Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Chapter 664: Ritual

"Satomi-kun... I must say, your cooking talent is quite remarkable..." The home economics teacher raised an eyebrow as she looked at Isaac's group.

"No, it's all thanks to the teachers' excellent instruction."

"I don't recall ever teaching you how to make beef stew in Burgundy."

"Be brave enough to try."

"But I taught you to make cookies this lesson! Why are you making this kind of thing?!"

"That's about right."

"It's way worse! Can't you even check what your other team members are doing?!"

Because of Isaac's insane behavior, the rest of the group simply ignored him and went about their own business.

If they can't make cookies in this class, their credits will be in danger.

Strangely enough, the entire classroom could smell the aroma of red wine and beef.

It was obvious that Isaac just wanted to make lunch during his home economics class.

While busy with his own work, Yuya Yamase asked, "Satomi-kun, may I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead and ask."

"What's your purpose in coming to this school? To avenge Fujisawa-kun?"

His words also caught the attention of the two classmates next to him.

"You really did ask a tricky question right off the bat," Isaac laughed. "My purpose is certainly not revenge, I'm just here to study and, incidentally, to get rid of some people I don't like, that's all."

"Is that really the case? If that's all there is to it, then didn't you go a bit too far before?"

Are you trying to figure out my true intentions?

"This……"

"Stop with your petty schemes. If you think your little tricks for dealing with middle schoolers will work on me, you'll only be making things worse," Isaac said calmly.

"..."

“I know most of the people in this class are bullying Ayana, but I don’t intend to wipe you all out. I’ll stop once I find the mastermind,” Isaac continued. “People always have to pay the price for their stupid actions, and I’m no exception.”

Yamase Yuya's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he still managed a forced smile and said, "Did you see my classmate find out who was behind this?"

Isaac gave Yamase Yuya a meaningful look, and the forced smile on his face sent chills down Isaac's spine.

"almost."

……

At the end of the home economics class, everyone in the group handed in the cookies they had made, including Isaac's group.

Although he was doing other things the whole time, the other three team members were still diligently making cookies.

"Rentaro...this is for you."

After class, Ayana took out a small box of cookies she had made in class and handed it to Isaac.

"Oh, thank you."

Isaac took the box, opened it, and put one in his mouth.

"Um... how does it taste?" Ayana asked, a little nervous but also expectant.

"The taste is not bad."

"Great."

“But it’s still a ways off from what I’ve achieved,” Isaac said, nodding.

"..."

She had gotten used to Isaac's personality after spending a few days with him.

Tsukamoto Miho also packed her things and came out of the classroom. As she passed Ayana, she chuckled softly, "Looks like you delivered it. That's great."

"Yes, that's great." Ayana's eyes instantly turned cold. "You've escaped with your life."

"..."

In Ayana's eyes, Isaac already has a girlfriend, and she has to work hard if she wants to stay by his side. If she lets others interfere at this time, she is afraid that her situation will become dangerous again.

This fear can twist into murderous intent.

"Don't make jokes like that again, Miho."

After she finished speaking, she caught up with Isaac, who was walking ahead.

Miho looked in the direction of the two and chuckled softly.

"Things have changed quite a bit, Ayana."

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Having been invited by Locke to attend the festival, Isaac naturally had to go too. He'd been in Japan for several days and hadn't gone out to play at all.

After school, he, Ayana, and Revy got into the company car and drove towards Tokyo.

There was a festival next to Kabukicho, so they took the opportunity to go and have some fun, which was something Isaac had already agreed on with them.

Of course, the necessary tasks still needed to be done. He instructed his subordinates to continue monitoring Yamase Yuya's movements and arranged personnel at all entrances and exits in the Shirasaki area to ensure everything was in order.

When he returns, it will be time to settle the score.

Roberta also took off her maid outfit, which was quite unusual for her, and put on a yukata used for the festival.

"That's great, the loose yukata didn't expose your strong biceps and those terrifying eight-pack abs." Wearing a cotton hat and black leggings, Revy complained to Robert, who was dressed in traditional Japanese attire.

“Really? There’s nothing wrong with it.” Robert spun around in his clogs. “Young Master saw my figure back then, and his eyes were practically glued to me.”

"Yeah, I bet he's mostly envious."

Isaac was genuinely envious of those muscular physiques.

Although he inherited Sloth's terrifying strength, his physique remained unchanged, and no matter how much he exercised, his body seemed to be fixed and he wouldn't gain any muscle.

"Levi, I heard that you need to change into a yukata to come to the festival."

"I don't want to wear such light and airy clothes."

Levi looked extremely unhappy.

He had initially thought it was just him and Isaac at the festival, but it turned out he had brought everyone along, including Robert. As for the other one…

She turned her head and saw Fujisawa Ayana, who was also wearing a pink yukata and had her hair tied in a single ponytail.

Her exposed smooth neck and collarbone, combined with her lovely face, perfectly showcased the youthful charm of a girl her age.

When Ayana saw Levi looking in her direction, she lowered her head nervously.

To be honest, I feel like I've been caught cheating by my decent girlfriend.

“Tch.” Levi didn’t look at her again, but asked Robert, “Where’s Isaac? I haven’t seen him since he arrived.”

"He seems to have taken Mr. Locke somewhere, and disappeared as soon as we arrived here... Oh, I see."

Robert pointed in a direction.

The group looked in that direction at the same time and discovered it was a shooting stall.

A bizarre scene is unfolding here.

Locke, dressed in work clothes and a tie, looked speechless; Isaac, holding a gun, looked gloomy; and as for the stall owner…

He had a big smile on his face, and kept counting the banknotes in his hands.

Chapter 665: I Just Want to Tell Someone

“Um… Mr. Isaac, that’s good enough,” Locke said, embarrassed.

Isaac had Locke bring him to the shooting stall earlier.

Seeing this 'rifle' that spews out cork from the muzzle, Isaac's expression was quite subtle, but he still took out his money and bought a few rounds to play with.

These stalls use corks to seal gifts placed on shelves; if a gift falls to the ground, it's theirs.

In the end, Isaac fired several shots but failed to shoot down a single gift. Frustrated and embarrassed, he bought several hundred more shooting opportunities from the shop owner, determined to fight back against the gift-givers.

Incidentally, the aiming assistance function in the mechanical eye requires the inclusion of firearm data, while Isaac's eye contains data on almost all the firearms in this world.

But toy guns are an exception.

"Damn it, why?"

"Don't you have any self-awareness?" Locke sighed from the side. "Stop playing around. The money you've spent at this stall could buy all the gifts here."

"This is not about money."

Isaac took his wallet out of his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Two hundred more shots."

Thank you for your patronage!

The boss was grinning so hard his mouth was practically reaching his ears.

He loves customers who keep giving him money but never take a single gift. The way he looks at Isaac is like he's looking at God.

This opening alone will be enough for him to live on for a year.

"Isaac, you're here! I've been looking for you for ages." Levi walked over from a distance and said to Isaac, who looked pale. "What's wrong? I haven't seen you since earlier."

"I am fighting with myself right now."

"Oh?"

Levi glanced at the toy gun in Isaac's hand, then at the gifts on the shelf.

"Your marksmanship is terrible."

"Tsk."

"I'll give it a try."

Levi snatched the gun from Isaac's hand, corked it, twirled it, and pulled the trigger at the shelf in front of her.