Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"..." The envoy almost turned around and left when he saw Isaac there.

He was traumatized by his last visit here. King Freuger had asked him to come back, but he was the one who signed the agreements every time, and the king couldn't find a more suitable candidate, so he sent him anyway.

The envoy was filled with anxiety on the way, hoping only that he would not run into that black-haired bastard again.

However, it backfired.

"Don't worry, you're here to give me money today, I won't lay a hand on you," Isaac said with a smile.

You'd be a fool to believe that!

Although he thought this to himself, the envoy still said, "Thank you for your mercy."

After he was seated, the negotiations began.

"The king sent me here to ransom the captured general, Torre Roc Fruger."

"His surname is Flügel? And he's royalty?"

“Yes, His Highness Torre is a member of the royal family of Flüger,” the envoy said.

“A member of the royal family…” Isaac stroked his chin and began to ponder.

The envoy, seeing that the king and princess did not disturb the black-haired boy while he was deep in thought, began to suspect his identity.

"Alright, since you say you want to redeem him, then we hope the price will be satisfactory."

“Of course, of course.” The envoy nodded quickly and then took out a document from behind him. “The ransom on it will certainly satisfy your country.”

Isaac glanced at it and handed it to the king, having no concept of ransom.

The king glanced at the numbers and said, "This is a very reasonable price; it's roughly the ransom amount for members of the royal family."

“Then let’s agree,” Isaac said directly. The king didn’t think much of it when he heard Isaac say this, and signed the document without further ado.

The envoy is becoming increasingly suspicious of Isaac's identity, given that even the king of this country is behaving this way.

The signed document was handed back to the special envoy, who bowed and left the meeting room.

After he left, Isaac asked the king, "How long does it take to get from here to the palace in Flügel?"

The king didn't know why Isaac asked the question, but he still said, "When I visited Flüger before, it took me about fifteen hours to get there by car and do nothing but go straight to the palace."

Both countries are small and very close to each other, not too far apart.

“I see, I think I understand now.” Isaac stood up and walked out. “I’m going to see that General Torre.”

In prison.

General Torre was relieved that he had not been killed, but he had to go back to tell the king about Isaac's situation in Rhodesel so that they could secure reinforcements from Caldaric.

Now we can only hope that they will agree to the state's offer to redeem them.

At that moment, the prison gate opened.

Isaac walked in and saw General Torre sitting on the ground. He said, "You're very lucky. Someone has come to ransom you."

Did they promise to let me go back?

"Let's go! Stop dawdling." Isaac said, pulling him out and throwing him on the ground.

He stood up and was pushed outside by Isaac.

He didn't care about this treatment; he only wanted to get back as soon as possible and report the situation to the king.

However, no one noticed that tiny flashes of lightning were flickering in Isaac's hand as he pushed him.

Chapter 83: Human Bomb

Upon seeing Torre emerge, the envoy quickly helped him up, asking, "General Torre, are you alright?"

"It's alright, hurry up and go!" Torre didn't say much to the envoy, and urged him hastily, "I have important matters to report to His Majesty! I must return immediately!"

Ignoring his injured foot, he limped forward.

“Okay…okay!” The envoy quickly helped Torre into the car and drove away from Rhodesel.

In the car, Torre rubbed his injured foot and the wound from where he had been stabbed; the wound was still throbbing.

Just then, he vaguely heard a 'tick-tock' sound, so he asked the special envoy sitting next to him, "Did you hear anything?"

"No," the envoy said, indicating that he hadn't heard anything.

Upon hearing the envoy's words, Torre didn't say anything. Right now, all he could think about was seeing the king as soon as possible, and he couldn't care less about anything else.

"How long does it take to get to the palace from here?"

"If we travel continuously, it will take about fifteen hours," the envoy said. "Won't we need to rest along the way?"

"No need! We must see His Majesty the King as soon as possible!" Torre said in a deep voice.

Hearing his general say this, the special envoy had no choice; there were some things that he, as the special envoy, could not ask.

The car traveled at top speed.

During the journey, Torre kept hearing a 'tick-tock' sound, but after looking around, he couldn't find anything.

"Stop the car!" Torre shouted.

The envoy looked at General Torre with a puzzled expression: "General, what's wrong?"

