Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“…She used to be my friend, we were very close when we were kids.” Ayana pursed her lips. “I don’t think she’s the same kind of person as those who hurt me.”

"They're definitely not the same type of people."

At least we got a list of people who needed to be investigated from her.

But why did she tell me this? Was it simply for Ayana's sake? Or did she have some other purpose?

Just as Isaac was thinking, Ayana suddenly hugged him tightly.

"what happened?"

“Rentaro, I was able to escape from hell because of your existence.” Ayana slowly tightened her arms. “But… I’m so scared… scared that Rentaro will suddenly leave me one day, scared that everything right now is just a dream.”

She often wondered how she should face life if Isaac suddenly disappeared from her sight one day.

She was afraid, and dared not even imagine it.

"Don't worry, at least I won't leave you now." Isaac had no other choice but to pat Ayana's hair to comfort her.

Ayana released the person in front of her, looked up at her, and her beautiful eyes were slightly misty.

"Please don't leave me."

"I know."

Their faces were very close; Isaac could kiss her lips with just a slight tilt of his head. Ayana closed her eyes at that moment.

But he won't do that.

……

If he doesn't do that, then some people will get anxious.

For example, the snipers in the buildings surrounding the school.

They were observing the situation on the rooftop with sniper rifles in hand, watching the battle from the moment the Isaacra people came up to fight, just like watching a TV series.

"Damn it! Boss, just go ahead and kiss him!"

"It's making me so anxious!"

"I would have already smacked him. Is the boss an idiot?"

It's clear that even Isaac's unseen enemies are spreading rumors about him, including his own employees.

"By the way, isn't the boss supposed to be invulnerable to bullets and knives? Why don't we just shoot him in the back of the head? Won't he just keep kissing him then?"

"Good idea, who will fire the shot?"

"..."

No one spoke up then.

Even knowing that bullets cannot kill their boss, and would not even leave a wound, no one would dare to fire a shot.

But I was so anxious watching it that I wanted to rush to the rooftop and push the boss's head down.

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Meanwhile, on the playground.

"Just leave this damn good-for-nothing here. He's really asking for trouble with the boss."

"He only showed off a little in second grade, and he really thought he was someone important."

After beating Tokiwa Ren badly all over, the group of delinquents threw her onto the playground and swaggered away.

Ren Tokiwa lay on the ground, recalling Ayana's shy yet happy expression beside Isaac, and her own helplessness in front of him, and slammed her fist into the ground despite the pain.

"What a terrible day."

"Young man, you seem to need help."

Just then, he saw someone standing beside him.

He lay flat on the ground, unable to see the face of the person in front of him in the glaring sunlight, except that the mysterious person seemed to have long silver-white hair.

"Who...are you?"

"Nice to meet you, Ren Tokiwa." The man smiled. "I'm here to help you. You can call me Mr. Ag."

Chapter 649: Mr. Ag

"You want to help me?"

Tokiwa Ren struggled to her feet and looked at the person beside her.

The man who called himself Mr. Ag was wearing a cloak and a hood, and it was obvious that he was not a student of this school. Apart from the long silver hair hanging from the hood, his face could not be seen clearly.

However, he discovered that he was not alone; there was also a burly man over two meters tall beside him.

This burly man was completely covered up in an oversized hoodie, with gloves on his hands and even his face hidden inside. Just standing there silently exuded a strong sense of oppression.

“That’s right, I’m here to help you,” the man said with a smile. “You want to teach that student named Satomi Rentaro a lesson, right?”

"What I want to do is not just teach him a lesson."

Tokiwa Ren stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

“I know, after all, not everyone can tolerate having their beloved girl stolen away,” Mr. Ag said. “It’s just that you’re not strong enough to defeat him.”

"Humph."

“However, this man next to me can help you,” he said, pointing to the burly man wrapped up tightly beside him.

"Him? Someone who never even shows his face?"

"You'll regret seeing his face, but he can help you defeat Rentaro Satomi."

"...Who exactly are you?" Tokiwa Ren looked at the silver-haired man in front of her with a cold face. "You shouldn't be a student at our school, right?"

“Mr. Ag, I’ve already told you this before,” he said with a smile. “That’s enough. Now it’s up to you to see how you perform.”

After saying this, he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Tokiwa Ren wanted to chase after him and question him, but he was stopped by the burly man he had left behind.

"Get out of the way!"

He threw a punch at the two-meter-tall figure in front of him, but his fist made a 'clang' sound when it touched the figure's body.

'Metal?'

Touching his slightly aching fist, he looked ahead and found that Mr. Ag had vanished without a trace.

'Who exactly is that person who calls himself Mr. Ag?'

He withdrew his gaze and shifted his attention back to the burly man in front of him.

Who are you?

"..."

The burly man remained silent, standing there like a cold machine.

"Tch, they're all so secretive."

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The camera then shifts to Isaac's side.

After having lunch on the rooftop, I returned to the classroom with Ayana.

During this time, he also called George to ask him to investigate the guy named Yamase Yuya.

Since Miho Tsukamoto had mentioned this name to him, it was necessary to investigate this person.

The message was sent out, and the other side was very efficient, replying to Isaac very quickly.

"Boss, our intelligence department has reinvestigated the man you mentioned earlier named Yamase Yuya and found some clues."

"Ok?"

Isaac looked at his phone; George had already sent him a document along with several pictures.

"According to the original information, this Yuya Yamase was a model student, and his family owned a flower shop, but he came from a single-parent family," George wrote in the information. "This is a photo of his home."

Isaac looked at the photo and realized that his home was a typical Japanese garden.

Although Shirasaki is not a high-priced area, a house like this must have cost a lot of money. It's rather strange that a single-parent family that runs a flower shop would have the money to buy such a large house here.

"We also discovered that this person's mother had a relationship with the target's father, Fujisawa Soichiro, when she was young. However, this relationship ended after she married Fujisawa Yuki. Nine months later, Yamase Yuya was born."

"..."

The relationships are so complicated.

"We are currently in talks with the local hospital to see if we can find any clues in the DNA."

Isaac frowned and pressed the button on his phone to send a message to George.

"What do all these things have to do with whether he's a member of 'Amalgam'?"

He didn't want to know about those 'chaotic' things in the entertainment industry; all he wanted to know was who the hidden agent was.

"Boss, please let me finish. Just yesterday, after you set up the information interception device on the rooftop, we intercepted a message from Yamase Yuya's phone this morning. However, the content was all garbled. We initially thought there was something wrong with his phone, but it must have been done on purpose."

"I see……"

Isaac stroked his chin, deep in thought.

The only thing in the world capable of transmitting information from IW's control is the all-pervasive 'mercury alloy'.

In other words, it is highly likely that Yuya Yamase knows people from 'Amalgam', or even is one of them.

Sitting in the classroom, Isaac looked back and saw that the squinty-eyed Yamase Yuya was also attending class very seriously, and there was no change in his appearance.

"This guy... he really hid it well before."

Now that the target has been identified, the next step is to have Balalaika come and kidnap the person.

Another body may be found in Tokyo Bay.

At that moment, Isaac's phone vibrated again.

The message came from one of the snipers he had placed around the school.