Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Okay, here is a letter from the Kingdom of Suvar."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

After seeing the messenger off and closing the door, Isaac went inside and opened the envelope.

Fran leaned forward and peered over to where Isaac's letter was.

"Sent from the Kingdom of Suvar? Could it be written by that Asen?"

"If he sent it to me, he would have written it in Chinese, not in English."

Isaac pointed to the neat English on the paper and said.

"And the handwriting doesn't look like his either."

As Isaac carefully read the words in the letter, his brow suddenly furrowed.

"...It really is Ah Sheng."

"what happened?"

“He was arrested in the Kingdom of Suvar,” Isaac said, “for murder.”

"what?"

"That kid is a typical scholar, too weak to even kill a chicken. He'd have trouble killing a chicken, let alone a human."

Isaac took out a photo from the back of the letter. It showed Ah Sheng being taken away by the police, his face filled with panic.

"...Can they still send you letters from prison?"

"Someone else must have mailed the letter for him, but did this kid tell someone where I live?"

Tossing the letters and photos aside, Isaac said to Fran, "Aren't you bored? How about we go on a trip to Suvar now?"

"okay."

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"Liu Yunsheng was born in 1908. He attended St. Margaret's School and had excellent grades. He had almost no friends at school."

A police officer with a hairstyle resembling an electric drill looked at the nervous Ah Sheng in front of him and said calmly.

"Alright, hurry up and confess, Liu."

"I already told you it wasn't me!"

In the dimly lit interrogation room, Ah Sheng, handcuffed, sat opposite, his face illuminated by a desk lamp.

"You were alone at the crime scene. Do you still want to deny it?"

"I don't know why! I was just walking down the street when that person's head suddenly fell off," Ah Sheng explained anxiously, but the police officer in front of him seemed unmoved.

Do you think I'd believe your nonsense?

"You must believe me! I'm innocent!"

Ah Sheng was about to cry.

He had only been in Europe for less than a week when a series of things happened. First, his wallet was stolen, then he was ostracized at school, and then he was inexplicably dragged into a murder case. Three days have passed since the police investigated and arrested him.

Three days ago, his dormitory supervisor asked him to go out and buy something, and he went in order to leave a good impression on people at school.

As we passed a grove of trees not far from the school, a motorcycle sped past.

Ah-Sheng, who had never seen a motorcycle before, stood there watching. Just as the motorcycle passed by him, the motorcycle owner's head suddenly fell off, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Ah Sheng, who was encountering such a scene for the first time, was so frightened that he ran back home, and was arrested by the police a few hours later.

Looking back now, I imagine the rumors about me at school must have gotten even more terrifying.

"Liu, I think you should just confess."

The strangely-haired police officer sneered.

"This is a diplomatic issue."

"what?"

"The police officer you killed was an official of the Kingdom of Suvar. His death will definitely cause diplomatic problems."

"This……"

Ah Sheng lowered his head, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

He still lost face, remembering the expectant looks in his parents' eyes before he went abroad, and Ah Zheng's encouraging words to him.

'If the young master saw me like this, he'd probably look down on me.'

Suddenly, the interrogation room door opened, and a police officer walked in.

"Officer Goodwin, someone is looking for you."

"Who?"

"An Asian man said he wanted to bail out the suspect."

"Bail? How could bail be granted in a case involving high-ranking political figures?"

"but……"

"Let me explain, you can go away."

Suddenly, Isaac shoved the young police officer aside and walked into the interrogation room on his own.

When Ah Sheng saw this familiar figure, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

After confirming that he wasn't dreaming, he blurted out, "Young Master?"

"Ok?"

The officer named Gurevan suddenly turned sharp when he saw Isaac.

"Who are you? How dare an outsider enter the interrogation room?! Do you want me to arrest you?"

"Um……"

"Back to my question, who are you... Don't stare at my hair."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Isaac turned his gaze away from the 'drill' above Gurevan's head and looked at his face, saying, "I'm Asheng's friend, and I'm here to bail him out."

"Let's put the bail issue aside for now. How did you get into the interrogation room? If you don't give a reasonable explanation, I'll..."

"Your old man sent me here."

"what?"

“Greven de Blois, that’s your name, isn’t it?” Isaac laughed. “Before I came here, I looked for your father, the Marquis Albert de Blois. Here’s his letter; you can take a look.”

"..."

Gurevan took the letter from Isaac and began to read it. His already furrowed brows furrowed even more, cold sweat began to pour down his face, and his hand holding the letter trembled incessantly.

"Any more questions?"

“No…no…Welcome to the Kingdom of Suvar, Lord Isaac,” Gurevin said nervously.

"Can you release them?"

"This...this matter is quite serious..."

“Back then, your old man treated me like he was his own father, so I was practically your grandfather.”

Isaac put his hand on Gurevan's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Listen to Grandpa, release them."

Chapter 1062: Solving the Case

"Waaah... Thank you so much, young master! If it weren't for you coming to save me this time, I really wouldn't know..."

"Alright, alright, stop crying."

Even after Ah Sheng was released from the detention center on bail, he was still filled with lingering fear.

Imagine encountering someone who suddenly loses their head and is then inexplicably treated as a criminal – the thought is terrifying.

"Young master, please listen to me, Europe is a cursed place! My wallet was stolen as soon as I arrived, and I'm being ostracized by my classmates at school. And now..."

"Okay, okay, no pain, no gain. Your current suffering will make you stronger."

Listening to Ah Sheng's tearful complaints, Isaac could only offer this words of comfort.

"So you lost your wallet? Then how did you end up in Suvar?"

"It was found by a kind person and returned to me."

Upon hearing this, Ah Sheng immediately changed his expression and spoke excitedly.

"Listen to me, young master, I met an angelic girl who not only helped me find my wallet, but is also the only girl in school who takes the initiative to talk to me."

"Oh, that's pretty good."

"If you have the chance, I'll take you to meet her. Her name is Ange, Ange Lucario."

“Anjie…”

Isaac paused, feeling that the name sounded familiar.

It seems like he was a spy.

"Does your classmate have silver-white hair?"

"Huh? How did you know, young master?"

"Guess."

Isaac has roughly confirmed that the person Asheng was talking about was a spy from the Republic of Albion in Isaac's world, the one who fell into this world with Isaac.

After arriving in this world, Isaac never took the initiative to look for her. After all, there was no need to pay special attention to a foreign spy. If he couldn't find her, he could just assume she was dead, which wasn't a big deal.

But unexpectedly, it appeared again at this time.

"Speaking of which, young master, how did you know I was arrested?" Ah Sheng asked, somewhat puzzled. "Shouldn't you be in England?"

"Oh, I received a letter saying you've been arrested."