Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Isaac, how are you feeling?"

"not bad."

“Just a heads up, someone like you can easily get targeted if you wander around the streets. These days, people are very hostile towards outsiders,” Officer Hughes said.

"Thank you for reminding me."

"And another thing, aren't you Edward's friend? Can you persuade him not to bring that Gypsy woman around?" Hughes whispered seriously in Isaac's ear, "Gypsy women only have eyes for men's wallets, you two be careful not to get scammed."

"That's prejudice, isn't it? Besides, when I went to work for Miss Gracia, you also thought I was a bad person."

"Isn't this a lack of understanding?"

"Then you should also try to get to know people from other places."

As the two were chatting, they happened to see a figure running beside them, which was Edward, the man they had just been talking about.

Edward was overjoyed to see Isaac and rushed over to grab his wrist.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'll explain this in a moment. Now, come with me quickly."

"what?"

“I spotted someone I know,” Edward said. “King Bradley is here too?”

"Huh? The boss is here too?"

Chapter 970: Familiar Atmosphere

"Hey, are you sure you saw the boss?"

"I will remember that face for the rest of my life."

At night, in a forest outside Munich, Isaac and Edward, each with two small branches tied to their foreheads, hid in the grass and stared at the road ahead.

"I never imagined that androids would actually come to this world..."

"Wake up. Even if someone looks exactly like the boss, they're just from two different worlds. How could there be artificial humans in this world?"

That's what he said, but Isaac still kept his eyes on the lane very seriously.

Kim Bradley was Isaac's former president and someone he respected greatly. Unfortunately, he ended up on the opposite side of the country, leaving Isaac with no choice but to let him 'die for his country'.

Even though the person he met this time wasn't the Kim Bradley he knew, Isaac was still very interested.

"coming!"

The two men took cover, and an old-fashioned convertible with a Mercedes-Benz logo drove up from a distance.

The driver was the one driving, while the person in the tuxedo and top hat sat in the back seat. He looked exactly like Kim Bradley, as if they were carved from the same mold.

The bright headlights illuminated the road, but they discovered that the lane in front of them was blocked by a huge rock.

"Tsk, why is there such a big rock on the road?"

The driver frowned, opened the car door, and got out to check the situation.

Edward reacted swiftly, leaping out of the bushes and delivering a karate chop to the driver's neck.

The person who looked exactly like Kim Bradley seemed to have noticed something was wrong, but he didn't show any fear; his eyes remained narrowed.

"I'm sorry, I startled you."

Isaac emerged from the bushes, opened the back door, and sat down next to the man.

"Well, I don't have any cash on me today," the man said with a wry smile. "How about we do it another day?"

"We are not robbers."

“I know you are ‘righteous men’ who are fighting for the revival of Germany, right?”

"Did all the people who robbed you before say that? These Germans really know how to pat themselves on the back," Isaac laughed. "Take a closer look at my face."

"Ok?"

The man approached Isaac and saw that he was different from the group of Germans who had robbed him before; he wasn't blond and blue-eyed, but had black hair and black eyes.

"The Chinese have really startled me."

He visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

When Isaac heard this person's voice, which sounded exactly like Kim Bradley's, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

At that moment, Edward also came over carrying the driver he had knocked unconscious and threw him into the passenger seat.

"How about it?"

“It’s obviously not the boss. I’d be slightly happier if he were here in person,” Isaac said with a laugh. “We’ve mistaken him for someone else.”

"...I'm so sorry."

Edward immediately bowed to the man and apologized.

“No, that’s not true. I’m used to it,” the man said with a smile. “I’m Jewish, and many young Germans these days want to attack wealthy Jews. I’m used to it.”

"Boss, oh no, sir, what's your name?"

“Just call me 'Mabus',” the man said with a smile.

“Mabus? That name sounds familiar,” Edwardo said thoughtfully.

“The character Mabus from Dr. Mabus the Gambler, the movie that’s about to be released, has even been advertised in the newspapers,” Isaac said with a smile. “I never expected you to use a movie character’s name as your own, Director Lang.”

"Haha, have we been found out?"

The man Isaac called Lang laughed sheepishly.

This person's original name was Fritz Lang, a famous German director born in Vienna, whose most well-known work is Metropolis.

"Not bad, boss. You've become a director in this world."

"what?"

"nothing."

"Speaking of which, do you know how to drive?" Lang suddenly asked.

"I know a little."

"Could you please drive me?"

He looked at the driver, who was already unconscious in the passenger seat.

"I'll leave this to you until he wakes up."

The car drove along a road carved out of the jungle, and the group was getting further and further away from Munich.

Isaac was driving, Edward was sitting in the passenger seat lost in thought, and Lang was sitting in the back seat, laughing as he said, "Your name is Isaac, right? Looks like you're a multi-talented person."

"I am indeed versatile; there are very few things I can't do."

"Hahaha, I really need a multi-talented person like this. How about working for me?"

“If you were still the boss I knew, I might consider it, but that’s impossible now,” Isaac laughed. “What’s wrong? Is someone trying to kill you?”

“No, quite the opposite,” Lang said. “I came out this time to find the ‘dragon’.”

"dragon?"

"Well, according to the witnesses, it was a huge snake, but whatever it is, I need to find it."

"For your next movie?"

"Huh? You know that?"

“After you finish filming Dr. Mabus the Gambler, your next film will be the German epic mythology Nibelungen, so it’s easy to understand why you want to find a dragon,” Isaac laughed. “But is it really necessary to go to all that trouble? A suit actor would suffice.”

"That wouldn't feel real. Of course, we need to find a real dragon to film the movie!" Lang laughed heartily. "So, how about it? Interested in acting in my movie?"

"Then I want to play Siegfried."

"Your small frame doesn't look like that of a dragon-slaying hero, but your face is a great asset; you could play Brunhilde."

"I'll beat you to death, you believe me or not."

"Hahahaha, just kidding."

Edward leaned back in his seat, bored, and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Under the moonlight, an ancient castle appeared before them.

"It's said to be an ancient castle that was left over from ancient times, and it's no longer habitable," Lang said, looking at the castle. "There were a dozen or so idle explorers who witnessed it; they said they found a dragon here."

"Really."

Isaac continued driving, but as he approached the castle, his expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" Edward, who was sitting in the passenger seat, quickly noticed the strange look on Isaac's face.

"This familiar scent, there's no mistake."

Isaac frowned.

"It is the Philosopher's Stone."

"what?"

“No, calling it the Philosopher’s Stone is a bit of a stretch, but one thing is certain,” Isaac said, “we’ve probably really encountered androids.”

Chapter 971: Dragon

The car drove into an open space outside the castle, which was probably used for military training in ancient times. The mottled stone slabs on the ground showed that it had been protected from the erosion of time.

As the three of them got out of the car, a group of people came out of the castle, carrying shovels and spades, presumably the construction team sent by Lang.

After Lang handed a large flashlight to Edward, the three began their adventure into the castle.

Isaac and Edward walked together, and seeing that there were no people around, Isaac asked, "Edward, has Hohenheim ever mentioned someone named Haushofer to you?"

“Haushofer? He did mention that name; it seems he was a professor he had a good relationship with when he was teaching at the University of Munich,” Edward said. “But it was just a mention.”

"Really."

Why are you suddenly asking this?

“I recently looked at the diary this world itself wrote, and it mentioned that Hohenheim talked about some things that happened at the University of Munich,” Isaac explained. “At that time, your father seemed to be interested in an organization called the ‘Northernmost Guild,’ which I think is related to his unexplained disappearance.”