Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Damn it!!" They slammed the expensive teapot on the table to the ground, their faces turning ashen.

After 'crying,' Princess Charlotte on stage continued her speech:

"We cannot be manipulated by them. Even if I am the only one left, I will stand up and reclaim the land and dignity that rightfully belong to us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, cheers erupted from the audience like a tidal wave.

"Well done, Your Highness!"

"You're not alone! You have us too!"

"Down with the traitors! Long live the princess!"

"Long live the Princess!"

……

Isaac, who was inside the palace, watched all this unfold. He stepped outside, his smile gradually turning sinister, and said, "It's time to make our move!"

What happened next left the audience stunned.

boom!

A loud gunshot rang out. Blood splattered on the princess's shoulder, and after a moment of stunned silence, she slowly collapsed from the stage.

Just as he collapsed onto the stage, he was caught by Isaac, who was dressed in casual clothes.

The people watching this scene were stunned.

"It's the minister! The minister's snipers, they want to kill the princess!"

Isaac, who was holding Princess Charlotte, suddenly roared.

However, this voice, coupled with Princess Charlotte lying in a pool of blood, completely ignited their already burning anger.

"Minister, I'll fuck your grandpa!"

"You beast!!"

"Who's coming with me! Let's kill them!!"

The public's outburst of anger spread like a tidal wave, and in an instant, the entire square was filled with the sounds of battle.

But if you look closely, there is actually no wound on the princess's shoulder. The blood-red stain is just tomato sauce, but the people have long since lost control of such things.

They grabbed whatever they could carry and marched off in a large group to find the remaining ministers.

The ministers were completely panicked and called out to their servants, "How many guards are left? Even one left doesn't matter. Protect us as we leave."

"Sorry, all the guards have left."

"Then you protect me. I have a lot of money. As long as you leave here, I can give you a large commission." The minister's fear had been ignited, and he pleaded for help from the servants he had previously summoned and dismissed at will.

“I’m sorry, Your Excellency,” the servant’s voice lacked its former respect, “I will not protect a beast.”

At this point, he took out a fruit knife from behind his back and slowly approached the minister.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel?" The minister was dumbfounded as he watched the servant walking towards him with a knife. He looked closely into the servant's eyes and was shocked to find them filled with flames of anger.

"You're wrong, this is a sanction!"

The moment the servant finished speaking, the door was smashed open with a loud bang, and an angry mob swarmed in and surrounded the minister.

"Let me go... let me go..." The minister was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder, but before he could finish speaking, he was slammed to the ground with a stick, and the angry crowd hurled weapons at him.

Before long, the minister was no longer recognizable as a human.

Meanwhile, in the square, the princess slowly opened her eyes and looked around. "Just as Mr. Isaac predicted."

This was a play they had planned long ago.

Violet played the sniper, though it wasn't a real gun; gunpowder was used to simulate the sound of firing, and then a slingshot was used to launch 'ammunition' filled with tomato juice. Then the princess feigned death, and everything fell into place naturally.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Isaac shouted, "The princess is still alive!"

Chapter 77: The Queen's Development Plan

"Hey young man, interested in the New Rhodesells Army?" On the street, a bearded man stopped a young man.

"The New Rhodesell Army? What's that?"

"It's our self-organized volunteer army; anyone can sign up." The uncle handed a leaflet to the young man. "We're not here to protect those traitors of this country, but for Princess Charlotte! To defeat Fruger and reclaim our land!"

When he talked about Princess Charlotte, the man's eyes were filled with fervor.

"Is that Princess Charlotte? Great! I'll join!" The young man was excited when he heard what the older man said and immediately agreed to join.

From then on, Princess Charlotte's image in the eyes of the people of Rhodesel was extremely lofty. Despite her small stature, she resisted Frugel and the parasites of the country, stood on the side of the people to inspire their fighting spirit, and was even assassinated by those damned ministers.

Her miraculous survival made the nation believe that heaven was protecting the princess.

The young man took the flyer and headed toward the registration area. For the young people of this country, nothing was more effective than the phrase "for Princess Charlotte."

The country is heading in an uncontrollable direction, and no one knows whether the outcome will be good or bad.

At this time, in the royal palace.

Cheers! x3

Isaac, Violet, and Princess Charlotte are celebrating the success of their 'performance,' and everything is clearly proceeding smoothly according to plan.

Isaac downed his drink in one gulp, while Violet and Charlotte had fruit juice in theirs.

"Everyone performed exceptionally well this time," Isaac laughed, patting Violet's head. "Violet's timing of the 'gunshot' and her precise application of the ketchup are truly admirable; she's worthy of being my subordinate."

Violet also showed a rare happy smile; she had always felt that being praised by Isaac was the motivation for her work.

