Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

At this point, Isaac glanced at Gurevan with some confusion.

"Wouldn't it be easier to investigate the rifling marks at a time like this...? Well, with the current technology, it's quite difficult to investigate."

"Then... what was the first gunshot?"

"A random shot that attracts the attention of the diviner might lead to finding bullet holes in other rooms."

After Isaac finished speaking, he turned and glanced at Victorique.

"This kind of case, which isn't even a brain teaser, can't be used to decide the winner, so let's just call it a draw."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Isaac."

Gurevan thanked Isaac.

"Now that the culprit has been identified, I will go and arrest her."

"Go away, go away. You have a unique hairstyle but terrible case-solving skills."

"What does this have to do with my hairstyle?"

As he spoke, Gurevan walked back into the elevator, pulled open the iron gate, and prepared to leave.

Victorique, who had ignored Gureven since earlier, suddenly spoke up:

"Gureven".

"Ok?"

"The criminal's motive should be hidden in what the first bullet hit."

"What……"

Clang—!

The elevator started moving.

Gurevan's face was contorted with resentment.

And so, the iron cage slowly descended, and his figure disappeared from the botanical garden.

"The last bullet?" Isaac asked, puzzled. "Did you discover something?"

"Who knows?"

Victoria smiled slyly.

"There's no draw yet, the outcome is still far off."

"Tch, what an annoying brat."

Victorique yawned widely. Then, like a cat, she suddenly collapsed to the ground, rolling around and purring, while starting to whine and complain.

"It ended in the blink of an eye, and now I'm getting bored again, ughhhh~"

Isaac: "..."

"Hey you."

Victorique lay on the ground and pointed at Isaac.

"What's your name?"

“Isaac Yao,” Isaac said.

Victorique suddenly stood up from the ground.

"So, Isaac, do something to cheer me up before the game is over, how about we dance?"

"I refuse. You can just stay this boring and rot away."

After saying that, Isaac walked towards the elevator without turning his head.

“Hey, that elevator is for faculty and me only.”

"It doesn't matter. Anyone who is dissatisfied can come and argue with me. I always try to persuade people with reason."

Isaac and Ange opened the elevator doors and stepped inside at the same time.

“…Never mind, there’s plenty of time later anyway,” Victorica laughed.

"You're overthinking it. I'll be going back to England once this is over, and I probably won't be coming to the Kingdom of Suvarna again."

"Is that so? Then how about we take a gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

"I'm betting you'll stay in this country long-term."

"...Are you so sure?"

"Of course, that's what the 'Fountain of Wisdom' told me."

The elevator slowly began to descend, and the last thing Isaac saw was Victorique's confident smile.

"Tsk, my main business is in the UK, how could I not go back?"

"Lieutenant General, are you going to continue searching for the Illusionary Book?"

"The phantom book is secondary; my main concern is finding the last textbook."

“Then it’s possible that you might not be able to leave the Kingdom of Suvar,” Ange said. “The people of the Supernatural Department are collecting phantom books scattered all over the world. Not to mention that incidents involving phantom books in neighboring countries will decrease significantly, it’s very likely that your teaching materials will be among them. In the future, the focus of incidents will be the Kingdom of Suvar.”

"..."

“Victoria won this bet from the very beginning.”

"...That brat plotted against me."

Chapter 1068: Are You Using Me as a Tool?

"So that's how it is. It's estimated that all the phantom books in Britain will be transferred to Suvar, and the person who planned this large-scale acquisition of phantom books is Albert de Blois, whom we met once before."

Upon returning to the Diswald mansion, Isaac explained the situation to Hugh.

“I understand, but… why does the Supernatural Department of the Kingdom of Suvar need to collect phantom books?”

“It’s probably preparation for the upcoming Second World War,” Isaac said. “The next war will really be a world war, the kind that will engulf the whole world.”

Based on his prior knowledge of history, World War II should have started in the 1930s, which is still more than a decade away.

However, there was one thing that Isaac was concerned about: during the time he returned to China, there seemed to be more Japanese people than during the same period.

In Germany, the Nazi Party is currently enjoying great momentum and has not suffered any setbacks.

If this trend continues, the outbreak of World War II will likely occur sooner than expected, but Japan has already been severely damaged by bombing, and it is estimated that fewer countries will participate in the war.

“I’ve discussed this matter with Dallian,” Hugh said.

"What did she say?"

"She said we should go to the Kingdom of Suvar together during this period."

"...Wow, this homebody actually agreed to go abroad?"

“After all, if Britain can’t collect the Phantom Books, they can only look for them abroad. Besides…” Hugh’s expression slowly turned serious, “Using the power of the Phantom Books for war may eventually cause unexpected disasters.”

"Where will you stay when you go to the Kingdom of Suvar?"

"Let's find a hotel."

"Can a pampered brat like Dalian live in such a small room?"

"Hey! I heard you! You damn alchemist!"

Dallian rushed out of the study, pointing her finger at Isaac and yelling insults.

"Don't underestimate me! As long as there are books, there won't be any problems."

"is it?"

After a moment's thought, Isaac realized that since Hugh and Dalian were planning to go to Suvar, he did indeed need to shift his main focus from Britain to that country.

The thought of Victorique betting that he would definitely come back before he left makes my stomach hurt.

That kid actually guessed right.

"When will you go?"

"Let's do it today, there just happens to be a ship that goes directly to the Kingdom of Suvar."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Let me explain the situation to you beforehand. Unlike in England, where most of the magical books are scattered among the people, the magical books in the Kingdom of Suvar are centrally managed by an organization called the Department of the Supernatural."

Upon arriving in the Kingdom of Suvar, Isaac spoke to Hugh and the others.

"And just as you thought, the Department of the Supernatural is the kingdom's governing body. Your act of collecting fantasy books in this country is itself interference in the country's internal affairs, so..."

"So you want me to stay calm and not do anything rash?" Hugh asked.

"No, I mean you should do it secretly, so you don't get caught."

“I see… That’s true. If they find out that I, a British person, am interfering in their internal affairs, it will probably cause international problems. And what about you, Isaac?”

"I came openly and honestly."

"what?"

"If we get caught, we can just kill off the people who know. It's no big deal."

"..."

I bought a newspaper from a nearby newspaper vendor to see what had been happening around here lately.

Generally, investigations into events related to the Book of Illusions can begin with recent mysterious incidents. However, given that the official organizations of the Kingdom of Suvar are involved in such events, the probability of them being reported is very low.

"Let's find a place for you to stay first. If that doesn't work, I'll apply for... um?"

He suddenly saw an acquaintance in the newspaper.

The largest page of the newspaper proclaimed: "Another great achievement! Inspector De Blois brilliantly solved the shooting murder of fortune teller Roxanou!!"

The granddaughter, who had inherited the fortune teller's fortune, gave Officer De Blois a passionate, grateful kiss and presented him with a luxury yacht as a thank you gift. The officer laughed loudly and announced that he planned to take a trip on the yacht that weekend.

In the photo, the police officer with the drill in his head is beaming with pride.

"Tsk, as expected, I solve the case, but he gets all the credit."