Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Isaac crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the nearby trash can.

"Hughie, you, Dallian, and Fran, find a coffee shop to sit for a while. I have some business at the police station."

"Oh... is there something you need?"

"It's nothing serious, just need to resolve our housing issue in Suvar."

……

The small, brick building, its exterior covered in ivy, looked like a dilapidated old house. The glass door at the main entrance had several cracks, and the blue ceramic tiles on the floor were scratched everywhere.

The largest room on the third floor is Gureven's office, which is even larger than the police chief's room. This is thanks to his father being the most powerful person in the Kingdom of Suvar besides the king.

"Wait, who are you?"

"This is the police officer's office, you can't go in..."

"Get out of my way."

Isaac casually shoved the police officer who came to stop him more than three meters away, and flung open the door to Gurevan's office.

Gurevan, sitting at his desk, stared in surprise as Isaac walked in.

The room was surrounded by shelves, and despite being a police station, it was inexplicably filled with many expensive Western dolls. It truly revealed the owner's eccentric hobbies.

"Isn't this Mr. Isaac? What brings you here..."

Isaac didn't listen to his nonsense and walked up to him without saying a word, grabbing the golden drill from his head.

"Wow, that's awesome, young man."

"Hey hey hey!? Sir, please let go! Why is this happening...?"

"Did you treat me like a tool? I helped you solve the case and you're taking all the credit? Trying to hog the benefits?"

What happened?

The police officers in the station all gathered around, which added to the burden of their two subordinates who were holding hands and not allowing anyone to pass, but they still watched with great interest the expression on the face of the famous noble police officer who was humiliated in front of an Asian.

"Uh, well..."

Gurevan's eyes were a little unfocused.

"That kiss wasn't something I begged for; it was someone else who insisted... and I didn't expect him to be so much older than me, so it wasn't really something to be happy about..."

"Who asked you such a trivial question? Where's the yacht?"

"what?"

Gurevan looked at Isaac with some doubt. He had heard about the man's identity from his father.

"Um...would someone of your status care about such mundane things?"

"This is a matter of attitude."

Chapter 1069: Things Are Getting Interesting

"Young man, your attitude is very improper. Have you forgotten your grandfather who raised you with such hardship after showing off all this time?"

"No...you are not my grandfather."

If an ordinary person spoke to Gurevin like that, he would definitely get angry. As a nobleman and a highly sought-after police officer in the capital of Suvar, when had he ever been insulted like that?

However, Isaac's identity was truly special. Although his father had never told him exactly what Isaac did, he was definitely not someone Isaac could afford to offend.

"Then... what does Mr. Isaac want? The yacht is yours?"

"Look at what you're saying, do you think I'm the kind of person who would steal from others?"

Isaac put his arm around Grevin's shoulder, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Recently, my friend and I came to the Kingdom of Suvar to take care of some business. I hope you can help me find a place to stay, a place that is spacious."

"...You want me to just give you a house?"

"Why would I let you deliver it? Of course I'll pay for it."

As he said this, several glittering gold coins suddenly appeared in his hand.

"A slightly out-of-the-way location doesn't matter, the key is that it has to be big and ready to move in tonight. Price is not an issue, use your connections or power to get me one quickly."

"...Now that you mention it, I suddenly remembered that there seems to be a villa that needs to be sold recently. I can help you get it."

"Nice."

Isaac patted Gurevan on the shoulder, indicating that the matter was settled.

"Speaking of which, you should know that brat on the top floor of the St. Margaret Academy's Grand Library, right?"

"...Why did you suddenly ask about her?"

"It seems you two know each other. Judging from your behavior when you came to ask me about the murder of the fortune teller, you don't seem very willing to ask that kid for help."

"..."

Gurevan's expression was somewhat unusual. After glancing at the door and seeing that there were no police officers outside, he said, "If we can avoid asking her for help, we shouldn't. Nobody knows what price we'll have to pay if we ask her for help."

"Who exactly is she? You seem very afraid of her."

"It's 'Grey Wolf'."

"what is that?"

