Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

With a soft thud, a gift box fell to the ground.

"Whoo~"

After firing the shot, she even pretended to blow on the muzzle, giving off a Western gunslinger vibe.

"Which one have you got your eye on? I'll get it for you."

"No, there's nothing in particular I want."

"Oh."

The remaining ninety-odd shots were left for Levi to play with. He turned around and saw Ayana and Robert wearing yukatas.

"Sorry, I went out to play as soon as I got here."

"No, that's not true. Young Master, please feel free to play there," Robert said with a smile.

"After all, I invited you all here... but to be honest, I really don't know what there is to do at the festival."

So Isaac took Ayana and Roberta for a stroll through the festival.

The festival here is very lively and crowded, and it's easy to get separated if you're not careful.

Besides various amusement park stalls, there are also many food stalls, so even if there's nothing to do, you can still eat to your heart's content here.

Before long, he was eating two boxes of takoyaki.

Ayana followed Isaac obediently from the very beginning.

"Acai."

"Ah? Yes!"

"Want to find somewhere to eat?" Isaac asked.

He bought a lot of snacks at once and found that he couldn't carry them all.

"it is good……"

The three of them found a seat away from the festival and sat down, opening the food they had bought earlier to eat.

Festivals are usually where the relationship between the male and female protagonists in comics deepens. After enjoying the wonderful festival activities, they sit on the ground and watch the magnificent fireworks in the night sky, expressing their feelings for each other.

That's how it should be, but Isaac was just there to have fun.

As for fireworks? Isaac would only think of them as a scene of missiles and anti-missile systems clashing.

Ayana sat down and glanced at the yukata she was wearing. She had taken the time to rent it from the shop. To be honest, she really hoped that Isaac would compliment her after seeing her dressed up.

However, this is something we can only think about for now.

"Miss Fujisawa..."

"Ok?"

Ayana noticed someone calling her and turned around to find Isaac's maid smiling at her, holding a cell phone in her hand.

Today, after changing into a yukata, Roberta took off the round-framed glasses that used to cover her entire face, and her hair changed from a dowdy braid to long, straight hair, giving her an intellectual and mature look.

'As expected, Rentaro is never short of beautiful women.'

In contrast, Isaac himself doesn't seem to have this awareness.

"What's wrong, Miss Roberta?" Ayana asked.

The maid's Japanese was very poor, but it was clear that she was trying her best to communicate with me.

"May I take a picture of you, please?"

"Huh? Sure, but why so suddenly?" Ayana asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The master said to let me take a picture of you back."

"'Master'? Could it be..."

Ayana was startled.

Without a doubt, the person who deserves this title is Isaac's father.

"W-w-w...Rentaro's father wants to see my photos?" Ayana began to stammer incoherently.

'What's going on? Has Rentaro's father found out I'm staying at his house? Why is he suddenly asking for my photos? No, if he finds out his son has a girlfriend and another girl is living with him, he'll definitely stop it, and then…'

"Don't be so nervous, the master is just curious," Robert said with a smile, trying to reassure him. "Just let me take a picture."

This morning he received a call from Isaac's father, who basically said, "I want to see who this brave soul is who would be interested in my stupid son." He was clearly bewildered by Isaac's call.

"Huh? Here? Can we go back after the festival? I need to touch up my makeup or something..." Ayana hurriedly waved her hand.

She didn't want to leave a bad impression on Isaac's father.

“It’s okay, you’re beautiful even without makeup,” Robert said in a strange Japanese accent.

"Well... I'll leave it to you."

"Ok."

With a click, Robert had already pressed the shutter button on his phone, taking a picture of Ayana Fujisawa and emailing it to Isaac's father.

Isaac, who was enjoying his meal, was suddenly struck by the phone vibrating in his pocket.

He opened it and saw that it was an email from his father:

'How could you bear to reject such a beautiful girl? Why did I have such a stupid son like you?'

"..."

Isaac remained expressionless; all he wanted to do now was complain to his mother.

Chapter 666: I can't be sure, so I should blame the boss no matter what.

After finishing everything on the table, Isaac checked the time and realized it was almost the end of the festival. He wondered how Levi was doing.

By now, the corks at the shooting range should be all gone.

The group stood up and walked towards the stall, where they found Levi grabbing the stall owner's clothes and cursing loudly.

"What the fuck! Bullshit! I'm not going to take this carp! They're stuffed full of lead anyway!"

"Let me go! I don't understand what you're saying, speak Japanese!"

"What was that? You just cussed me, didn't you...?"

"What's wrong, Levi? Why are you so angry?"

Isaac walked up to the two of them, pulled them apart, and smiled at Levi, saying, "It's not a big problem if you can't hit them. Look at me, I fired more than 500 shots and still couldn't hit them."

"That bastard actually put lead weights in the first prize!" Revy said angrily.

"Alright, calm down."

Isaac turned his gaze to the stall owner and asked, "Hey, is it true that you put lead weights in the prizes, sir?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Would it be convenient for me to check the prizes displayed on the shelf?"

"How can that be? Don't do things that put me in a difficult position," the boss said.

"Um..." Ayana said weakly from behind, "The shooting booths at the festival usually include lead weights in the prizes. It's a rule for supplements, so it's best not to point it out directly."

"Oh."

Isaac nodded, then his expression suddenly changed, and he reached out and grabbed his boss's collar.

"You motherfucker! Is it all your fault that I can't hit anything?!"

"No, customer! Your bullets didn't even touch the edge of the prize. Even if I didn't stuff anything in it, you still wouldn't be able to hit it."

"What did you say!?"

Seeing Isaac's expression as if he were about to persecute his innocent boss, Levi chimed in, while Ayana stood there bewildered. Robert pretended not to see anything.

"Mr. Isaac, what are you doing?" Locke, who had just returned from outside, saw Isaac looking like he was about to pin the old man running the shooting stall to the ground and beat him up, so he quickly pushed through the crowd to stop him.

"This bastard dares to deceive consumers."

"what?"

Just as the group was entangled in a dispute, a deep voice rang out.

"It's a rare festival, why can't we talk things out properly?"

"what?"

Isaac turned his head and saw two people walking towards him.

One was a girl wearing glasses and a school uniform from some unknown high school, and the other was a man wearing sunglasses and a trench coat.

The girl has the air of a literary young woman, and as for this strong-looking man in sunglasses... he looks like a ruthless guy.

"Boss, you're trying to get the mafia to stand up for you, aren't you?"

"No, no, no, I didn't!"

"cut."

Isaac released his boss and walked up to the man in sunglasses.

The two stood facing each other, an ominous atmosphere hanging over them, and the surrounding onlookers instinctively stepped back, afraid of being implicated.

Are you trying to meddle in my business?

"Sir, everyone is enjoying the festive atmosphere. Could you please put aside your anger for now?" the man in sunglasses said calmly. "Just to give me some face."

"You want me to give you face?" Isaac chuckled. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Just an ordinary person."

"Then I will refuse..."

“Wait, Mr. Isaac.” Locke suddenly blocked their way. “He’s not wrong. Didn’t you bring your family out for fun today? It’s not a good time to start a conflict.”

"...What you said seems to make some sense."

“That’s great…” Locke breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, they managed to persuade Isaac to come down to it.