Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

That's none of my business.

Isaac patted Christobell on the shoulder, signaling her to restart.

"Darrio...was the performance a success?"

"...It was quite successful, but...it's best not to play any more of Paldini's pieces in the future."

Chapter 1043: Home in This World

The incident triggered by the fantasy song has naturally come to an end.

With the loss of a large number of audience members and Kentley's sudden death, the funds to continue supporting Christobelle's performances naturally disappeared.

Of course, money is a minor issue.

Isaac believed that Christophe Belle still had a lot of value as a performing puppet, and that she could earn a good amount of money if she continued to perform, provided that she stopped performing the Fantasy.

Before they left, Isaac and Daralio signed an agreement that Daralio would temporarily cover the venue costs and equipment maintenance for the continued performances, but a portion of the proceeds from the performances had to be given to Isaac.

Thus, this matter was resolved satisfactorily.

"You damn alchemist, you actually threw me into the police station."

Although the matter was resolved, Dalian seemed quite dissatisfied with the process.

"It's all because you, little brat, don't act like a brat at all. I have no choice but to temporarily leave you with the police."

Isaac paid no attention to Dallian, whose face was already flushed with anger.

"You have to trust the police in the capital. Didn't that allow you to wait for the incident to end safely?"

"I haven't even seen the original manuscript of the fantasy song!"

"The original manuscript of the Fantasy Song? It's already been burned."

"What did you say!?"

"Anyway, it's no use showing it to you. It'll just sit on the bookshelf collecting dust. You might as well burn it as firewood; it'll keep you warm."

"You bastard..."

"Alright, Dalian, don't be angry anymore."

Hugh stepped forward and picked up Dallian in his arms.

“Isaac, Daralrio, and I all felt that the existence of Fantasy Song was too dangerous. Don’t forget that besides addictive songs like Utopia, there are also songs like Twilight that can destroy one’s spirit… It’s too dangerous and we can only burn it.”

"You bunch of idiots have no idea about the value of books!"

Dalian broke free from Hugh's embrace, pouting, "I was really looking forward to seeing what the music was like..."

Isaac: "Can you read sheet music?"

Darian: "Don't underestimate me!?"

Isaac: "Oh, I see. Little Dalia is so clever! (in a flat tone) Want some candy?"

"Damn it! Hugh, don't stop me! I'm going to teach this bastard alchemist a lesson today!"

It's another leisurely afternoon.

Not every day does something related to the Book of Illusions come knocking on our door.

Dalian was eating fried bread and reading a book on the sofa. It was rare for Isaac to be reading a thick book beside her, while Fran, as usual, was lying on Isaac's lap like a kitten.

As for Hughie...

"I was wondering... why is my violin so worn out?"

The strings of Hughie's violin had several places of wear, and two of them were even broken, all caused by Isaac playing too hard during his last performance.

"That's because the piece I played was all about grandeur and magnificence, which isn't really suitable for the violin, so I played it a bit too hard."

Isaac took the violin from Hugh's hands and gently stroked the strings.

With the flickering of electric light, the wear on the strings was repaired, and the broken strings were also restored.

"What piece of music were you playing? I was wearing earplugs and couldn't hear it, but the audience seemed to be completely stunned."

“I compose music from the sounds of my heart, so it doesn’t have a specific name,” Isaac said. “But if I had to give it a name, I’d call it the Funeral of Capitalism.”

"...What is that? It's terrifying."

"Of course it's scary. You're British, you'd be scared too if you heard that."

Although he really wanted to complain about the name Isaac came up with, Hugh thought about it and decided not to dwell on the matter.

Then he saw the books in Isaac's hands that had no names on the covers.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, these are the notes and research materials left behind by that magician. Would you like to see them?"

"Are you sure it's okay to show me?"

"Anyway, he said he wants to pass on the knowledge. I see you're quite young, so it shouldn't be a problem for you to learn well and pass it on to the next generation."

"...It's probably very difficult, and I'm not confident that I can definitely learn it."

Hughes always felt that the profound words and knowledge in the book were beyond his grasp.

"You can even read fantasy books, there's no reason why you can't learn this kind of knowledge."

Isaac smiled, pulled a cane from under the coffee table, and casually wrote a few symbols in the air.

In an instant, a fiery serpent flew out from the characters drawn on the cane, circled the room a few times, and then disappeared.

"...That's amazing."

