Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

After Jeller left, Isaac went to the back garden and looked at a huge tree that would take two people to encircle, and gently waved his hand.

hum~

The mechanical limbs made a soft sound, then fell silent.

boom!

Suddenly the tree crashed to the ground, and the break was quite smooth and flat.

“Not bad, it was made exactly as I requested.” Isaac smiled as he looked at his right hand.

A few days later, Isaac was discharged from the hospital.

After being discharged from the hospital, Isaac boarded a train bound for the Kingdom of Leiden-Sheftrich.

Representatives from the North are to sign a peace agreement here, while Isaac needs to complete the follow-up work before leaving.

After packing their luggage, they boarded the train with Violet.

"By the way, why are you in the same private room as us?" Isaac asked Charlotte, who was dressed in civilian clothes.

"Since you were at the sanatorium, Mr. Isaac, I bought your ticket back for you, so I just bought my own ticket too," Charlotte said casually.

Previously, Isaac was undergoing rehabilitation training at the sanatorium and couldn't go out easily. He originally wanted Violet to run errands for him to buy train tickets, but Charlotte volunteered to take on the task herself.

Violet was initially reluctant to agree, as this was a task Mr. Isaac had given her that she had to complete personally. However, Charlotte persuaded her by saying, "If you leave Mr. Isaac's side, no one will protect him."

It has to be said that Charlotte has become more and more cunning lately.

"So I'm asking you, why are you going there too?"

"As one of the southwestern countries, Rhodesell should naturally send a representative when the peace agreement is signed, and as the future queen, I naturally need to attend."

"Doesn't Rhodesells have a private car?" Isaac asked suspiciously.

“This… I’m experiencing the life of ordinary people.” Charlotte turned her head to the side.

This was clearly an excuse she was making; she knew perfectly well why she had arranged to be in the same carriage as Isaac.

What should I do? I came here hoping to improve my relationship with Mr. Isaac, but if he dislikes me, I'm doomed!

Her reasoning might sound ridiculous to others, but to Isaac...

"Yes, what a brilliant idea! Those in power should learn to connect with the people at the grassroots level. Your approach is excellent! You truly deserve to be the future queen," Isaac nodded in praise.

“Ah? Oh… of course!” Charlotte quickly replied, as if accepting Isaac’s praise, but she felt relieved.

Fortunately, Mr. Isaac believed him.

The train traveled along the route, and the scenery outside the window kept changing.

After a long while, Charlotte asked Isaac, who was still looking out the window, "Is Mr. Isaac about to leave this continent?"

"Yes, we'll be leaving once the follow-up work is completed."

Charlotte lowered her head; this was the second time they had parted. She had vowed never to let go when they met again.

Will you... come back in the future?

“I don’t know, but it’s unlikely, the fighting here is over,” Isaac said. “But there are always exceptions, maybe next time I’ll come here for tourism.”

"I see..." Charlotte pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Then I look forward to seeing you again next time."

For the next while, Charlotte didn't ask about Isaac's return, but instead...

They started playing cards.

There was no way around it; the train ride was just too boring.

Violet was clumsy as a beginner, while Charlotte, having grown up in the palace, had little experience with this type of game. However, after Isaac taught them, they eventually played quite well.

Charlotte finally felt a simple joy that she had never experienced in the palace.

As we played, the train finally arrived at its destination after a journey of more than ten hours.

After getting off the car, Charlotte also saw the messenger who had come to pick her up.

“Well then, Mr. Isaac, I’ll take my leave now. Thank you so much for your company along the way.” Charlotte bowed and then turned to Violet, “Violet, see you again sometime.”

After saying goodbye, Isaac and Violet walked toward the Army Headquarters.

It's finally coming to an end.

I've been on this continent for half a year now, and I've changed a lot of things. Now I can finally go back.

Inside the Army Headquarters.

The Commander-in-Chief shook Isaac's hand and said, "Thank you for your help over the past six months, Mr. Isaac. The war was able to end thanks to you."

He also noticed Isaac's right hand and right leg, which had been replaced by machinery, and said in a somewhat dejected voice, "If we weren't so incompetent, relying on Mr. Isaac for everything..."

Isaac interrupted him directly, saying, "Don't say anything discouraging. This is my own choice, and I shouldn't look for any reasons."

“You’re right, look at me, I’m getting worse as I get older.” The Commander-in-Chief, seeing Isaac say this, put aside his self-reproach and continued, “We have already sent the follow-up documents to Amestoris by telegram.”

After saying that, he took out some documents from the drawer. "These are the documents you asked us to process before, Violet's identity certificate, and two visas for the new country. I have them all here."