Princess Charlotte, watching the two interacting, pouted and tugged at Isaac's clothes in dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Isaac asked Charlotte.

Charlotte looked at Isaac with displeasure and pointed to her own little head.

"Oh? Headache? Then I'll go find the royal physician in a bit..." Isaac said, getting up.

"That's not what I meant!!" Charlotte roared angrily.

I always thought this person was slow-witted, but why is he so slow-witted!

"What do you think of my performance, Mr. Isaac?" Charlotte asked, patting her chest.

"Very good! Her speech was emotionally engaging and well-paced." This was a very fair assessment. He had initially thought that the ten-year-old princess would lose her composure and stammer on stage. But her final performance was absolutely brilliant. If it weren't all part of Isaac's plan, he would have been fooled himself.

This shows that Princess Charlotte's will was indeed very strong.

"Then why do you only praise Violet?" Charlotte asked, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

I want to be praised by Mr. Isaac too, and I want to be patted on the head! Why are you two the only ones being all lovey-dovey?!

"what?"

Isaac didn't realize it at first, but then he seemed to understand something.

Looking at Princess Charlotte, I thought: She's still just a child. Even with a strong will to defy fate, she still has a little competitive mentality, just like a kindergarten child who sees other children with little red flowers and wants the teacher to give her one too.

Feeling that he understood everything, Isaac stood up and patted Princess Charlotte's head as well: "Well... um... you did a very good job."

Feeling the touch and warmth coming from above her head, Charlotte blushed and gave a soft hum, then secretly glanced at Violet with a smug look.

See that? This princess has successfully turned the tables.

Violet: "?"

Wow, does that expression mean she completely disregards this princess? I'm so angry!

Princess Charlotte was annoyed by Violet's puzzled expression. "Do you think I'm that weak? Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you're by Isaac's side every day?"

Princess Charlotte's inner monologue was incomprehensible not only to Violet, but also to Isaac, who removed his hand from the princess's head and sat back down in his chair.

"Now that the curtain has been raised, it's time to get down to business," Isaac said after a couple of coughs. "The people's trust in you has reached a certain level, so now it's time to bring them victory."

"If my estimation is correct, in the next few days, the Flüger side will issue an ultimatum and then launch a full-scale attack on Rhodesell. What we need to do is perfectly defend against their attack and cripple them, giving the people confidence."

The implication is that this time, we can only get things done and deliver real results to the people.

"I'll do whatever Mr. Isaac says." Princess Charlotte was completely obedient to Isaac's words.

In fact, no one, including Isaac, realized that Princess Charlotte had developed a sense of dependence on Isaac.

Just as the people who felt betrayed by their country developed a strong sense of adoration for the princess who understood their suffering after Charlotte ignited their emotions, her adoration and dependence on Isaac, who had been abandoned by everyone including her own father and then had her will to rebel ignited by Isaac, had reached a terrifying level.

Of course, Isaac didn't know this, he just felt that this little brat seemed to lack his own opinions.

“Your Highness, I think sometimes you should think about how to play your next move, after all, you will be the queen someday…”

“Mr. Isaac, you can just call me Charlotte.” Princess Charlotte smiled brightly. “I will learn how to do it gradually. For now, I will leave it to Mr. Isaac.”

"Hmm, that makes sense. You still have a lot to learn."

The group celebrated until very late.

"Your Highness, it's time for bed." A middle-aged maid called to Princess Charlotte from the doorway; she was the court lady who had taken care of the princess since she was a child.

When the princess announced her seizure of power, most people in the palace dared not approach her, except for her.

“Okay, Alberta, it’ll be ready soon.” Then she said to Isaac and Alberta, “I’m sorry, but if possible, please come to the palace to see me again tomorrow. I still have a lot to learn.”

After saying that, he left the room.

The lady-in-waiting named Alberta looked at Isaac and hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Your Excellency Isaac, although I do not believe I am qualified to question you, I still hope you can answer one question for me."

"You don't need to be so respectful to me. Just ask me any questions you may have."

"Then, if I may be so bold as to ask, are you taking advantage of Her Highness the Princess?"

Upon hearing this question, Isaac took a sip of his drink and said, "Don't overestimate this country, and don't overestimate the importance of its princess. In my opinion, there's absolutely nothing in this country that I could use."

"Then why..."

“Because it’s an equal exchange, Charlotte is using her and the country’s future as a bargaining chip, so I naturally need to help her,” Isaac said. “If it were just her status as a princess, she wouldn’t be qualified to trade with me, but Charlotte, with her strong will, is. I’m very curious to know where her future will lead.”

"I have high hopes for her."

Chapter 78: You Lack Respect for Us

Rhodesell has been in turmoil these past few days; workers aren't working properly, and students aren't studying properly either, they're out protesting all the time.

People's hearts were filled with madness, and they demanded that the remaining ministers be punished.