“If you think it’s powerful, learn it; it’ll also be good for self-defense. I might have to leave for a while in the next few days,” Isaac said.

"Hmm? Where are you going? To some nearby city?"

"A trip to Foshan, Guangdong will take about a month."

Isaac has not yet met his family in this world. It is probably the same as his original world and the previous world. His father is probably... well, his father in this world is dead.

Going back is partly to pay respects to my father's remains, and partly to see if there's any information about my identity in this world. I'll also take care of the Japanese in Hongkou District to avenge my father's death... Of course, traveling and indulging in delicious food are also very important.

“I see, so you’re going back to your hometown,” Hughie laughed. “You’ve been alone in Europe for so long, it’s time to go home and visit.”

"I'll bring you some local specialties when you come back; they're definitely better than British food."

"I do believe that."

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About two days later, Isaac left the mansion.

Hugh and Dalian came out to see them off, but Fran insisted on going with Isaac, saying that she couldn't be too far away from the guardian of her key.

Originally, Envy could use his ability to transform into a gyrfalcon and fly there, but now he can only buy a boat ticket.

"That damn alchemist is finally gone."

“Dalian, you seem to really dislike Isaac, even though he helped us solve so many problems.”

“We can handle this even without him.” Dalian turned her head and snorted, then suddenly asked, “By the way, didn’t he give you a magic book before he left?”

"Yes, he left behind the old 'Outline of New National Martial Arts,' some research materials on magicians, and the rest..."

Hugh took a small booklet out of his pocket.

He said it was something that could only be used in the event of a world war crisis.

Did he explain how to use it?

"It looks like it was thrown into the air in an open space..."

Looking at the courtyard of the mansion, which is about the size of a football field, it should be considered spacious.

He casually tossed the booklet into the air, where it glowed brightly. Then, a massive airplane with steel wings crashed into the courtyard, kicking up a huge amount of dirt.

The two men had never seen an airplane signal before, and the aircraft's fuselage was marked with A/V-8B.

"...What is this!?"

Chapter 1044: You've Resurrected!?

On the ship's deck, Isaac sat comfortably in a deckchair, reading a newspaper.

There were no passenger planes that could cross the Pacific Ocean in that era. The only way to get from Britain to China was by ship, which was slow and lacked advanced navigation systems.

Add to that the supplies along the way and the constant need to evade pirates, and it would take at least two months to travel from Europe to mainland China.

In order not to waste two months at sea, Isaac could only take out a supersonic plane he bought in the last century, fly to Vietnam in a very short time, and then buy a ticket to China to spend a leisurely day at sea.

"Are we finally arriving at your hometown?"

"Indeed... but strictly speaking, my hometown isn't here."

Land gradually rose from the boundless sea, and Isaac knew they were almost there.

"What should I say when I meet your parents?" Fran asked with a smile. "Or how should I answer when your parents ask me what our relationship is?"

“Just shut up, they don’t understand English anyway,” Isaac said. “Besides, you’ll only see my mom. According to my diary, my dad is dead.”

In addition to recording Isaac's experiences studying in England a few years ago, the diary also records his life in the years before coming to England, which are all memories mentioned in later dates.

Isaac in this world comes from a wealthy family. His father runs a merchant guild. As a child, Isaac was a spoiled brat who thought he was very powerful because he learned a few martial arts techniques from a military officer. He was always out causing trouble.

Then one day, he was beaten up by an elderly man surnamed Huang who ran a clinic.

He toned it down a bit after that day, but after a few more years of training, he seemed to have relapsed into his old ways, thinking he was invincible and started causing trouble again.

Then he got beaten up by a rich second-generation guy surnamed Ye.

Being beaten up twice taught Isaac the meaning of "there are always people better than you," and he kept a low profile until he went to study in the UK.

After arriving in England, although many of his classmates looked down on Isaac because he was Chinese, Isaac himself was not worried about being bullied, since he still had his kung fu skills.

However, times have changed.

Despite his exceptional kung fu skills, he still lost an arm and a leg, and went blind in one eye, all due to the German airships and bombs.

"To be honest, I had only seen China in books before, and I had heard that people here wear braids."

“That was before. I went to England in 1917.” Isaac closed the newspaper. “But it’s not a peaceful place now. Before I came, it was already warlord-controlled. I don’t know what the situation is like now that I’ve been gone for several years.”