Isaac had long planned to visit the new country to investigate the changes in his body. He took the documents and began to look through them.

'Violet Evergarden, twelve years old, female, born in...' These are all files about Violet.

The Commander-in-Chief then said, "We have discussed this with the Eve Garden family and obtained their consent. For the time being, she will be their adopted daughter."

The sons of the Eve Garden family were soldiers fighting in the war. Isaac ended the war directly, and their sons naturally returned safely. As a token of their gratitude, they had no reason to refuse this commission.

Actually, you don't need any identity to go directly to Amnesty; as long as Isaac gives the word, the higher-ups will definitely let you go. However, you need a valid identity document recognized by that country to get a visa to New Zealand.

"Thank you for your trouble." After putting away the documents and exchanging a few polite words, Isaac and Violet left.

Two days later, the two boarded a ship and embarked on their journey to the new country.

There were no one to see him off, nor any cheers from the crowd. Isaac stood on the deck, watching the continent recede further and further away from him.

Volume One Complete

Volume Two: Hymns of Humanity

Chapter 104: Journey to the New Nation

Two days before leaving the mainland, Isaac still managed to do some minor work.

First, he gave a portion of the money he earned from various commissions in Leiden-Schaffreridge to Claudia as an investment in his postal company. Once the company opened, he would be considered a part-owner.

The second method is to transform some prisoners of war into Philosopher's Stones. Although the stones are not large, they are basically sufficient.

Sitting on the ship, playing with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, Isaac felt a pang of melancholy as he gazed at the receding continent.

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New country.

This vast nation, located east of Amestris, has a territory far larger than Amestris, and even larger than the entire continent of Tersis.

The country was ruled by an emperor who governed dozens of ethnic groups.

With a large population and simple, honest folk customs, many foreign tourists enjoy visiting this place.

In a restaurant.

"Waiter, bring me two more servings of this dish called Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, and also a plate of Twice-Cooked Pork." Isaac was dining with Violet in a restaurant in the capital of the new country.

The restaurant was packed with guests and very lively.

Unlike Violet's refined dining, Isaac was still there, eating and drinking without any regard for appearances.

Because the alchemical texts he studied contained a lot of New Kingdom script, Isaac spent some time learning the unique square characters of New Kingdom. Although his speech was a bit awkward, at least the people here could understand him.

"Alright, the food will be served shortly." The waiter said as he walked towards the kitchen. "Where are you from, young man? Your accent is a bit strange."

“I am from Amestoris,” Isaac said, chewing his food.

"Amestoris? Oh, it's a western country. I thought you were from Singapore, young man," the waiter said with a smile.

Isaac's appearance is indeed that of a typical New Zealander, with black hair, black eyes, and a face shape similar to that of people here.

"I've lived there since I was a child."

"Oh, I see. Are you here for tourism?"

"almost."

As the two chatted, the dishes were quickly brought out from the kitchen.

The delicious-looking and fragrant dishes made Isaac's mouth water.

"Then please enjoy your meal, young man. I'll go and attend to the other guests." The waiter placed the dishes in front of Isaac and then left.

As he ate his food, Isaac asked Violet, "How do you feel about this country?"

“It feels great,” Violet said. “It’s very lively, and everyone feels very friendly.”

“Really? I feel the same way.” Isaac continued eating. “But with so many people here, is it really possible to find someone who can use ‘qi’?”

"Mr. Isaac, don't you want to find out about your origins?"

“I have no interest in studying my background. What I want to know now is how to use ‘qi’. That’s my real purpose for coming here.”

“I remember Mr. Isaac said he came here to eat, drink, and have fun,” Violet tilted her head and asked.

Isaac choked for a moment: "...Violet, some things don't necessarily need to be said."

"Yes."

Isaac covered his face, saying he could teach him about social etiquette and such later when they got back.

“Anyway, let’s find someone who knows how to use ‘qi’ first, and then see if we can ask them to teach me,” Isaac said. “If we really can’t find anyone, then forget it, we’ll just consider this a vacation.”

"There are many people in the entire country who know how to use 'qi'~"

Just as Isaac and Violet were chatting, a boy dressed in yellow with a large sword hanging at his waist and squinting eyes sat down in their seats.

"Who are you?" Isaac asked the uninvited man.

"Me? Just someone passing by."

"Since you're just passing by, put down your chopsticks. I didn't invite you to dinner."

Isaac pointed at the boy in front of him and said that ever since he sat down, the boy had been eating the food on the plate with his chopsticks as if he were a familiar person.