"Check our car, I suspect they've tampered with it." The voice had been ringing since the beginning, and he was afraid Rhodesell was up to something.

"Yes!" The envoy signaled the driver to stop the car, and the two got out and began to inspect it.

The engine is fine, the undercarriage is fine, the tires are fine...

They searched the entire car but found nothing unusual.

"General, what exactly happened?"

“I’ve been hearing a ‘tick-tock’ sound since just now, but I don’t know where it’s coming from,” General Torre said in a deep voice.

"The general must be exhausted. It might be a lingering effect from the artillery fire," the envoy said worriedly. "Should we find a hospital nearby first...?"

"Never mind, since nothing's wrong, we should go back first!" After a moment of silence, Torre immediately decided to go back first and discuss the specifics when they arrived.

Seeing the general's impatience, the envoy didn't say much and got into the car to continue his journey.

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The next morning.

The people of Rhodesell were still basking in the joy of victory.

After so many years of confrontation between the two countries, with constant territorial concessions and indemnities, this victory has reignited the long-dormant passion of the people.

My country will surely become stronger under the princess's leadership.

The princess they were talking about was currently having tea with the king and Isaac in the palace.

"Are you sure it's alright? Release that general." The king asked Isaac, who was still eating breakfast, from the side.

The king had some considerations when he released General Torre. Although the ransom was quite satisfactory, the impact of a general's departure and return was still significant.

When an experienced general returns, he will first know the tactics of his own side, so he will have a targeted study for future counterattacks.

Another point is that he may already know Isaac's identity. If he goes back and informs the King of Fruger, it means they will face a double attack from Gadarick and Fruger.

She glanced at her daughter, Princess Charlotte, but seemed completely unconcerned, continuing to leisurely sip her red tea.

Isaac continued eating, and after a while said, "Do you know the proportion of each element in the human body?"

"Um... I don't know, Mr. Isaac, why are you suddenly asking this?" The king was a little puzzled, as he was clearly asking the general about something.

Isaac ignored him and continued, "The human body contains 18% carbon, 1% phosphorus, and 0.25% sulfur. Your Majesty, do you know what these substances are used for?"

The king swallowed hard and shook his head.

Isaac revealed a long-absent sinister grin: "This could make a pretty powerful bomb!"

"..." Is it really possible to turn a human body into a bomb?

“Yes, I can do it. I learned it from a former comrade, but after the war, that idiot went to jail for killing his superior officer,” Isaac said. “I also learned something interesting from him, called a timed detonation device.”

The king then remembered that Isaac had asked him yesterday how long it would take to get from here to the palace in Flügel.

“If I were General Torre, I would rush to the palace to report the situation as soon as I learned certain secrets, which means I would need to calculate the shortest possible time,” Isaac said with a smile. “Even if I’m unlucky and he doesn’t arrive on time, I can still make him disappear before he sees the king.”

Upon hearing this, the king was speechless.

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After a long journey, Torre finally arrived at the palace. He ignored the ticking sound he kept hearing and headed straight for the palace.

In Flügel's palace.

King Freuger was sitting on his throne with a worried expression. He had thought his battle plan was a sure thing, but he had unexpectedly failed. He had no idea what had happened.

More importantly, not a single soldier returned; they either died on the battlefield or were captured, leaving us with no idea how we lost.

But there was good news: news came back yesterday that Rhodesel had agreed to release General Torre, who was not only his nephew but also a rare and valuable general for the kingdom.

"Let's wait until he returns and ask him what really happened," the king thought.

Just then, a guard outside walked up to the king.

"Your Majesty, General Torre has returned. He says he has urgent business to discuss with you."

"Oh? Quickly, invite him in!" King Freuger said happily.

A few minutes later, General Torre entered.

"Torre, you're back. It's good that you're back. What happened..."

Before King Flüger could finish speaking, Torre exclaimed, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! That man is on the battlefield!"

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

“'That person'? Who is it? Torre, don’t rush, tell me slowly.”

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

“That person is…” At this point, Torre’s expression suddenly changed, and he looked extremely pained.

"Torre?! What's wrong? What happened?" the king asked hurriedly, helping Torre up.

"he……"