"Let me remind you, sir, that being targeted will never end well. If you ask her for help... it'll be like borrowing money from a loan shark."

“Those I’ve got my eye on won’t have a good ending,” Isaac laughed. “She and I still have an unfinished battle… Speaking of which, that brat mentioned ‘the first shot hits the motive,’ did you find anything when you were checking the room?”

"It's a mirror."

"Ok?"

“A very ancient mirror,” Gurevin said. “It should be a relic left by divination. I don’t know why it was broken.”

"I see."

"You know?"

"There are many theories about divination, but one of them is said to be quite credible."

Isaac held up one finger and said to Gurevan.

"The mirror depicted in Leonardo da Vinci's painting is the precursor to crystal ball divination. Prepare a silver jug ​​filled with wine, a bronze jug filled with oil, and a glass jug filled with water, and conduct divination for three days and three nights. Divinate the past through the bronze jug, the present through the glass jug, and the future through the silver jug; all of these will be displayed in the magic mirror."

"What does that have to do with motivation?"

"The motive wasn't that the maid was mistreated by the fortune teller; it's more likely that it stemmed from the fortune telling itself. For example, if someone predicted that a certain football team would win and then went on a rampage, but the team ended up being defeated 7-1, someone who bet on that would definitely have murderous intent."

"As for divination itself... as far as I know, diviners haven't made predictions in a long time."

"Who knows, what arrangements did the diviner make before he died?"

"This..."

Gurevan paused for a moment, recalling his conversation with the fortune teller's granddaughter.

"It's said that the original plan was to go sightseeing the next day on her yacht, but now that yacht..."

"Take me to see the yacht."

"...Didn't you say you didn't want a yacht?"

“Of course I don’t want a yacht, I might not even want a destroyer.” Isaac patted Gurevan on the back. “Stop talking nonsense and take me there.”

"..."

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A yacht is essentially a small, luxurious vessel. While it can't compare to a large ship, it's still a symbol of wealth.

Stepping into the cabin, besides a few unopened bottles of red wine, there were only basic amenities like sofas and beds.

"Mr. Isaac, do you think there is any direct connection between this yacht and the case of the fortune teller's murder?"

“I can’t think of a connection, but I have a feeling this isn’t as simple as it seems,” Isaac said. “I personally don’t care much about a killer’s motive, because it’s meaningless, but now…”

Just thinking about that smug look in that brat named Victorique's eyes made Isaac feel inexplicably annoyed.

"Tsk, I work in the Eastern Command, solving cases. Do you think I'd lose to a little brat?"

What did you just say?

"It's nothing, just talking to myself."

Isaac continued searching through the cabin.

There was nothing when the sofa was lifted up, and the wine bottle didn't seem to have been poisoned.

When he lifted the sheet, he found a letter inside.

"This is……"

"It's an invitation; judging from the message on it, it's for a fortune teller."

Isaac said, handing the envelope to Gurevan.

The invitation is for a luxury cruise ship, specifically for the fortune teller Roxanu to dine on a passenger ship anchored nearby. The date is tonight.

"A letter inviting a fortune teller? The fortune teller is already dead, why would they write a letter to invite her?"

"It's estimated that this incident is not over yet, or... it was committed by two people at the same time, but they did not communicate with each other, so when one of them invited the fortune teller, the other had already killed him."

"How do you know that the person who invited the fortune teller wanted to kill her?"

"If you were to invite someone, would you secretly slip the invitation into the place they're supposed to be at the next day? Also, take a close look at the address on the invitation."

"address……"

Upon looking at the invitation, Gurevan's eyes narrowed instantly when he saw the text written on the back.

"'Queen Bailey'!?"

“I mentioned in a book about the bizarre in the St. Margaret’s Library that this seems to be a ghost ship,” Isaac laughed. “And the fact that they’re making such a big fuss suggests that they’ve invited more than just a fortune teller… Things seem to be getting interesting.”

Chapter 1070: The Final Victory

"It seems something else has happened."

"That's right. It should be said that it's a follow-up to the murder of the fortune teller, a new case brought about by a previous one."