Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

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Well, even teachers aren't that reliable.

While they were having their conversation, the students in the audience started whispering among themselves.

"Hey, the teacher tripped and fell as soon as Death came."

"It really is a curse."

Ah Sheng: "..."

Is this school ever going to get any better?

Chapter 1060: Should we shift our battle lines?

"Is it just my imagination? Things seem so peaceful lately."

“Yes, no one has come to rent the Illusion Book, and there have been no incidents related to it.” Dalian was engrossed in the book, giving a brief assessment of recent events.

"Could it be that I've already collected most of the Illusion Books?"

"That's impossible. There are so many phantom books left outside this world. Even the phantom books in Britain haven't been completely recovered."

"Then why..."

"There are just fewer related incidents, nothing to be alarmed about."

Dalian closed the book in her hand and looked at Hugh, who was standing to the side.

"Hugh?"

"what?"

"Go make some tea and prepare some fried bread, I'm hungry."

"Okay okay."

Hugh chuckled helplessly; he had grown accustomed to being treated like a servant by Darian.

"Speaking of which, hasn't Isaac been doing the food preparation lately?"

"That damn alchemist and the junk collector left yesterday, so I can only ask you to prepare my snacks. Be grateful."

"As a last resort... well, my skills are still far inferior to Isaac's," Hugh chuckled.

He skillfully started a fire and began kneading the dough, and it was at this moment that the mansion gate was opened.

"I am back."

"Huh? Isaac, you're back?"

Hugh rushed out of the kitchen and saw Isaac and Fran walk in, with Isaac holding an old-fashioned book in his hand.

“I went to your childhood friend’s elementary school and got this book from a bunch of annoying kids.”

Isaac slammed the book on the table, and Dallian glanced at it before immediately losing interest.

"Oh, the Book of Wisdom."

Hugh: "What is this? A phantom book?"

“Yes,” Dalian said. “Even when Wesley was alive, he didn’t bother to retrieve this book.”

Isn't this book amazing?

"Quite impressive."

Dalian picked up the book and flipped through a few pages at random.

"A book written by an anonymous Latin youth to guide the brain potential of children. It records the long-lost techniques they used to cultivate new witches. The illustrations in the book are neural networks that can be constructed and stimulate potential through acquired means, but they are only effective in the brains of children who are not yet fully developed."

What's wrong with that?

"Once children read this book, they will have the ability to understand all knowledge in the world. With the wisdom of those children, it would not be difficult to destroy the world."

"Isn't that extremely dangerous?"

“Dangerous my foot,” Isaac laughed. “I’ve seen those kids. They all act like public intellectuals. They think they can destroy the world?”

"what?"

Dalian picked up where Isaac left off, saying, "After knowing everything, they lost their vision for the future; to put it bluntly, they became a couch potato."

"This……"

"I used to think those kids had some kind of extraordinary intelligence, and they even said that the theories of the recent Nobel Prize winner in Physics were very simple. So I was hoping they could help me solve the technical problems of antimatter storage technology and how to capture antihydrogen atoms in ultra-low temperatures or magnetic fields..."

At this point, Isaac sighed.

"When I asked those kids, they knew nothing. They only understood existing knowledge and theories, but they couldn't discover new theories on their own. They only knew how to understand but not how to create. In the end, they were still useless."

"That's exactly why Wesley let the book roam freely back then."

Dalian casually put the book back on the bookshelf.

"Hmm...not bad, I guess. I can retrieve a magic book just by going out once." Hugh was quite optimistic about this.

Isaac glanced at the two of them and suddenly said, "Actually, when I was collecting the Phantom Books this time, I got some information from some nobles that the Phantom Books are being bought up in large quantities right now."

"Huh? Acquiring the Illusionary Book?"

"Yes, and it's not just the UK; France, Italy, and Sweden have also seen their fantasy books being acquired. This trend has likely only started recently."

Who could it be?

"Based on the intelligence I have received, there are two organizations that initiated the acquisition of the Phantom Book."

Isaac frowned.

"The first one is Germany. They need to strengthen their national power in a short period of time to take revenge, and they definitely need the Phantom Book. Moreover, with the professor helping them behind the scenes, they naturally have their own channels. However, there are some suspicious points in this."

He held up two fingers as he spoke.

"Firstly, the professor also has his own reading books, so he doesn't need to go out and buy a lot of them if he wants magic books. Moreover, he also rents out magic books to others. Buying a lot of magic books doesn't seem like his way of doing things."

"As for the second point... he is already dead."

Hugh: "Dead?"

Darian: "That little dwarf is dead too?"

“Yes, he dropped a nuclear bomb on Japan and it killed him,” Isaac nodded.

Hugh's eyes widened: "...So the recent bombings in Japan that's been making such a stir were orchestrated by the professor!?"

"Yes, he did it, it has nothing to do with me."

Why emphasize that it has nothing to do with you?

"Aside from Germany, my intelligence has also led to a place," Isaac said, pointing to a world map in Hugh's house, "the Kingdom of Suvar."

"what?"

"I once asked several nobles and collectors, and they said that people from the Suvar Kingdom's Department of Paranormal Affairs frequently appear in England, so they are probably the leaders."

"The Kingdom of Suvar... the Department of the Supernatural..."

Hugh lowered his head and began to think, pinching his chin.

"I think it's quite possible. The Supernatural Department and the Academy of Sciences, which rose to prominence later, have always been at odds. In the previous war, the Academy of Sciences was the one that stole the limelight and now has more say in the kingdom. The Supernatural Department can only rely on the Phantom Book to get rid of its political enemies."

The Kingdom of Suvarnadz appears to be the most stable in Europe, but in reality, undercurrents are surging beneath the surface.

"So, if we want to retrieve the Phantom Book and conduct further investigations, we can only go to the Kingdom of Suvar?"

"possible."

Isaac glanced at Dallian, who was sprawled on the sofa reading a book.

"But judging from how relaxed you all seem, it's unlikely you're going abroad."

"I think so too."

"I happen to have a friend who is currently studying in the Kingdom of Suvar. I'll ask him to keep an eye out for me."

Isaac was referring to Asahi, who had recently come to study at St. Margaret's Academy.

However, what he didn't know was that Ah Sheng was also overwhelmed by a bunch of campus oddities and prejudices at school.

Chapter 1061: Listen to Grandpa

"Ugh, Isaac, I'm so bored."

"Bear with it."

"I can't stand it anymore! That little brat (Dalian) and her maid (Hugh) have all gone to a concert, and you're still stuck here." Fran couldn't help but roll around on the sofa.

"I don't appreciate classical music, didn't I tell you that?"

Isaac was still in the mansion, looking through the notes left by the magician.

"If you want to go, why don't you go with them?"

"Because I originally expected that the two of us would stay in the mansion alone, with no one around, and that some interesting things could happen between a man and a woman alone, and then you would just sit there and study."

"Expecting something impossible to happen proves you're not smart enough."

Knock knock knock!

"Fran, someone's knocking on the door. Go open it."

"Good~"

With a weak reply, Fran got off the sofa and went to the door to open it.

"Who is it that disturbs our romantic evening?"

"If you don't know how to use words, then shut up!"

"Hello."

A messenger-like man glanced at Fran and asked, "This is the Diswald Manor, isn't it?"

"Yes."

“There is a letter that needs to be delivered to a Mr. Isaac.”

"Oh, it's for me."