for them to start a new life."

"Thank you for your help," Isaac said, hanging up the phone.

This matter is temporarily resolved.

Just then, two figures approached Isaac, and he turned around to see two timid little girls.

Chapter 520: Gemini & Testing

"What's wrong, little one?"

Isaac smiled as he looked at the two little girls tugging at his clothes.

Their clothes were tattered, but their long silver hair was pleasing to the eye.

Both children are quite cute and look to be around seven years old, which is relatively young among the group of children.

Isaac had previously seen the destroyed document, which showed that the two women were originally going to be sold to Germany, but fortunately he had rescued them beforehand.

"Big brother, where are you going to sell us?" one of the girls asked worriedly.

“Your brother doesn’t intend to sell you.” Isaac stroked her little head. “You will start a new life in a new place.”

A new life?

“Yes, I get to eat a hot breakfast every morning, and I get to learn and make new friends at school every day,” Isaac laughed. “And I get to sleep soundly in a warm bed at night.”

“Really?” another girl asked.

The two girls look very similar and appear to be sisters.

"No more being forced to crawl on the ground and eat dog food every day?"

"Need not."

"Of course it's true."

"No more being woken up by a whip every day?"

"will not."

"Won't it be split into five or six pieces like my sisters and thrown into the storage room?"

"will not."

Benson, who had been standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore and silently walked out the door, covering his eyes.

Isaac looked at the two sisters and continued, "Let bygones be bygones. You must learn to look forward. Your future will be very bright."

The two sisters were stunned; no one had ever said such things to them before.

The person in front of me... seems to be a good person.

"Then... can we live with you?" the two sisters asked in unison.

"No."

Isaac answered their question bluntly, and the two sisters both looked disappointed.

Then, warm hands were placed on their heads.

“You won’t be happy following me.” Isaac maintained his smile. “I’m not a good person.”

……

As Isaac stepped outside, he saw Benson with a gloomy expression.

"Damn it! Damn it..."

This experience was a huge blow to him. He angrily pounded his fist on the wall, and blood gradually seeped from his hands.

Just as he was about to continue fighting, Isaac grabbed his wrist.

"What's wrong with you? We're going to make a deal with other organizations soon. Even though your injury won't affect our operations, you should at least keep yourself in good shape," Isaac said, frowning.

“I don’t understand, boss,” Benson said, his face filled with sorrow and anger. “Why…why do these children have to suffer like this?!”

Isaac heard his question and knew what had happened to this man.

Benson had a family before the Vietnam War began. He wanted to join the army in response to the country's call, but was dismissed after the war ended. After he couldn't find a job, his wife and children left him.

He had a child, and that child is probably the same age as these little girls now.

“They’re just victims of political turmoil,” Isaac said calmly. “It’s something we can’t change. And it’s not just them; there are many children in the world like them.”

"Is there... nothing we can change...?"

“We can’t change the past,” Isaac said. “What we can do is give the children who survived a future.”

"Is that so..."

Benson felt a little better and rubbed his injured hand.

When is the next trade?

"Today, I'll get myself together and catch up."

"Yes!"

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There was more than one gang in one city in Romania, and it only took Isaac about two hours to get to another transaction location.

The transaction did not take place indoors, but outdoors.

Opposite them was the head of a family, with a row of bodyguards in black standing behind him.

On the other hand, Isaac had several large crates placed in front of him, and behind him was a group of menacing soldiers.

Having experienced what happened before, these soldiers had no goodwill towards the country's gangs, as if they would raise their guns and shoot at the slightest order from their boss.

The guns they were holding even had the safety off.

“Mr. Skorp, we’ve brought you twenty RPGs and fifty AK-47s, along with a thousand rounds of ammunition. I don’t know if you’re already unhappy with the Romanian government, but that has nothing to do with our deal.”

"It would be wonderful if you could understand."

This gang leader named Sk is much better than the previous leader who was ordered to be killed by Isaac; at least he's refined and easygoing.

He placed several suitcases in front of Isaac and said, "This is the US dollars we have prepared."

“Hmm, very good,” Isaac said, ordering someone to come and take the money, while the other people came and took away the box on Isaac’s side.

At that moment, Isaac suddenly asked, seemingly casually, "By the way, do you have any places around here where you shoot 'that kind of' movies?"

Upon hearing this question, Skor paused abruptly: "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"You know, those kinds of movies, all gory, with little girls in them." Isaac deliberately gave a wicked look. "Actually, I'm quite interested in them. Could you tell me more about them?"

"enough!"

Sk suddenly roared, walked up to Isaac, and grabbed him by the collar.

Isaac's soldiers all raised their guns and pointed them at the other side, while the gangsters on the other side also picked up their pistols and pointed them at them. Tensions were high between the two sides.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you so excited?" Isaac laughed.

"Listen, on behalf of my family, I thank you for this batch of weapons, but I will never touch that disgusting stuff you're talking about in my entire life!"

Upon hearing this, Isaac's lips curled into a smile. He grabbed the hand that was gripping his collar and threw him away.

thump!

"You bastard!" The henchmen on the other side couldn't sit still anymore after seeing their boss suffer.

"Don't get excited, everyone." Isaac didn't care at all, straightened his collar and snapped his fingers.

George and Benson carried several wooden crates to them, opened them, and found a hundred guns and a thousand rounds of ammunition that had been sold to another family.

“What do you mean by that?” Sk asked, frowning.

“I’ve never had the habit of taking back what I’ve sold,” Isaac laughed. “I’m very satisfied with you. These weapons are yours for the taking. Perhaps we’ll have the opportunity to cooperate long-term.”

Only then did Sk realize that everything Isaac had said before was a test.

If he is like the previous leader, his soldiers will open fire immediately.

Chapter 521: The Twins Who Sneaked onto the Ship

Two days have passed since all the transactions were completed.

Some of these children have emerged from the nightmare, and although there is still no smile on their faces, at least they are able to live normal lives.

They initially thought Isaac and his group would sell them to someone else, but after spending the last few days together, they realized that Isaac had no intention of harming them.

Over the same period of time, the Isaacto people sought out local psychologists for counseling and were assured that their future lives would be much better.

Today, the ships of 'Mithril' sailed here.